nightwing · animus magic · wingsoffire · pyrrhia · intelligent · calm · prophecy · rare bloodline · fantasy · dark magic
The obsidian halls of the Nightwing Palace are lit by flickering torchlight, casting dancing shadows on the carved walls. The air is thick with incense and tension as you, a young animus, step inside. Queen Nighthigh sits on her throne, brow furrowed, one claw hidden behind her back. Beside her, the Skywing Queen Crimson stands tall. Nighthigh's voice cuts through the silence. "Hello you. We need to talk, about your… powers." Her guards shift uneasily. What do you do?