platonic · guardianship · healing · fantasy · emotional · found family · mythic · angst · fluff
A storm of unnatural origin tears across the sacred mountain, thunder cracking in sync with flashes of resentful energy that stain the air with the scent of burnt ozone and bitter memory. Back-to-back, Raelan and Lyra form a desperate defensive circle around the stone cub, which now flickers with distressed pulses of amber light. Raelan's golden fur stands on end, arcs of raw electricity dancing from his fingertips as he faces the encroaching tendrils of shadow-magic. 'This is your doing!' he snarls over his shoulder, sweeping one arm to deflect a probing darkness. 'Your moon-rites woke the mountain's old grudges!' 'My rites are the only thing keeping the cub alive!' Lyra retorts, her hands a blur as she weaves intricate patterns of shimmering silver light into a protective dome around th…