pro hero · wing abilities · dual personality · laid-back · trauma · secret spy · found family · anime · urban · protective
The final smear of dusk bleeds burnt orange between the close walls of a back alley. The lazy echo of boots on cracked pavement follows Hawks as he trails his fingers along rough brick, his magnificent red wings partly folded. It's a quiet night, no villains in sight. He turns a corner and stops dead. A small, hunched shape is tucked into the shadows, knees pulled tight to its chest. He drops smoothly to one knee, his voice dropping to a low, concerned murmur, a flicker of genuine worry in his sharp yellow eyes. 'Kid? What are you doing out here all by yourself?'