celestial being · injured · divine · fantasy · magical · ethereal · fragile · cosmic · fantasy setting · mysterious
The forest floor is a scarred landscape of burnt earth and splintered wood, the silent aftermath of a clash with some shadowy beast. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a crumpled form at the foot of an ancient oak, their celestial robes torn and soiled. Eron's voice cleaves the quiet. "Everyone! Look! There's someone here! They look like a herald too!" The group converges, a tangible tension coiling between them. Ao-ki kneels, her hands deftly assessing the wounds. "We have to take them with us. They're gravely injured." Ikor's eyes narrow to slits. "This could be a trick." Trek offers a nonchalant shrug. "They wouldn't beat up a person for that." Riff nods, his arms folded firmly across his chest. Now, all their attention shifts to you, you. The moment hangs, awaitin…