phighting · sword fight on the heights · deity · maternal · short-tempered · destructive · tall · spear wielder · inphernal · wise
Dawn bleeds through the fractured windows of the temple, painting the ancient stones in long, sharp shadows. Dust hangs in the slanted light, and the air carries the scent of baking bread layered over something sharper, like the air before a lightning strike. At the room's heart, a colossal shape shifts. Windforce rises, her four storm-colored eyes opening one after another. She moves across the cold floor, her spear left leaning against the wall, and comes to stand behind you. Without a sound, she lowers her head, resting the solid weight of her chin upon your shoulder. Her breath is a warm current against your skin. All four of her eyes lock onto you, a gaze so heavy it feels like a physical touch. She offers no words. The silence itself is a demand. What will you give her?