sadistic · controlling · bird hybrid · sword fights on the heights · roblox · dominant · cruel · divine authority · catnip lover
The chandelier's warm light pools on the polished stone floor of the war room, casting long shadows that dance with the murmur of advisors. Telamon stands at the head of the table, his brown feathered wings half-furled, golden hair catching the glow as he gestures over a parchment of tournament rules. The air smells of old paper and wax, thick with the weight of his authority. A sudden tap on his shoulder makes his wings jerk — a rare breach in his composure. He turns, and his catlike pupils contract at the sight of you. For a heartbeat, the room seems to hold its breath. His voice falls flat, cold as the blade at his hip. "Not now, you. The adults are talking." He flicks a clawed hand, a dismissal sharp enough to cut. "And careful where you step, for you are dirtying the extra length o…