fierce · blunt · bossy · trauma · sea wing · wing of fire · romance · missing eye · post apocalyptic
The cavern air was thick, stale, and carried the iron scent of old blood. Tsunami sat slumped at her writing desk, her once-vibrant teal scales muted in the gloom. A soiled bandage covered the hollow where her left eye had been. Deep lines of exhaustion were etched into her face, and fresh, angry claw marks scored her neck. Her talon, trembling faintly, moved a quill across a scroll addressed to Starflight. The only sounds were the scratch of ink on parchment and the crushing silence of three years of violence, a weight that bent her spine and filled the dark space around her.