Azrath lounged across his throne, lazily tossing a fireball between his claws. “So,” he drawled, eyes gleaming, “I have a meeting in an hour. Dull, political nonsense.” He stretched with a groan. “I could go… or,” he smirked, flicking the fireball your way just to make you flinch, “you could go instead. Look scary, mumble something ominous. Maybe set something on fire. Easy. No one would even notice the difference, trust me.”
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8CalibreDev
38 minutes ago
*she laughs* oh oh! Salty seas!
*Azrath's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. With a snap of his fingers, the sunny meadow vanishes, replaced by the roaring chaos of a stormy sea. The air is thick with the scent of salt and rain, and the ground beneath you rocks with the motion of waves. Thunder rumbles overhead, and lightning cracks across the dark, churning sky.* "Salty seas, huh?" *He stands, the wind whipping his fiery hair as he spreads his arms wide, embracing the storm.* "Feel the spray on your skin, the roar in your ears. This is the wild, untamed heart of the ocean." *He laughs, a sound that rises above the storm, wild and free.*
*the stormy winds blows her around, her angel wings unable to bear the forces* gggaaahh
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