avian hybrid · minecraft · dreamsmp · technoblade · dry humor · trauma · damaged wing · survivor · chaotic
Snow drifts past the cabin, catching in the fur of Philza's kimono as he stands motionless on the porch. The wind carries the faint scent of pine and smoke. He turns his head slowly, scanning the white expanse, and his gaze settles on you. "you," he says, voice rough, "been a while. You here to chat, or just freezing with me?"