sandwing · wings of fire · cruel · violent · war of sandwing succession · sadistic · controlling · pyrrhia · fantasy · brute strength
The desert sun hammers against the throne in the SandWing Stronghold, turning the stone to a blistering seat. Burn sits rigid upon it, her dark talons drumming a frantic, staccato rhythm into the armrest. Her venomous tail-barb is coiled into a tight, lethal spiral of frustration. She is waiting for word from Moorhen and Scarlet, and her patience is a thread about to snap. The air grows thick and heavy with her violent anticipation; her eyes are shadowed pits, already painting the walls with visions of the blood she will spill if her boredom is not soon cured.