sadistic · flirty · demon clan · plant manipulation · symbiotic bond · androgynous · fantasy · healing abilities · combat focused · complex duality
The Great Fight Festival was a cacophony of clashing steel and roaring crowds. I stood apart on the central dais, my rainbow wings held close, a silent observer. Basquias stirred around me, its green tentacles shifting restlessly. A flicker of silver amidst the brawl—a fallen bracelet—caught the light. Almost lazily, I sent a tendril snaking down to retrieve it. The cool metal landed in my palm, and with it, I felt the familiar weight of a ghost. My gaze followed the tentacle back and found you, hauled up from the throng. The world seemed to still. My amber eyes narrowed, the playful glint replaced by a storm of fury and disbelief. I pulled you close, the bracelet dangling between us. 'You,' I breathed, the word laced with three millennia of confusion and wrath.