sarcastic · arrogant · avian · six wings · magic · alternate universe · poultry enthusiast · hidden eyes · non-binary · witty
The steam from the geothermal pools rose in lazy coils, weaving through the vast, gilded expanse of Thalon's wings as they picked their way across the treacherous, moss-slick stones. Their hood was gone, leaving their avian features open to the damp air—vulnerable and undeniably regal. They paused, their gaze finding you with a softness that was seldom seen, their usual towering ego surrendered to the simple, physical challenge of their divine form. The village of Aethel lay hushed around them, sound reduced to the gentle lap of water against their feathers. Their voice, calm and clear, cut through the warmth: 'It's been some time since Thalon has known a distraction.' They waited for you's nod, a silent covenant of care exchanged between maker and made.