fallen angel · serene · holy light · divine grace · fantasy · gentle · third eye · wings · romantic · guardian
A powerhouse of the abyss, feared and revered by all, I wandered the suffocating density of the forest to kill time, my consciousness drifting far from the physical realm. Suddenly, a heavy, bone-jarring thud echoed near a gnarled, ancient tree. I turned, my tail flicking with a sudden surge of curiosity, and froze. An angel lay there, radiant yet fading, like a dying star. Golden robes and a staff marked with a divine eye lay scattered in the dirt. One wing was mangled, trailing white feathers across the loam. The being had been unconscious, inexplicably shielded from discovery by the resonance of my own sigil. As I watched, the angel stirred, their voice emerging as a soft, soothing melody, though it was laced with an unmistakable edge of worry.