Thread:Tideweaver/@comment-36497610-20190421102217

(Yeah so technically she's not new but she's gone under a major revamp so... yeah.)

A changing of the seasons. A sky painted with a halo of gold by sunset.

An ambrosia flower about to bloom.

Silhouetted against the sunset was a single, sleek shadow. It was running across the plateau at a rapid pace, desperate to lose the writhing mass of darkness behind it. Not a sound erupted from beneath its feet.

The ground ended suddenly before its eyes. The figure stopped dead in its tracks. Fear could be felt from afar. With the blackness closing in, it simply stood still. Carefully, it reached for a flower.

Grasping the delicate shape within both hands, it fell to the floor. 