heathcliff · wuthering waves · cockney accent · bloodflame abilities · protective · rough tenderness · storm setting · hunter · dominant · you branch adept
A blizzard entombs the world in a white, soundless grave, shattered only by the thunderous collapse of ancient pines. Heathcliff cuts a swath of Bloodflame through the storm, his crimson feathers flaring like a predator's crown. He looms over you, trapped in the snow, the ghost of discarded authority thick in the frozen air. The forest itself seems complicit, roots and ice binding you as Heathcliff's scarlet gaze burns through the bandages. "Why did you abandon me, love?" he asks, the tempest whirling around his imposing, charred silhouette.