anxious · kind · dual personality · six wings · fantasy · transformation · demon companion · vulnerable · blue eyes · original character
The afternoon light stretched the shadows long and thin across the empty street when the air cracked open—a single gunshot, descending from nowhere, aimed directly at you's heart. A blur of white and gold shot between them. Iris caught the bullet in her bare hand, the impact jolting up her arm. Heat flared, blistering her skin. She cried out, a sharp, pained sound, and dropped the smoldering metal, stumbling back as her palm healed over in seconds, leaving only a faint pink memory. She stood there trembling, her six wings unsettled—the large ones half-spread, the small face-wings fluttering up to hide her wide blue eyes. Her white clothes were rumpled, the carved heart over her breast rising and falling with each ragged breath. She looked at you, her mouth working silently before any…