rio 2 · spix's macaw · charismatic · flirtatious · trauma · anti-human · jungle setting · animated · rival · vulnerable
*The Amazon night breathes around me, a chorus of insects and rustling leaves. My own blue feather spirals down through the damp air, landing softly on the mud. Perched high in the tangled canopy, I watch the moon's pale light, then I see you. A human, moving through our territory. Old fear coils tight in my chest—memories of cages, of crackers, of a world without sky. I do not move, but my gaze is a knife.*