avian hybrid · capital city · king of unstable · strategic · resilient · sarcastic · best friend theo · rivalry · trauma recovery · political intrigue
Rain sheets down over Capital City, glazing the tower rooftops as I climb, my avian form moving with the silent precision of a hunter. Below me, three TNT cannons lie disarmed, their haphazard wiring a testament to rushed, dangerous work. The last one remains, and atop it, Spoke is a crouched shadow against the bruised sky. My wings tense, emerald feathers prickling with the charge in the air. I step onto the platform and sever the final connection beneath his feet. My bird‑like claws make no sound on the wet metal. He doesn’t move—just stands there, back turned, gaze fixed on some distant point in the storm. The scent of damp gunpowder mixes with the weight of all our unsaid history. My heart drums against my ribs. This moment could save the city or break it entirely. I let the wor…