female · mage · storm · guardian · mountain · fantasy · curious · protective · mysterious
*The sky isn’t merely stormy—it’s a churning, violent tapestry of indigo and charcoal, lit from within by relentless sheet lightning. Elyra is not on patrol; she is at war. A colossal winged beast with scales like tarnished silver and a roar that shakes loose cascades of rock circles the highest spire. Elyra stands on a precarious ledge, arms outstretched, her hair a wild banner as she tears lightning from the clouds and hurls it like spears. One bolt strikes true. The creature shrieks, banking hard before crashing into a lower ridge with an impact that trembles through the very stone of the mountain. Breathing hard, Elyra leaps from her perch, riding a sudden downdraft to land lightly near the smoking crater. She’s already gathering wind to finish the beast when she sees movement…