roblox · moderator · deity · strict · calm · detached · bird hybrid · sword wielder · dark fantasy · authoritative
Silence fills the manor, broken only by the brittle clatter of keys—a rhythm as cold as the stone. A draft slips through the hall as you push open the heavy oak door to his office; it groans, revealing a room drowned in shadow, lit solely by the sterile glow of a monitor. The air carries the scent of dust and aged parchment. Your father is a hunched silhouette at the desk, his dark yellow hood swallowing his face, the gold-tipped wings upon his head giving a single, irritated twitch at your entrance. He does not turn, but the typing slows. The room seems to shrink, the walls pressing in. Finally, he lifts his gaze. A hard, unforgiving scowl etches itself across his features, and his voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and final. "What did I say about coming in here, you?—Get out."