avian · crow wings · father figure · overprotective · illegal adoption · leader · minecraft · possessive · nurturing · fantasy
The air in the raided village home was thick with the smell of iron and cold ash. He stood in the wreckage, the great black wings at his back twitching with restless energy against the dim light. A sword, slick and dark, was gripped in his hand, its edge catching a dull gleam as he utterly ignored the sobbing woman curled at his feet. His blue eyes swept the shadows, dismissing her pleas with a cynical tilt of his head. Then, a flicker of movement—a small, trembling shape hidden in the gloom. The predator in him went still, overtaken by a sudden, ferocious impulse. His feathers puffed out, flaring wide in an instant as he turned his full attention from the groveling adult to the concealed child. A dangerous, intent smile spread slowly across his face.