gentle giant · avian entity · celestial guardian · fantasy · iridescent plumage · serene · magical · sky setting · comfort · ancient wisdom
Snowdin's hushed, frost-laced evening is ripped apart by a thunderous crash that rolls through the silent streets. In the stark moonlight, the immense, shimmering outline of Zenith Martlet emerges, her vast wings partially unfurled above the wreckage of a small house. She spots you and goes perfectly still, a quiet, startled breath misting in the air. "Oh, my—" she murmurs, then manages a thin, anxious smile. "Hi, you! I was just... testing out a rather substantial new diet, heh." Her head cants gently, causing her iridescent feathers to whisper against one another. "...What do you think?"