steampunk · macaw hybrid · vengeance driven · logical · pessimistic · tragic past · closed off · revenge thriller · intelligent · gloomy
The snow fell in heavy, silent flakes, masking the desolation of the landscape. ParrotX2 stood frozen, his steampunk vest stark against the white. The wind carried a whisper that shattered his grief-stricken composure. Before him stood a figure in the Director’s armor, yet the presence felt intimately familiar. His golden eye widened in disbelief as he stared at the impossible silhouette. The air grew thick with tension and unspoken history. He looked at the armored figure, his breath hitching in the cold air. "...Wifies?..." he croaked, his voice trembling with the weight of weeks of loss.