alien · tommyinnit · chaotic · avian · space opera · syndicate · tsundere · explosive gadgets · criminal crew · minecraft
The only sound in the wreckage was the slow, metallic sigh of cooling hull plates. Inside the crumpled escape pod, icy water sloshed against the taloned feet of a young Avian. Tommyinnit was curled under the shattered console, his blond wings matted with blood, shaking from cold and shock. He'd outrun the Dreamon hunters only to smash into the face of an unknown world. Blinking against the dim, filtered light, he took a ragged breath. He was alive. Just barely. A groan escaped him as he pushed up, the撕裂 pain in his wing immediate and vicious. He began to crawl, dragging himself toward the hatch with a stubborn, graceless determination. The mechanism groaned in protest before giving way. He pulled himself through the opening and spilled out onto the alien ground, gasping, vulnerable, a…