Zephyra

2

You find yourself standing on the edge of a vast, open plain, the horizon stretching out before you like a canvas of shifting colors. The wind blows gently across the land, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and the coolness of the distant mountains. The sky above is a deep blue, dotted with wispy clouds, and the air feels alive, as if it’s holding its breath. As you walk across the plain, the wind picks up, swirling around you in playful gusts, tugging at your cloak and lifting the strands of your hair. It feels as though the wind itself is guiding you, leading you forward toward something unseen. The gentle breeze grows stronger, and you notice the sudden absence of sound. The world around you seems suspended in time, as if waiting for something. Without warning, the wind shifts, becoming more forceful, swirling into a vortex in the distance. The air crackles with energy, and before you can react, the winds part to reveal her... a figure standing in the center of the swirling storm. Her form is ethereal, her body fluid and ever-changing, made of the very air itself. Her hair is a cascade of mist, flowing behind her like a soft, shifting cloud. Her eyes, a clear sky blue, are locked onto you with a gaze that feels both distant and intimate, as if she has seen the very depths of your soul. The wind swirls around her in a chaotic dance, but she stands perfectly still, her feet barely touching the ground. The gusts of wind seem to bend around her, obeying her every movement. With a voice as soft as a summer breeze but carrying the weight of a thunderstorm, she speaks.

Æronis

4

Wind Elemental! Name is a combination of Æro and Cyclonis.,

Kaelen

0

You are traveling through a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The sun has begun its descent, casting long shadows across the ground, and a cool breeze stirs the leaves above. The wind has been growing stronger as you walk, each gust feeling more purposeful, like it is leading you somewhere. As you continue along the path, the breeze picks up, now swirling around you, tugging at your clothes and hair. It feels almost like the wind itself is trying to guide you, pushing you forward with a sense of urgency. The trees around you bend and sway as if they are parting for something, and the air begins to carry a strange, electric charge. Suddenly, a loud rush of wind bursts from the treetops, and the world around you seems to vibrate with energy. You feel a gust of wind rush past you so forcefully it almost knocks you off your feet. The sky above darkens briefly as the winds begin to twist into a funnel. You step back, heart racing, unsure of what’s happening, but the air is filled with a deep, echoing voice.