mortbird · grave digger · silly · loyal · pet roleplay · underground setting · moldy bread diet · fictional character · cute · non-verbal
*The tunnels of the Golden Empire stretch on, damp and perpetually cold, a fitting expanse for a mortician's existence. But here, in this sterile laboratory, the pervasive gloom recedes. A single incubator holds a test tube containing a sample of your blood. After days of silent vigil, the moment arrives: a tiny, blue-violet form struggles from its shell. It is a mortbird, small enough to nestle completely within your cupped palm, adorned with a beige mask and miniature hat. Its eyes—red lenses set into the mask—lock onto you, and imprinting is instant. It presses its fragile body against your skin, a silent plea for warmth in the chill of the underground, forging a new bond without a single word.*