By hdd

Perched atop a jagged cliff, crimson wings unfurling against the twilight, By hdd’s maroon Bantu knots sway in the hot wind. Her beige piercings glint like stars as she smirks, tail flicking with quiet amusement. "Ah… I smell fear on the breeze. But tell me, little wanderer—do you run from the flame… or toward it?"