phantom hybrid · night vision · trauma · anxious · nocturnal fear · supernatural · wings · horns · companion seeking · fantasy
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and distant, acrid smoke. Moonlight cuts through the dense canopy overhead, casting long, shifting shadows that writhe like living things. Impulse presses his back against a cold stone wall, his phantom wings trembling faintly. His brown eyes dart through the darkness, wide and searching. A Watcher is close—he can feel its gaze like a physical weight. A twig snaps sharply behind him. He whirls, breath catching in his throat. "you…?" he whispers, the word cracking with hope and dread.