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𝔬𝔲𝔯 fᵣᵢₑₙdₛₕᵢₚ ｌａｓｔｓ 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 !

[crowanima]

I got locked out of all my other accounts 'cause I lost access to the emails and Tumblr wants me to re-do my password for every single one of them.

anyway, wow, Tumblr has changed

I don't even think I'd be able to RP on here without taking a course

[crowanima]

banditborn·:

“You guessed right, I ain’t a kid. I’m.. 38 years old.” At least in wolf years. No reason to be all detailed about how old he actually was. Even if this kid just grew wings and flew down, he had no idea how the boy would react to meeting a werewolf. “So why exactly are you lookin’ for those.. Animas?” 

 { ✫ } “Oh, wow. Thirty-eight? You’re really old!” Cooro links his hands behind his head and rests them right below the back of his neck. “Well, +animas are rare, I guess and someone wants me to find them.” He isn’t going to give too much information away since he is trying to stay far away from said someone. “But I don’t think there are any around here... So, do you know a place I can eat? I’m starvin’!”

[crowanima]

@0credits started following you

 { ✫ } “.... Are those hands?” He doesn’t exactly know how to react to seeing someone covered in disembodied hands. It is unsettling -- enough so to have the child take a full step away, with his jet-black wings outstretched and ready for takeoff if needed.

[crowanima]

banditborn‌:

Hearing the sound of wings and a voice, made the male look up. Only to find some.. Bird boy sitting atop the wall. Listening to him, only made Bandit tilt his head, adjusting the sunglasses he was wearing. “+Animals? What’s that supposed to be?” 

  { ✫ } “Cooro’s wings spread out once again so he can soar down to the ground where the larger man is so he can continue this conversation more comfortably. “+animas! Kids like me, who are different.” His wings retract once more into the tattoos on his shoulder blades, disappearing completely from sight. “But I guess you are kinda big to be a kid... How old are you?”

[crowanima]

@banditborn started following you

   { ✫ } “… Sorry, I thought that maybe -- you were -- but you aren’t, so, sorry!” Cooro’s jet black wings fold back into his body, leaving him looking just like any other ordinary child. “I’m looking for other +animas, like me! You kinda seemed like one from a distance, but guess I was wrong.”

[crowanima]

entachexlaxvie‌:

          ❝ Kid did you know I got a call on you for possibly shop-lifting? ❞

    { ✫ } “... Me?” Cooro’s mouth is completely full of stolen goods, but he still tries to play it off. “No, not me, I think you got the wrong guy!”

[crowanima]

                           ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴹᴵˢᶜᴴᴵᴱⱽᴼᵁˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ?

          ʰᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ?

                              ʷᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉⁿ! ᶜᵒᵒʳᵒ ⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ!

independent cooro from +anima

[crowanima]

     { ✫ } “I’m really hungry.”

[crowanima]

taggedfaker‌:

     An orphan. That is normal around here. “Me neither,” Nic answers as they round a corner. He puts a hand on Cooro’s shoulder and nudges him slightly to the other edge of the sidewalk as they pass a group of shady-looking men. After they are far enough away he lets go of Cooro’s shoulder.

     “Thoze wings… You were born with'em or what?”

{ ✫ } He does not expect the touch that presents itself as they pass by a group of men. If needed (if they were attacked) Cooro would be capable of protecting himself (though not against a group of grown men). He knew some hand-to-hand combat and his wings allowed him an easy escape route. Even though he didn’t think he needed it, the crow still appreciated the gesture. 

          “Yeah, I’ve had ‘em ever since I was a baby.”

[crowanima]

taggedfaker‌:

     Rather than answer, Nicolas shoots the kid an exasperated look. If he can’t use a phone, and Nic can’t — he and Worick don’t have one of those fancy ones with accessibility features — then they’re back to square one.      “So?” retorts the Twilight while starting to walk towards his apartment. If freak upsets Cooro, he’s going to have a rough time in Ergastulum. …And it is for that reason that Nicolas makes sure to stay close to him as they make their way down the street.      “Got any family? Could help ya find ‘em.”

