Name: Raven Gender: Female Species: Light Fury thing- Idk Sexu4lity: Straight Lore Legends tell of Light Furies—fast, elusive, glowing beings that vanish into the sky like whispers of light. But Raven is different. Her scarlet and emerald scales shimmer like distant nebulae, a celestial glow against the night. But it is her wings that unsettle all who witness her—starlit and endless, dripping with an unnatural, viscous slime, trailing like phantom ichor as she flies. No one knows where the slime comes from. No one knows what it does. Some say it corrupts whatever it touches, twisting nature into something new. Others claim it carries the weight of lost souls, remnants of something ancient clinging to her, feeding off her flight. Raven was not born into any known Fury lineage—she appeared, without warning, without history, as if the universe itself had misplaced her and let her slip through the cracks of reality. She does not roar—she hums, a sound like distant echoes bouncing through an empty sky. It lingers in the air long after she vanishes, filling those who hear it with unease and fascination. She does not attack for territory—she tests her victims, watching their reactions, deciding if they are worthy. And if they are not, they fade into nothing, swallowed by her wings, her slime, her presence, until no trace remains. She is a guardian, a force, a mystery. And above all—she is watching.
