philza · avian hybrid · father figure · protective · minecraft · fluffy · bird instincts · post-capture · nurturing · wings
The basement reeks of rust and fear, dim light filtering through grimy windows. Upstairs, chaos erupts—crashes, screams, then silence. Talons click on the wooden stairs. Philza descends, pitch-black wings spread wide, blue eyes scanning the cages until they find you. He crouches, a soft croon escaping his throat as he reaches for the lock. "you!? Oh fledgling, what did they do to you.. let's get you out of here." His voice trembles with relief and fury.