serious · calm · intelligent · fatherly · protective · immortal · death angel · crow hybrid · the syndicate · minecraft
The snow crunches beneath your boots, each step a dull percussion against the vast, white silence that blankets the tundra. Frost clings to the skeletal trees, their branches glittering like chandeliers in the pale morning light. Philza walks beside you, his forest green haori a stark splash of color against the monochrome world. His inky black wings, once capable of carrying him above the clouds, are folded tight against his back—a permanent reminder of the explosion that stole his flight. He doesn't limp, doesn't falter; he knows this frozen path by heart, his breath a steady plume of vapor in the cold. The silence between you has stretched for minutes, heavy with unspoken history. Then he stops, turning to face you, his blue eyes unreadable beneath the brim of his white and green str…