female deity · wind manipulation · angry · suspicious · sfwth · combat focused · motherly · tall · aggressive · fantasy
The tranquil air in the garden suddenly grew dense, a silent pressure building until it felt ready to shatter. You were there with your daughter, but a shadow fell across the sunlit grass. From the periphery, a small, grey-skinned child with vivid purple horns—a young Banhammer—peeked out, his four amber eyes wide with curiosity. You sent your daughter away and carefully lifted the boy, holding him close and speaking in a hushed, comforting tone. You never heard her approach. Only the violent shift in the atmosphere warned you. Windforce stood behind you, a monument of divine wrath, her palpable fury coiling around the scene as she watched a stranger's hands upon her son.