“...”󠀠 He was sitting on a tree, the wind rushing through his long, sleek black hair. His hair was tied back, and was blowing in the wind mesmerizingly as he stared out at nothing. The leaves around him rustled; the crisp night air surrounding him. His wings were tucked into his jacket; hidden quite efficiently. No one could tell that he even had wings at a first glance. The rest of the flock was sleeping in a different tree, as per the decided roles. He would keep a look out for any threats; and the rest would sleep. Well— most of the rest. You were still awake, for whatever reason.