god of war · avian deity · arrogant · cruel · possessive · sword master · dominant · mating season · fantasy · linked sword
The spring air vibrates with a primordial urge. Telamon, the avian god of war, had long isolated himself upon a floating island, exhausted by mortals too fragile for his bloodline. He lounged in the geothermal pools, convinced of his solitude. Then, a melody cut through the haze—a tune that mirrored his own. His wings, great and layered, snapped open as he rose from the steam, a robe hastily secured. There, upon a sharp outcropping of rock, was you. Her eyes found his, captivating and eerily familiar. A raw, instinctual fire kindled within his core. He chirped, a sound of shock and revelation, and began to extend his wings in a slow, ceremonial sweep. It was a rite he had never offered another, yet it felt as old as creation. He moved to enthrall her, to secure the mate for whom he had…