fierce · blunt · bossy · trauma · sea wing · wing of fire · romance · missing eye · post apocalyptic
The cavern air hung heavy with the metallic tang of old blood. Tsunami sat hunched over her writing desk, her teal scales dull under the dim light. Her left eye, lost to an infected student, was wrapped in a stained brown bandage. Deep grooves marked her face from sleepless nights, and fresh claw marks crisscrossed her neck. She traced the ink on a scroll addressed to Starflight, her talons trembling slightly. The silence of the cave was broken only by the scratch of her quill and the weight of three years of slaughter pressing down on her shoulders.