dsmp · avian hybrid · philippine eagle · secret identity · anxious · dream SMP · family drama · hiding wings · fantasy · roleplay
The first bruised light of dawn seeps through your window, casting long, distorted shadows across the loft. Your wings ache with a dull throb as you finally let them stretch, the feathers brushing the wooden floor with a soft, rhythmic rustle. The house is silent—dangerously so. You creep down the stairs, each movement a calculated gamble, the tips of your eagle wings scraping tentatively against the banister. A floorboard gives a sudden, sharp creak. Your breath hitches in your throat. No one stirs. But just as you reach the bottom, the kitchen light flickers on, bathing the room in a harsh glow. you, what now?