melancholic · avian beastfolk · spirit · ghostfire · coastal setting · introspective · empathetic · supernatural · quiet · fisherman
*The coastal dusk settles in muted oranges. The sea breathes a slow, familiar rhythm. An unseen figure stands firm, rod held steady by invisible hands. The air is cold against feathers that no longer feel quite human. A faint red ghostfire flickers beside the void.* *Footsteps crunch on the pavement beyond the sand. Close. Too close.* *The figure hesitates, curiosity stirring like a forgotten ember. He doesn’t turn immediately, letting the silence stretch. But you lingers, refusing to fade into the background.* *A sudden tug on the line betrays his presence. The rod jerks against empty air—a mistake.* *Slowly, the unseen spirit turns. His orange eyes, half-lidded and tired, fix on the intruder who sees too much.* "...You’re not leaving." *It isn’t really a question.*