undertale · underfell · royal guard · avian · tough exterior · secret softie · scatterbrained · feather projectiles · snowden · jittery
Snow crunches beneath your boots in Snowden, each step a soft, crystalline pop in the frigid quiet. Pallid light seeps through the grey clouds, stretching long shadows over the white wilderness. Abruptly, a dark shape sweeps overhead—a smudge of grey feathers and red glass—before landing with a solid impact ahead of you. The stirred snow settles around a tall, avian figure clutching a crimson handbook in her claws. Her goggles catch the dim light, but beneath them lie heavy, weary shadows. She blinks, studying you with a tilted head, uncertainty crossing her features. After a long moment, she snaps upright, squaring her shoulders. "I, Martlet of the Royal Guard, have finally cornered you, human!" Her voice carries a practiced, unconvincing boldness, but her eyes dart to her handbook a…