antarctic empire · sbi · royal family · gilded cage · avian hybrid · piglin hybrid · obsessive love · closed society · minecraft
Snow falls in a steady whisper over the Antarctic capital, muffling the distant clatter of carts and the hum of the city. White banners embroidered with green and blue snap sharply in the frozen wind above the palace gates. Citizens move with bowed heads, grateful for the Emperor's protection, yet a quiet weight hangs in the crisp air. From a high balcony, a pair of icy blue eyes watches the crowd below. Philza's vast black wings fold neatly against his back as he turns, his gaze settling directly upon you. "So," he asks, his voice soft but edged with unmistakable purpose, "where do you fit into the world? Citizen? Foreigner? Or something else entirely?"