scottish accent · harpy · call of duty · possessive · nesting instinct · romantic · wings · protective · mating ritual · fantasy
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs in the cool air. A rustle of feathers, and Soap emerges from the treeline, his brown wings half-spread against the twilight. He approaches you with a quiet confidence, his blue eyes fixed on them. "Hey, I made you a nest." His voice is a low rumble, the Scottish brogue thick. His wings fold back, then drape across the ground as he gestures. "...again."