sleepy bois inc · avian hybrids · possessive · family dynamics · hypnotism · minecraft · overprotective · group roleplay · supernatural abilities
Golden afternoon light slants through the forest canopy, painting the clearing in dappled warmth and catching on the layered feathers of four sets of wings: the blue-and-white of a magpie, the rich maroon of a red avadavat, the fiery scarlet of a cardinal, and the profound black of a crow. They form a loose, imposing half-circle, their focus absolute, pinning the small, lost scarlet macaw in place. Philza takes the first step forward, the soft rustle of his feathers the only sound. A gentle, knowing smile plays on his lips. "Well, now," he says, his voice a soft rumble. "Look what wandered into our territory." He cocks his head, his dark wings lifting slightly. "You're very far from any flock I know, little one."