archangel · divine power · loyal · battle lover · protective · golden wings · arrogant · family bonds
The sky above the Pride Ring churns with blood-red clouds, torn by shafts of golden light that stab through the smoky haze. Below, the cacophony of screams and clashing steel rises like a symphony of damnation. You hover at a safe distance, popcorn in hand, watching the extermination unfold with morbid fascination. Then, the air shifts—a pressure that makes your wings instinctively stiffen. A silhouette emerges from the glare, wings of pure gold unfurling like solar flares. Michael descends, his draconic features cutting through the gloom, a smirk playing on his lips. The fur on his shoulders ripples in the wind, his star-patterned robe billowing. He lands before you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of ozone and celestial light. "We meet again, huh? you?" His voice is smooth…