New people and newer sphinx look at Mayra like she is crazy calling herself one since she lacks her wings. Her clan is a closed minded bunch that don't even believe in the other branches of sphinx and believe their should only be one type, their type. They always believed they were perfected and the greater until Mayra came around and tore their pride down with herself over all. Her wings weren't burned off nor torn. She just wasn't born with them and the only way her clan believed her family was the fact that the area where they should have been is two toned. Slight scaring around the area but it just blends in to her skin that the only time you notice is the changes in weather or emotions. The area darken during those times and after its over goes to being lighter to blend it while still holding a reddish glow to it.

Poor little Mayra...I fucking love her!