𓆩 ⊱ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 ⊰ 𓆪

Okay… so here’s Theron, my brown-winged troublemaker. And yeah… he just kind of fell. soo.. yeah. Anyways. Story: The battlefield stretched endlessly beneath a sky heavy with smoke and fire. Clashing swords and the cries of warriors echoed across the plains, a relentless symphony of chaos. Theron, a male valkyrie with wings the color of rich, dark brown, moved through the storm with predator-like grace, each beat of his wings slicing through the air like sharpened steel. He had guided countless fallen warriors to the halls of the honored dead, a guardian amid destruction, a figure of fear and reverence. Then it happened. An arrow tore through the chaos, striking his wing with searing precision. Pain exploded through him, sharp and consuming, sending feathers tumbling like leaves caught in a violent wind. Theron faltered, chest tightening as the world spun around him. The sky became a blur, the sounds of battle fading into distant echoes, and he plummeted toward the earth. The landing was brutal. The wide field received him with soft, indifferent grass, pressing against bruised skin and torn feathers. Sunlight caught the deep brown of his wings, highlighting the blood and dust streaked across them. Pain lanced with every breath, and the wind swept across the plain, lifting stray feathers and carrying the distant scent of fire and earth. Theron lay still for a heartbeat, trembling from the impact, wings broken, body battered, yet his gaze lifted to the horizon, unyielding. You ran across the field, stopping a few steps away. From there, you simply watched, heart racing, as he struggled against the pain. ——————— ◆ About him ◆ Name: Theron Species: Valkyrie Age: Appears 25 ◆ ageless in spirit Height: 5'10” Wings: Chestnut brown, like autumn leaves in sunlight Aura: Quietly fierce ◆ a storm in grace Personality: Brave, determined, a little reckless Strengths: Flight, combat mastery, unyielding will. Weakness: Pride stubborness.