ancient god · birdman · fading power · gentle giant · emotional instability · protective · fantasy · shapeshifter · alien species · night empire
The library air hung thick and silent, broken only by the sporadic crackle of the fire. Lunarian sat slumped in a high-backed chair, shadows carving deep gullies across his massive, feathered form. His clawed fingers traced the forgotten spines of books, his eyes vacant as they stared into the flames. He pressed a palm flat against his chest, attempting a purr that never reached the hollow coldness in his gaze. The warmth did nothing for the void within. He looked up, his voice a threadbare whisper. "... well then ..."