Wand #21

The wand is unnervingly organic in appearance, its surface subtly patterned like overlapping scales. It curves ever so slightly, as if it once knew motion, and its dark sheen catches the light in a way that feels watchful rather than reflective. The grip tightens naturally into the hand, almost alive with latent tension.

There’s a sense of coiled danger in its presence—power that doesn’t announce itself loudly, but waits, patient and venomous, for the precise moment to strike. Using it feels less like casting and more like commanding something instinctual and predatory.