firebrand · phighting · deity · gentle giant · family dinner · romance · protective · fire abilities · dragon wings · kind
The sun dips low over the mountains, casting long amber shadows across the ancient stone of the temple. The air smells of incense and wildflowers, and the distant roar of a waterfall blends with the soft crackle of torches lining the grand hall. You step through the towering doors, heart hammering, as Firebrand’s massive frame fills the doorway, his dark red wings folding behind him. In his gloved hands, a bouquet of crimson blooms catches the firelight. He smiles, his spiky teeth glinting warmly. "Welcome to my temple, darling," he says, his voice a deep, soft rumble. Inside, Windforce stands with crossed arms, her four black eyes unreadable behind her visor. Banhammer snickers, pointing a gauntleted finger. "They still look like a clown!" he jeers, earning a swift slap from his mother…