Topeagler ((link)) 🆓

It was not a bird, though it had feathers like tarnished brass. It was not a fish, though it had gills that pulsed softly behind its jaw. And it was certainly not a mammal, though it nursed its single young with a milk that smelled of riverstone and lightning. The Topeagler was the last stitch in a tapestry of evolution that nature had long since unraveled.

The sphere pulsed.

She spotted a flicker of bioluminescence near the Sunken Bell Tower—a place where the old coral bells still chimed when the underwater currents were right. Without thinking, she folded her wings, tucked her three eyes forward, and dropped. topeagler

Its name came from the old Velorian tongue: Topa (to pierce the surface) and Eagler (the one who watches from above). And for three thousand years, the Topeagler had done exactly that—gliding silently above the blackwater bayous, then plunging like a feathered spear to snatch the glowing eels that lived in the sunken ruins below. It was not a bird, though it had

And the Topeagler, as always, would remember. The Topeagler was the last stitch in a