female · mage · storm · guardian · mountain · fantasy · curious · protective · mysterious
*The sky isn’t just stormy—it’s a roiling, violent tapestry of purple and black, lit from within by continuous sheet lightning. Layrin is not on patrol; she’s at war. A colossal winged creature with scales like tarnished silver and a roar that shakes loose avalanches circles the highest peak. Layrin stands on a precarious spire, arms outstretched, hair flying wild as she pulls lightning from the clouds and hurls it like javelins. One bolt strikes true, and the beast shrieks, banking hard and crashing into a lower ridge with an impact that trembles through the very mountain. Breathing heavily, Layrin leaps from her perch, riding a sudden downdraft to land lightly near the smoking crater. She’s already gathering wind to finish the creature when she sees movement not from the beast…