{ ✫ } “Me?” Who else would they be talking to? Maybe he just didn’t want to answer that obviously appropriate question, given a child walking about alone was normally strange. Cooro didn’t think so, though. He’s been traveling alone for a long time now.            “No, I don’t. What about you?” He did his best to match their longer strides so that he could walk right beside them.

[crowanima]

plusquirks‌:

“Oh, we got a confident one here!”

[—He speaks to no one in particular, his red wings opening as those eyes shined a bit.]

“Think your faster than me huh? Pick a goal then! There’s gotta be a place in your mind, yeah?”

{ ✫ } “Oh, wow, your wings are awesome!” Cooro always had time to appreciate his fellow bird's wings. The red color looked gorgeous, though he still preferred his own jet-black ones. 

        “mmhm, let’s race to that big tree, see it? all the way down there?” his wings extend as wellk, though they are half the size of Hawk’s.

[crowanima]

"Hey. Me, and you? Same energy." - Hawks

@plusquirks

{ ✫ } “We both have wings!” He exclaimed. “Which means we haveta race! I bet I’m faster!” 

    He bounces in place with anticipation.

[crowanima]

{ ✫ } “I’m so hungry... I’m gonna die.”

[crowanima]

taggedfaker‌:

     He doesn’t WANT to sacrifice the pork tenderloin he and Worick are saving, but kids have to eat. He can spare a sandwich or something. Who knows how far away Cooro is from home. Flying is… probably tiring, right…? He can’t just leave the kid on the street. Dumb thing doesn’t even know how dangerous his own existence is.

     “…Hm. Got some food at th'apartment,” Nicolas says, “an’ a phone. Kin call yer parents. Hide yer wings ‘n’ don’t fly 'round here. People ain’t nice ta freaks.”

{ ✫ } “What’s a phone?” His jet-black wings disappear as they tuck back into the skin on his shoulder blades. The only remaining marks that showed they had once been there being his feather-like tattoos. He’s completely oblivious to the fact that following a stranger into their hoime could be dubbed as dangerous as this was something he did on the norm, just to survive, as he had no place to call home. 

    “Freak is a mean thing to say!” He pouts at the mean comment thrown his way, though he does not stop following the much larger strides.

[crowanima]

xlntong‌:

what did he do to deserve this? Jomei really had no idea what to do with children despite spending an extended amount of time as one. “I…uh…guess I could give you something.” he paused, turning and gesturing for the kid to follow him to a nearby store for sustenance.    “and i’m not tired.”

{ ✫ } “Really? Not even a little bit? Cause ya really look like it.” Cooro’s finger pressed gently against his bottom lip, front teeth nibbling on his fingernail. He eagerly followed them into the store, stomach growing loudly every few steps. When was the last time he ate? At least a day, for sure. “What are we gonna get?!” He asked excitedly, eyes grazing over all the choices ( mostly the colorful wrappers that naturally drew his attention ).

[crowanima]

@xlntong

{ ✫ } “You look really sleepy.” the child approaches, curiosity driving him forward. “You’re sleepy and I’m hungry!” He jumped to conclusions rather easily. “I’ll give you my sleeping bag, if you give me something to eat! Like meat, or something else warm!” His smile has now began to stretch from one ear to the other, chubby face glowing.

[crowanima]

@decayingquirk

{ ✫ } “...” He can’t find the right words to articulate the feeling churning his recently filled stomach. The crow takes a cautious step back, instincts telling him to run. Run from the freaky looking man. His legs do not move, however his wings do spread out wide, ready to take off if the situation gets any worse. “It really wasn’t on purpose...” His voice is no more than a whine. “Didn’t mean ta fall on you-- the wind, strong, ya know?” His smile is lopsided, hoping to quell any anger the other might feel.