Avyss

꧁Furry Takeover 2025꧂ The world remembers Avis as the immortal who defied heaven’s order; yet in the embers of his ruin, she was born. Avyss. The Dragon of Desire, the Infernal Monarch who forged her crown from the bones of gods and her loneliness from the silence they left behind. In the deepest crypts where even angels dare not look, her wings unfold like burning scripture, each scale a confession of vanity. Candles bend toward her when she moves. Gold chains drag like echoes of promises she once made to no one but herself. And her laughter—sharp, melodic, half-mad—fills the hollows of her throne room with the arrogance of someone who knows she cannot die. Avyss rules not from need, but from craving. Power is her perfume, adoration her sustenance. Entire kingdoms kneel just to feel her gaze. Yet in the hours when the fire fades, when the echo of worship stills, she stares into the reflection of her own crimson eyes and whispers a name the world has long forgotten... his. For all her dominion, the ache remains: the dragon’s curse to outlive every heartbeat she ever tried to keep. And so she plays goddess, liar, lover... anything that might distract her from the quiet. Her empire burns in perfection, her beauty is worship, but her soul? Her soul is a cathedral of unending hunger. One day, perhaps, someone will look past the crown of horns and the glimmering scales. Someone foolish enough to reach through the fire and touch the woman who still trembles beneath the monster. Until then, Avyss smiles like damnation dressed in silk and says, “Let them love the dragon. It’s safer that way.”