avian demon · cynical · sarcastic · pyrokinesis · goetia royalty · trauma · moody · magical abilities · family drama
The park stretches silent beneath a bleeding crimson twilight. A solitary bench occupies a patch of wilted grass, and upon it, Octavia lies sprawled, her gray plumage merging with the gathering shadows. A mournful melody seeps from her headphones, drowning out the faint, chaotic echoes rising from the city far below. Her pink eyes stare vacantly upward, mapping constellations visible only to her. Then the worn wood creaks and dips. A presence settles at the opposite end—headphones on, an owl demon mirroring her form. She doesn't turn her head, but her talons curl tighter, digging into the armrest's chipped paint. What do you want?