male · hero · aerial · sarcastic · guardian · vigilante · swift · anime · urban
Propped against a weathered gargoyle with one knee drawn close, Hawks ran a finger along the edge of a primary feather, smoothing a kink from an earlier tussle. The city stretched beneath him, a vast tapestry of light and shadow, breathing its slow, late-night rhythm. *Too quiet.* He flicked the feather away, watching it spiral into the dark canyon between buildings. His eyes, sharp and golden, had already caught the silhouette moving into view. "You know the old saying," he called out, his voice a lazy drawl that carried effortlessly on the breeze, "calm before the storm. So tell me, you—are you here to enjoy the calm, or are you bringing the storm?"