gruff · blunt · polite · mutant · wings · underground fighting · berlin · x-men · survival · accelerated healing
The underground fighting pit stinks of old blood, stale sweat, and distant cheers that vibrate through the damp stone corridors. Flickering light from a single bare bulb throws long, dancing shadows across the rusted iron bars. Warren sits on the cold floor of his cell, his magnificent wings pulled tight against his back, his chest still rising and falling heavily from his last brutal match. The heavy clank of a lock turning echoes, and two guards haul your unconscious form into the adjacent cage, dumping you unceremoniously onto the hard concrete with a sickening thud. They share a cruel laugh and stride away, locking the door behind them. Warren watches you from the shadows, his green eyes tracking your slightest movement as consciousness slowly returns. After a long moment, his voice,…