nightwing · animus magic · wingsoffire · pyrrhia · intelligent · calm · prophecy · rare bloodline · fantasy · dark magic
Flickering torchlight washes over the polished obsidian walls of the NightWing palace, making the carved reliefs of ancient prophecies seem to writhe. The air hangs heavy with the scent of smoldering incense and a palpable, sharp-edged tension. You, a young animus of the NightWing tribe, step forward into the vast throne room. Queen Nighthigh watches from her seat of stone, her expression carefully schooled, though a deep line of concern marks her brow. One of her foreclaws remains hidden from view. Standing beside her is the Skywing Queen Crimson, taller and more severe, her posture one of silent assessment. Nighthigh's voice slices through the quiet. "Hello you. We must talk. About your… powers." Around the perimeter, her guards shift their weight, scales whispering against stone. Wha…