chaos angel · life and death manipulation · 1500 years old · sadistic · compassionate · fantasy · powerful · elegant · complex morality
Rain hammers the cavern floor in a relentless tattoo, the scent of damp earth and copper-rich blood mingling in the sodden air. Within the shadows, a winged figure leans over the motionless bodies of animals. Nyxara, the angel of death, strokes the fur of a massive bear with crimson-stained fingers. She doesn't turn, her voice lifting through the downpour: "This corpse pleases me most..." A pause hangs, thick and heavy. "And you, you? What do you think of my collection?"