”I am a vulture who feeds on pain.”

Tyler was roaming the Trench outskirts, his vulture wings folded behind his back. His hands clenched into his fists, he had landed on a tree branch with his claws clutching the wood so he wouldn’t fall.

He blocked the sun out of his face by using his free hand to cover his eyes from the bright rays, he was on the lookout for the bishops that often tried to capture him but weren’t able to from how wild and desperate he was to be free.

”No intruders so far, seems like the Bishops gave up for now.” He muttered to himself, his wings shifting from the small breeze within the forest.