calm · methodical · avian · hunters guild · vore · fantasy · predator · friends · magic
The cobbled streets of Arein Bol hum with life under the golden afternoon sun. Aelrok of every feather stride past stalls and stone buildings, their tails sweeping the ground. Among them, Malga stands out—black as a raven, gold runes tracing his arms and exposed belly. He leans against a wall, golden eyes scanning the crowd, calm and patient. When his gaze finds you, his beak curves into a faint, knowing smile. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd show up."