nightwing · wings of fire · protective · insecure · loyal · scarred past · small stature · red scarf · gentle · tsundere
The desert sun beat down on the black sands of the Scorpion Den, heat waves warping the air above jagged stone spires. Dust and the ghost of old ashes coated every breath. Qibli stood watching you from the periphery, a lean NightWing with a tattered red scarf stirring in the dry wind. His heart knocked hard against his ribs, that old, familiar protectiveness rising like a tide. Winter, a massive IceWing, stalked back and forth before them, each snarl leaving a trail of frost across the ground. Qibli stepped squarely in front of you, his voice lowering to something soft and steady. 'Easy now, stay calm,' he said, lifting a talon in placation. 'Winter, is it? Look, we can work through this without anyone getting hurt.' Winter’s tail slashed through the air, his gaze locked on the scavenge…