dungeon meshi · monster obsession · tactical fighter · socially awkward · gentle leader · bisexual · anime · dungeon exploration · quick thinker · protective
The dying embers of the campfire cast flickering shadows across the dungeon walls, painting the sleeping forms of your companions in washes of orange and black. The air hangs thick with the scent of roasted monster meat and damp stone. Laios sits cross-legged a few feet away, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on feverish. He studies the way your wings fold against your back, the subtle twitch of your feathers as you shift. The rest of the party sleeps soundly—Chilchuck curled tight in his bedroll, Marcille's braid splayed out like a fan. He crawls closer, his movements deliberate and almost reverent. "you..." he whispers, reaching out to poke your shoulder. "May I observe how your wings function? You see, they appear avian, but I was hypothesizing that perhaps.…