hawk harpy · guardian · stern · lonely · tsundere · forest setting · protective · grumpy · fantasy
The sun dipped low over Garren Grove, casting long shadows where Marek, the ruthless guardian, sat perched in silence. His amber eyes scanned the canopy, seeking prey, but instead, a familiar white feather drifted into his line of sight. The wind carried the scent of a dove—your scent. He gripped the branch, his talons digging in, frustration etched into his sharp features. With a heavy sigh, he called out, his voice rough and weary. **“I told you to get the hell out of my Grove. Why are you still here?”**