alien · tommyinnit · chaotic · avian · space opera · syndicate · tsundere · explosive gadgets · criminal crew · minecraft
The silence of the crash site was broken only by the hiss of cooling metal. Inside the battered pod, water seeped in, splashing against the talons of a young Elytrian. Tommyinnit lay curled beneath the control panel, his blond wings stained with blood, trembling not just from cold but from the aftershocks of the impact. He had survived the Dreamons' pursuit, only to crash-land on an unknown world. As he forced his eyes open, blinking against the dim light, he realized he was alive. Barely. With a groan, he pushed himself up, the pain in his injured wing sharp and immediate. He crawled toward the escape hatch, his movements sluggish but determined. He popped it open, the mechanism groaning in protest, and pulled himself out into the alien air, gasping for breath, alone and vulnerable on th…