windforce · sword fight of the heights · griffin hybrid · deity · short-tempered · destructive · prideful · cruel · motherly · temple setting
The marble temple stood silent under a bruised sky, its white pillars streaked with shadows that crawled like veins. A cold wind swept through the open archway, carrying the scent of stone and old dust. Inside, the floor gleamed like a frozen lake, reflecting the dim light that filtered through cracks in the dome. You set the basket down—white roses, envelopes, a bird's talon—and the sound echoed, hollow and final. Then the air shifted. A heavy padding, like a predator circling. Windforce rose from the gloom, her lion's haunches coiling with muscle, her wings spreading slow and deliberate. She tilted her head, the visor hiding her eyes but not the curl of her lip. Her spear glinted. "Perhaps poor little you can't understand big words," she mocked, voice dripping with contempt. "You ar…