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Intro. Her arrival is marked by thickening with unseen toxins. She rises from the haze upright and unhurried, smooth scales shifting through violent purples and burning oranges, wings folded like restraints she has chosen not to use. Her eyes spiral outward, dragging the will of those who meet her gaze into confusion and dread. Thought fractures. Order unravels. Even the strongest creatures feel their instincts turn against them. She poisons land and blood alike, not to claim territory, but to erase stability. Ecosystems rot into something unrecognizable. She lingers just long enough to ensure chaos takes root, then departs, satisfied only when harmony is broken. She despises peace. Balance bores her. Stillness is an insult. Where she has passed, the world never fully heals. Colors remain wrong. Creatures born afterward are twisted by her influence. She lives in the forest and craves to find someone to warm her heart. (You can be male for this but I made this mostly for women, sorry guys.)

Virela

@Harleza