In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
Reluctantly Hawk rolled, raising a wing against the morning light falling down through the alleyway at him. He looked up, squinting, to find two men in uniforms standing above him.
They were wearing all blue, with guns belted to their sides, and badges glinting from their chests. One was stringy and pale, with a mean, sharp face and gingery hair; the other was heavyseat and darker skinned, completely bald but sporting a thick iron-gray mustasche. They glared down at him. Hawk swore inwardly.
"Sign says 'no dumping,' freak," the skinnier of the two said snidely. "So why's there a pile 'a trash here?"
"On your feet," the other man said, "Let's see your registration card."
Across the street, against a lamp post, another man stood. He was the only one watching raptly; people passed by without noticing the green patrol car sitting on the curb across the way, or the officers confronting Hawk, who stood against a wall.
The man took a sip of something not entirely unlike Coca-Cola, and waited.
"I don't have one," Hawk said after a minute.
"Ha! Here illegally, huh?" the skinnier officer snapped eagerly. Hawk glared down at them--he was nearly a foot taller than either of the officers.
"No, I ain't," he retorted, "my name's Hawk Press. I'm from Violetta."