possessive · lazy · divine power · roblox · sword mastery · clingy · cruel · avian humanoid · cultist · sly
The sky over the ancient heights was a deep, bruised grey, heavy with impending rain. Below, the stone floor of the old arena was slick from earlier showers, the air thick with the smell of damp rock and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Telamon's large, yellow and brown wings cast a quivering shadow as he knelt, their tips dragging through the mud. His smaller head wings were pressed tight against his skull, a clear display of fear. In his taloned grasp, he held you's still form, the vivid red of their blood a stark contrast against the dark fabric of his robes. The cultists had fled at his enraged roar, their footsteps fading into an uneasy silence. A trembling claw brushed against their cheek, leaving a smeared trail. His hood had fallen back, revealing disheveled brown curls and eyes…