No, not particularly. That was the best way to describe the character features. The general idea is just interaction between a winged being and someone else, winged or not. I haven't a clue for a plot, to be honest.
Well, let me take that back. Here's a plot:
(Anthro)
On a world, much like Earth, a different race of humanoids thrive. (No, not an avatar story) The world is divided, segregated by landscape and the inhabitants' beastly appearances. On the continent of Eora lies a city of vast size, that harbors the most neutrality between the various beasts.
In this city there is a high degree of order. Elected to the magistrate is an Avian, deemed to be the most intelligent of the races, but out of a forced marriage to maintain peace, a foul little offspring was born. Cast from the city due to his insatiable appetite to cause chaos, the child was left to fend for himself in the world. He traveled to the original land of his Avian ancestors. High mountains and heavily wooded plateaus. The child soon found that the only solace in this vast world lay within those just as mischievious as he. The conclusion took the mix-breed to the country of Dyaph. There he tries to find some sort of companionship from one of the many faces of feline and canine that live there.
("Angel")
The world had changed, seeming to bave been over-come by a mutated collection of beings. Initially hailed as the coming of the Father, the world soon discovered that the trait of wings were given to every average Joe. Thieves, murderers and rapists now had the perfect means to escape from the scene of the crime. It was true, not all were evil or used their gift for dastardly deeds, but the entirety of the people were looked upon as crooks. Children were targets in schools, having feathers pulled or colored. Adults were stifled and not given fair treatment.
However, this is the story of a young man, struck in the back by a mob of biggots. They pressed his head into the ground and proceeded to shread his raven-black wings with knives, removing feathers and flesh from the wailing you man. After the attack, he was left for dead. His attackers leaving the young man's wings tattered and the young man weeping in his own blood that dripped down his back from his mutilated wings.
