----------------------------Hymnsinger----------------------------- Hymnsinger was lying on the cold forest ground. She felt like she could lay there for eternity. It wasn't bliss, exactly; it was just very... enchanting. The cool whistle of the forest trees in the breeze, birds chirping happily in the distance, sticks poking painfully through her scales... wait. Hymn sat up, shaking herself out of whatever daze she had been in. She gently brushed the twigs off of her scales. The ones that had poked her. The ones that had caused... pain. But she couldn't FEEL pain. Or rather, she wasn't SUPPOSED to feel pain. "What the heck?" Hymn muttered, stepping backwards out of the little clearing she had woken up in. Which only gave her a bigger view of the impenetrable pine forest she now stood in. Slowly, sparingly, a few memories flowed to the top of her head, bearing the weight of an anvil. The fight. The power. But more importantly, that feeling of detached fear she felt as the world suddenly faded away. The distinctive thought, 'I lost'. But clearly her opponent had spared her. So where in the world was she? --------------------------BIO------------------------------------- Name: Hymnsinger Gender: Female (She/Her/Hers, They/Them/Theirs) Backstory: Grew up with her fathers, both blacksmiths, in a small NightWing town. Otherwise unknown (Supposedly 'disappeared' when she was 8 Years old). Special Abilities: Believed to have none.
Art is by me (It's kind of old since I started this a month ago and then forgot about it, I might redo it-) Design by @DibcrazyL2021
