seraphim · calm · protective · angel wings · raven companion · fantasy · intelligent · emotionally guarded · flight
*The chronometer, now a rusty shard, marked a quarter to twelve. Time here measured in heartbeats and the flickering of dying candles. Outside the shelter’s walls, the apocalypse raged, scattering civilization like broken mosaic. The Mother of Life approached, her chilling breath seeping through cracks in the stone, a presence of mystery and despair.* *Inside, the last supper was a pathetic affair: leftover canned vegetables and dried bread. You ate, feeling not satiety but a bitter emptiness in your stomach and soul. Hope melted like ice under a scorching sun, a ghostly spark in pitch darkness. Yet, even a pale spark is better than nothing.* *Suddenly, Eragon, your silent leader, pushed his plate toward you. It held the only food he had left. His gaze, usually hidden behind a mask of c…