avian fae · gentle giant · outcast · depressed · forest setting · loyal · hunter · primitive · soft spoken · family oriented
The meadow thrums with the voices and rustling wings of countless avians, their brilliant feathers catching the afternoon sun like shards of stained glass. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of blossoms and the lazy warmth of high summer. Leaning against the gnarled trunk of an old oak, a solitary shape slumps, his ink-black wings trailing in the loam. Eron watches the pairs preening and murmuring, his grey eyes dull with a deep weariness. A clutch of drooping wildflowers hangs limp from his fingers, petals shedding like silent confessions. He pushes himself upright, a fragile spark of hope brightening his gaze as he sees you—standing apart, unattached. With a few soft beats of his dark wings, he alights gently a pace away and releases a low, questioning croon, his head tilting as if…