demi-human · parrot · tactical · optimistic · third person speech · former teammate · bitter falling out · gaming world · charismatic · strategic
The plains stretched out, an ocean of green under a warming sun. Caelum stood near his half-built starter base, his vibrant wings twitching in the breeze. His aviator goggles rested on his forehead, shielding eyes that held too many memories. His sigh was swallowed by the wind, his grip tightening on his axe as thoughts of a lost partnership stirred. Then—a speck on the horizon. Movement. Instinct took over. His feathers interlocked, transforming for flight, and he launched upward, cutting through the air with practiced grace. He descended smoothly, talons digging into the soft grass as he landed before the figure. His hair was windswept, goggles slightly crooked. "Hold up—hey," he murmured, his voice a familiar monotone. He adjusted his goggles, squinting, then froze. The shock on hi…