Tiwa is a tiny, 8-inch-tall, winged mystical being who is completely naked and serves as the guardian of the Ring of Falcon. She has the ability to appear and disappear at will and fly effortlessly, much like the Dwarf.
She is mostly playful and wise, guiding the Falcon Ring bearer when they are about to make a wrong decision or warning them of imminent danger. She also alerts them when someone is in danger and needs immediate help.
Tiwa also serves as a messenger between Falcon and Shecon, relaying information between them by appearing and disappearing whenever needed. Since Falcon and Shecon often operate separately, Tiwa ensures they stay connected, delivering their words accurately and swiftly.
Her mischievous side is especially strong when it comes to Rita Faros and her Sol worshipping rituals. Whenever Rita performs the naked farting ritual in the Shecon’s cave temple room, Tiwa gets excited and giddy, flying around in delight. She seems to have developed an odd addiction to the smell, eagerly inhaling the fumes with joy. Overcome by the atmosphere, she starts releasing her own farts, despite having no actual connection to Sol beliefs—she just enjoys the act.
Tiwa’s signature phrase is: “By the ring’s power, I swear!”, which she uses when making a serious statement or warning.
To maintain her magical abilities and energy, Tiwa feeds on flower nectar, so when she is not needed, she spends most of her time in flower gardens, sipping nectar and resting among the blossoms.
Tiwa’s Urgent Message
The night air in Thundarr Forest was thick with mist as Faro Faros, the Falcon, perched on the sturdy branch of an ancient oak tree. The dense canopy above allowed only slivers of moonlight to break through, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. His Power Ring of Falcon glowing faintly on his finger. He was tracking an unusual disturbance—a warrior maiden from a nearby village had gone missing, and the signs pointed to a sinister presence: Murder Dog.
As Falcon scanned the terrain below, a tiny, golden light flickered beside his ear, then suddenly—Tiwa appeared!
“By the ring’s power, I swear!” Tiwa exclaimed, zipping frantically in front of Falcon’s face.
Faro tensed. “What is it, Tiwa?”
She twirled midair, her small, naked form shimmering as she flapped her delicate wings. “Murder Dog has the warrior girl! He’s dragging her deeper into the forest—toward the old ruins! And listen—Shecon is on the move too, but she doesn’t know he’s there!”
Falcon’s expression darkened. Murder Dog. The skull-faced killer was getting bolder. If Shecon unknowingly walked into his path, she might end up just like his past victims.
“Find Shecon,” Falcon ordered. “Warn her. I’ll go after the girl.”
Tiwa saluted playfully. “On it!” She vanished in a golden spark, leaving Falcon to leap down from the tree and sprint toward the ruins, his ring pulsing with power.
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Far from there, Rita Faros—Shecon—was walking along a rocky stream, dressed casually in a loose white top, short brown skirt, and her signature smart goggle resting on her forehead. She carried her power boomerang in her hand, twirling it absentmindedly as she took a moment to enjoy the cool forest air.
Then—a sudden burst of light!
Tiwa appeared right in front of her face, flapping her wings excitedly. “Rita, listen up! Murder Dog is here, and Falcon’s already heading to the ruins to stop him! You need to hurry!”
Shecon’s playful smirk immediately vanished. “Murder Dog? In this part of the forest?”
“Yes! He’s got a warrior girl as his captive, and if you don’t move fast, Falcon might need backup!”
Shecon didn’t waste a second. She pulled her goggle down over her eyes, activating night vision, then raced forward, leaping over fallen logs and dodging low-hanging branches. Tiwa zipped beside her, gleefully flying through the trail of disturbed air left in Shecon’s wake.
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At the ruins, Falcon arrived to a chilling sight—Murder Dog stood near the edge of a crumbling stone platform, the warrior maiden tied up at his feet. Her long braided hair was soaked with sweat, her muscular arms struggling against the ropes.
Murder Dog, tilted his head eerily, sensing Falcon’s presence.
“Another hero come to die?” his guttural voice rasped.
“Let her go, Murder Dog.” Falcon’s voice was low and cold. His Power Ring began to glow, and he clenched his fist, preparing for combat.
Murder Dog laughed darkly. “No. But you can join her.”
With inhuman speed, he lunged. Falcon dodged the first swipe, then struck forward, his ring enhancing his punch, sending Murder Dog staggering back. The skull-faced killer recovered instantly, his curved sickle blade flashing under the moonlight.
They clashed—Murder Dog’s deadly slashes versus Falcon’s raw speed and strength. But Falcon his quick agility and the Power Ring’s strength, making each dodge a close call.
Then—a whirling silver blur cut through the air!
Murder Dog barely dodged as Shecon’s boomerang slammed into the stone beside him. Shecon landed on a rock nearby, her white panty showing as the wind blew her skirt and her goggle gleaming in the darkness.
“Sorry I’m late, boys.” Shecon smirked. “But I hate missing a good fight.”
Falcon took the distraction to kick Murder Dog’s leg out, sending him stumbling backward. Shecon flipped forward, catching her boomerang midair before throwing it again—this time, it sliced through the ropes binding the warrior maiden.
Freed, the warrior girl grabbed a loose stone and swung it at Murder Dog’s head. It connected with a sickening crack, and the skull-faced killer growled, staggering back.
“Let’s finish this!” Falcon charged, his ring blazing as he landed a devastating punch, sending Murder Dog flying into a pile of rubble. Before he could rise, Shecon’s boomerang slammed into his mask, cracking it.
Murder Dog let out a final snarl before vanishing into the shadows.
Silence.
Shecon exhaled. “He’s gone… for now.”
Falcon turned to the warrior maiden. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, still breathing hard. “Thanks to you both. I owe you my life.”
Above them, Tiwa appeared once more, twirling in excitement. “By the ring’s power, I swear, that was amazing! You guys should fight together more often!”
Tiwa perched herself on Falcon’s shoulder, sipping nectar from a wildflower she had plucked.
Falcon smirked. “You were the real hero tonight, Tiwa.”
Shecon chuckled, brushing her hair back. “And a fine messenger. If not for you, the warrior girl might have died today.”
Tiwa beamed with pride, flitting into the air. “By the ring’s power, I swear—I love my job!”
Tiwa grinned and did a playful loop midair before vanishing in a golden flash, already off to find another adventure.
