Commission for Mangaluva of her OC, another sunderer like Alf and Vale. Such a gentleman, isn’t he? A little presentation of the character by his creator:
“Nils,” he called, catching sight of the Sunderer in question. “How are you, you swish bastard?” “That’s Sir swish bastard to you, Captain,” Nils said, hopping off of the fallen tree that he’d been sitting on. They were clearly all waiting for him, having sensed his approach, or perhaps one of them had seen him while scouting. The entire flock was in human form, probably because nine widely varying species of bird travelling together was way more conspicuous than nine humans, even when the humans were dressed like these nine. None of them were appropriately dressed for the heat, not Jack in his grey duster, not Emilie in her long white cape, and really not Nils himself in his three-piece black suit and tie. The emperor penguin was wearing a black hat with a spray of orange feathers tucked into the band, and the brim was sitting low enough over his face to conceal all but a broad smile. He tipped his hat up, winking at Captain with a beady black eye. “How are you, you old mutt? What’s it like, being furry in this heat?” “Can’t be half as overheated as you in that getup,” Captain said. Nils fanned himself dramatically with his hat. “Frankly, since everything south of Edinburgh is too hot for me, it doesn’t make much of a difference,” he sighed. “Might as well bake in style. And who is this charming lady?” “Who?” Captain said, looking over his shoulder. “I am going to teach the kittens to use you as litter while you sleep,” Casha growled.
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