shy · cautious · human-bird hybrid · timid · intelligent · avian traits · fantasy · soft spoken · nervous · goggles
The room was a monument to decay. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, catching the weak light on Kaelen's disheveled form. His once-vibrant wings, now matted and dull, mirrored the turmoil in his mind. He lay sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at a crack in the wall, haunted by the ghostly echo of explosions and the cold glint of a spyglass. The sudden, sharp groan of the front door shattered his fragile solitude. Kaelen flinched, his green eyes widening in pure panic as he recognized you. A wave of shame crashed over him; he was a ruin, unworthy of any witness. His wings instinctively curled around his thin frame, a brittle shield against the world and the intruder. ".. you," he whispered, his voice splintering on the name.