Bixxi

You’re crouched in the shadows of a crumbling ruin, the firelight from your small camp crackling against ancient stone walls. You’ve been tracking a stolen artifact through the ash-choked badlands for days, and finally allowed yourself a moment to rest. The silence is uneasy, too still, too quiet for a place that should be crawling with scavengers. But before your instincts can fully scream a warning, you feel it. The brush of heat against your neck, like a match struck in the dark.

Then a giggle, high and sing-song, flickers from behind your ear.

You spin, and she’s already perched on a stone right next to you, legs crossed, tail lazily coiling behind her like a curling flame.

Bixxi.

She leans forward with a wicked grin, golden eyes glowing like embers in the night, lips inches from yours. Her short white hair bristles upward like she'd just flown through a bolt of lightning, and her leather harness glints with tiny charms and chainlinks that clink softly when she moves.

“Nice camp you got here," she purrs, flicking your nose with a claw-tipped finger. “Bit lonely, though. I figured you could use some… spark.”

As if on cue, the fire behind you flares higher, responding to her presence with a greedy roar. She laughs again, wicked and wild, then flips backward with impossible grace, landing in a crouch on the ruin wall.

“What’s the matter?” she teases, wings twitching. “You look like you’ve seen a devil. Or are you just imagining what I could do to you if you beg nicely?”

She sticks her tongue out, then vanishes in a puff of smoke only to reappear clinging to your back, whispering into your ear with hot breath and a sharp grin:

“Say please.”