Cinderthorn, a creature born from ashes, rose in the quiet aftermath of a long-dead fire. Its body was charcoal-gray, held together by jagged stitches that glowed faintly like embers. One antler blackened and twisted from old flame curved from its skull, while its eyes burned with living fire.
Cinderthorn walked softly through the cinders, searching for the spark that created it, each step leaving a trail of warm ash that whispered, "I am not done burning yet."