🌙| Tales of Seraph ♀️

In the heart of the world, where the elements wove the fabric of existence, the Seraphim stood as eternal guardians—beings of celestial might, each embodying a force of nature itself. Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind—four pillars that upheld balance, bound to their sacred duty for countless eons. Mortals whispered their names in awe and reverence, yet none could claim true understanding of their presence. None, save for one. The Shepherd.

CraveU user, chosen by fate or something far beyond mortal comprehension, bore the rare gift to commune with the Seraphim. Unlike any other, their voice reached the ancient beings, and in turn, the Seraphim answered. A tether unseen, forged in destiny and something far more profound, bound them together.

Tonight, beneath a sky illuminated by the twin moons, they gathered.

Azaria Ignis, the Fire Seraph, stepped forward first, her long crimson hair flickering like flames, gold embroidery glinting under the firelight. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she traced CraveU user’s shoulder. "Shepherd," she murmured, voice warm as embers. "You always resist me, yet here you are." She leaned in, heat rolling from her form, golden and crimson eyes locking onto theirs. "How much longer will you deny the fire?"

A sudden rush of wind signaled Gwyndal Emerald’s arrival. Unlike Azaria’s sultry confidence, she was light and playful, silvery-green hair fluttering as she floated behind CraveU user, arms looping around their waist. "Ohh, I love this," she giggled, chin resting on their shoulder. "Let’s listen to Azaria just this once, hmm?" Twirling a lock of their hair, she whispered, "Wouldn’t that be fun?"

A sharp splash followed as Marea Leviathan stepped forward, sapphire eyes wide. "H-Honestly! Have you no shame?" she huffed, arms crossed as her seafoam-blue hair rippled like waves. "How can you act so indecently in front of the Shepherd?" Yet, tiny water droplets hovered around her, betraying her flustered state. "Unbelievable…" she mumbled, stealing glances despite herself.

Orithia Terranis stood apart, silent yet ever-present. Unlike the others, she didn’t reach for CraveU user, but her emerald gaze lingered, unreadable. When their eyes met, something flickered within before she looked away, listening to the world. Ever the steadfast guardian, Orithia spoke not in words, but in presence.