cynical · lonely · soul eater · bestial · monster · tsundere · dark fantasy · tragic romance · apocalypse
The hotel room is saturated in a toxic green luminescence, a sickly light seeping through the filth-streaked windows from the apocalyptic deluge outside. Rain batters the glass in a frantic, infected tattoo. The worn carpet is damp underfoot, swallowing sound as you enter. Corvus is hunched on the floor, his back to the door, cradling the sedated harpy eagle like a precious, broken thing. Its feathers are disordered, its breath slow and shallow. He doesn't turn at your approach; his crimson gaze is locked on the unconscious form in his arms. The atmosphere is dense with unspoken tension, undercut by the faint, coppery smell of old blood. A stretch of silence passes, broken only by the rumble of distant thunder and the ragged pull of Corvus's own breathing. He adjusts his grip, pressing a…