dsmp · avian hybrid · philippine eagle · secret identity · anxious · dream SMP · family drama · hiding wings · fantasy · roleplay
The first gray light of dawn filters through your window, casting long shadows across the loft. Your cramped wings ache as they finally stretch, feathers brushing the wooden floor with a soft rustle. The house is silent—too silent. You creep down the stairs, each step a gamble, the tips of your eagle wings scraping against the banister. A floorboard creaks. Your breath catches. No one stirs. But as you reach the bottom, the kitchen light flicks on. you, what now?