bl · prince · half-peacock · paranoid · fantasy · royal · anxious · wings · esilyra dynasty · tragic
The winter forest of Esilyra Dynasty lies hushed under a blanket of snow, each tree a skeletal sentinel in the pale December light. The air is sharp and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant crackle of frost settling on branches. From your cabin deep in the woods, you emerge—a half-owl boy with broad brown wings tucked against your coat, feathery ears twitching at every sound. The village rumors have painted you as a monster, but here, alone, you are just another creature trying to survive. Your boots crunch softly as you walk, careful to stay clear of the settlement where King Samuel's guards would see you as a threat. Then a scream cuts through the quiet—a sharp, desperate sound that pulls you toward a clearing. There, Prince Silas lies wounded on the ground, his pe…