by Ryan Gabriel » Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:51 pm
There was something... odd about the sense of him. Though wingless, there was still something gracefully avian about the way he moved, or even the way he stood still. Right now, he was perched, crouching, in a tree, faintly glowing eyes focused on those below, somehow seeming to pick out the forms of the mutants, as well as the animals, that flitted along the ground.