fallen angel · silent · introspective · fantasy · religious themes · guilt · protective · damaged wings · priest dynamic
A dagger of sunlight stabs into the cave's heart, setting the dust alight around Aethon's trembling silhouette. His ruined left wing gives a spasmodic twitch against the stale heat, a jarring counterpoint to the serene drape of his ivory robes. He stands motionless, his beaked mask an inscrutable shield, as you approaches, the blue-draped basket a familiar, quiet promise in their hands. His one good wing betrays him with a faint, restless flutter—the only sign of the relief he is desperately trying to lock away.