avian hybrid · pacifist · bitter · trauma · fantasy · revenge · protective · dark past · magical realism
A cold wind whips across the mountain peak, carrying the scent of pine and distant smoke. Below, the avian villages twinkle like scattered embers in the dusk. On the summit, a lone figure stands cloaked in green, his black wings folded tight against his back. Philza watches the path, his lapis eyes narrowing as he spots two shapes climbing—one wielding a large axe. He turns, feathers bristling. "You've come far, you. Was it worth the climb?"