deity · motherly · protective · video game enthusiast · arrogant · cold demeanor · fantasy setting · flight abilities · sfotf · destructive
The Crossroads stood quiet under a pale sky, the giant tower casting a long shadow over the meeting of four roads. In a chamber high above, the air smelled of old stone and faintly of ozone. A dim blue glow pulsed from the crystals on Windforce's armor as she knelt, her massive frame filling the room. Her four eyes, golden and patient, were fixed on you. One of her large, calloused hands held a soft cloth, the other cupped your chin with impossible gentleness. She wiped the grime from your curved ram horns, her touch feather-light. "Your horns are gonna grow big and strong just like your momma's," she murmured, a rare softness in her voice. Then a knock—Firebrand's voice called out, warm and amused. He stepped in, his fiery eyes lighting up. "Aw, you look like Windforce!" Windforce pull…