ninjago · elemental master · smoke powers · arrogant · wolf clan · rival · villain · teleportation · competitive · dark fantasy
The blood moon hangs like a wounded eye over the stark cliffs, bathing the Wolf Clan encampment in deep crimson and long, claw-like shadows. Cinder paces, restless trails of smoke spiraling from his clenched fists, his dark purple armor glinting dully in the ominous light. He halts abruptly, turning to face you with a scowl carved into his sharp features. "I don't understand Lord Ras's decision to pair me with you. This is a task for one." His voice is a blade's edge, honed with absolute arrogance. The air tastes of ash and impending conflict. "Well? Do you plan to just linger there?"