WE ALL FLOAT HERE ;; gaining an avian friend

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  • GRAB HER ASS, ACTIN’ TOUGH —

    The woman was settled in a patch of sun. Birds squeaking as they flew above. Only, she felt a soft thump on her side. Eyes flicking open to see the thing there. A grey African parrot with red tail. It eyed her and she eyed it. Clearly curious of each other, but nether wanting to move.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — MESS WITH HER, SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP


    ☾*: PEOPLE KEEP TALKING THEY CAN SAY WHAT THEY LIKE

    LUNGHELL / DOMESTIC FELINE / ADDICT / HELPFUL / TAKEN / PENNED BY ASHINKA

  • "Hey there." Threefold would pad towards the girl, not entirely sure of her name. Damn, he should get out more. "Mind if I sit here?" He'd ask, then settle himself down nearby without waiting for an answer. The snowy owl that had been following him overhead now swooped down to land on Three's shoulder. When the large dog had finished yawning sleepily, he noticed the parrot beside Lunghell. He didn't know her very well, but he hadn't seen this bird with her before. "Oh, that's pretty. I used to have a parrot.. once upon a time.." He hummed, his eyes taking on a distant look as he spoke. Ragnorak had been his macaw a long time ago. They'd been inseparable, and the bird had even spoken for him due to Three's muteness at the time. The whole thing was a long story which eventually ended in Three unintentionally killing Ragnorak after going crazy for a brief period, then part of Nor's soul ending up in Genesis, who now hooted gently from his shoulder. She knew exactly what he was thinking - and had the same memories from another perspective - and she didn't seem to be fond of the recollection. Olive eyes refocusing on Lung and the bird, Three would cock his head slightly. "Is it your's?" Would be his next question, seemingly unaware that he had just forced this whole interaction on her without waiting to see if she even wanted to talk to him.

    "Speech"


    "HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET" & TAGS

    - WE WERE OUT WAY PAST SUNDOWN

    hawkclan & sanctuary - saint bernard - lulumac

  • GRAB HER ASS, ACTIN’ TOUGH —

    Lung paused and blinked soft eyes at the male. Sure. I would not mind the company. The pregnant woman offered and then he commented on the grey monster on her side and she glanced to him. Blinking slightly and then smiling. He is pretty, isn’t he. I guess he is mine now. I think I may call him Polly. The parrot would squeak and hop onto the dirt beside her as she said the name.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — MESS WITH HER, SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP


    ☾*: PEOPLE KEEP TALKING THEY CAN SAY WHAT THEY LIKE

    LUNGHELL / DOMESTIC FELINE / ADDICT / HELPFUL / TAKEN / PENNED BY ASHINKA

  • "Polly parrot?" youth echos with head tilted to the side, snickering softly at the way that the alliterated words roll off of his tongue and pop from his lips. Curly furred serval eyes the bird for a few moments, taking in monochrome feathers until stunningly vibrant crimson seems to explode from shades of grey. It is certainly a gorgeous specimen and he can not help but smile softly at the sight of such an exotically exquisite bird. Even if he does see such birds every day, simply by taking a brief glance upwards, it does not stop the slight sense of awe and wonder that washes over him at the sight of such a being that is so up close and personal with his group members. "That's actually quite a good name. He's definitely a pretty bird." Masou remarks with a nod of his head to the avian companion how perched on the woman's shoulder, bright eyes sparkling with intrigue. Honestly, he was quite jealous, it seemed that everyone around him was getting birds of their own so where did that leave him? Lonely and birdless. Hopefully, he would not remain like that for much longer though, even if young boy was prone to impatience when being deprived of something that seemed to be being gifted to those wherever he looked.

    we entertain these people that we create

    'til there remains no trace of what they stand for

    tags — volary flights — ic opinions — played by renaismic

  • GRAB HER ASS, ACTIN’ TOUGH —

    With a squawk, the Bird flew up and landed safely above her. Thank you. I guess he chose me. But, at least someone will spend cold nights with me! She joked as she rolled to her feet and groaned a bit.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — MESS WITH HER, SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP

    ☾*: PEOPLE KEEP TALKING THEY CAN SAY WHAT THEY LIKE

    LUNGHELL / DOMESTIC FELINE / ADDICT / HELPFUL / TAKEN / PENNED BY ASHINKA

  • I WILL NOT SURRENDER, THIS LIFE IS MINE

    strelizia arbor / hawkclan / [♀] / tags & information

    *:・゚✦ Strelitzia looked a bit bewildered as she came to see the spectacle with the others - a parrot, huh? Gambol, on her back somewhere, let out a small whistle; he had the same thought as she had, she supposed. "Haven't seen a parrot pick somebody in a while." she commented, and looking up to the bird, she let out a soft laugh. "It's nice to meet you, Polly."


    "Speech."


    LET ME FACE LET ME FACE LET ME FACE MY FEARS

    私の地図に載っていない海は 遠くない

    strelitzia the cartel executor tags art by yakan