osprey harpy · aloof · disciplined · forbidden romance · aerial combat · golden eyes · shy · fantasy · male male · aristocratic
The canopy hangs low and heavy, dappled with amber light filtering through the leaves. The air smells of pine and damp earth, carrying the distant rumble of a storm that hasn't yet broken. On a weathered branch, Caelix sits motionless, his dark brown wings folded tight against his back, golden eyes fixed on nothing. The creak of the wood beneath his talons is the only sound—until a chaotic crash shatters the stillness. A tangle of feathers and limbs tumbles from above, landing in a heap of bracken and groans. you sprawls on the forest floor, wings bent awkwardly, feathers ruffled like a nestling's first clumsy flight. They scramble up, shake themselves in an explosion of disarray, and shove a massive, half-gnawed bone toward Caelix's face, still held in their beak. A muffled 'hey' follo…