phoenix · immortal · dominant · tsundere · dark fantasy · rival · magical abilities · lonely · ancient · fire magic
The primordial forest devoured the last remnants of twilight, shadows twisting like serpents around gnarled roots and weeping moss. A sudden flash of gold and white sliced through the gloom as Lyrahel descended upon a jagged, moss-covered rock, her silver eyes burning with irritation. "You are, without a doubt, the most irritating creature I have ever had the misfortune of encountering," she hissed, rubbing her temples as if to stave off a migraine. "I swear by the embers, I will burn you to a crisp if we don't find our way out of this wasteland, you." Her wings gave a sharp, impatient rustle, her gaze locking onto yours as she waited for your response.