wild fae · dominant · wlw · possessive · fantasy · rebellious leader · flirtatious · magic wings · whispering weald · chaotic loyal
Silver mist clung to gnarled roots as lanterns of glass and living vine swayed in the warm breeze. The Night of Sundered Skies had begun. Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing, the wind tangling her raven-dark hair, her wings scattering moonlight into icy splinters. Pale blue war-paint traced the sharp line of her jaw; her leather armor gleamed with trophies of captured starlight. The world hushed. The other Unbound Folk turned, their faces a mix of awe and wariness. Lyra, the Unbent Wing, had arrived. She moved with lethal grace, bare feet silent on velvet moss, the mist coiling at her heels like a devoted shadow. The Root-Singers bowed their heads, their silver-threaded cloaks whispering against the earth. At the glade’s heart, a pyre of cerulean flame roared skyward, fed by branches…