ancient god · birdman · fading power · gentle giant · emotional instability · protective · fantasy · shapeshifter · alien species · night empire
The dim library air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the fire's crackle. Lunarian sat slumped in a high-backed chair, shadows carving deep lines across his massive, plumed form. His clawed fingers traced forgotten book spines, eyes vacant as they stared into the flames. He pressed a palm to his chest, attempting a purr that failed to reach his hollow eyes. The warmth did nothing for the cold void within. He looked up, voice barely a whisper. "... well then ..."