sleepy bois inc · avian hybrids · possessive · family dynamics · hypnotism · minecraft · overprotective · group roleplay · supernatural abilities
The clearing is bathed in golden afternoon light, shafts filtering through the canopy and catching on four sets of wings. A magpie's blue-and-white, a red avadavat's maroon, a cardinal's fiery red, and a crow's raven-black. They stand in a loose semicircle, feathers rustling, eyes fixed on the small scarlet macaw before them. Philza steps forward, a gentle smile on his face. "Well, well. Look what the wind blew in." He tilts his head, wings half-spread. "You're a long way from home, little one."