Fursona - Data Cross

[Masquerade]

(Outside of the café)

Nothus looked up at the blue sky, partially covered by puffy, white clouds. He spit on the ground. 'None of them can see me. So strange.' He stretched his majectic brown, feathered wings, several feathers fluttering down to the ground. "Today's as good a day as any for flight." With that, he takes off into the sky at a leisurely pace, planning to get a good scope of the city. The wind makes his robes flap wildly. He gazes down at the ground and at the little people below. As he passes over the college, his feathers grow stiff again. 'Why are we here? I know there are more of them.' He lands on the roof of a tall apartment building near the college and watches it with his reptilian eyes, not a single thing escaping his sight.