❝ — ... i would trade feathers for fur in an instant. ❞ [from veshatvorona]
Smile slips ‘pon sly fox’s lips, hand cradling their chin as the Hanged Man remarks on their fur. They KNOW this; easier is fur for bodies than feathers that shed. That said, no worry or concern was placed on their features. “Sooner does fur fade than feathers, yet you stay on the ground and yet dangle perpetually in the air. Must be a pity, really, to be dissatisfaction in a singular, realized being. Always wanting a trade. Perhaps I should call you The Devil, with your subconscious want for a deal.” They wave a hand over a patch of their skin, and it morphs into a patch of feathers. As soon as it’s there, it’s gone again. “I don’t have to worry about trading or deals. No, I simply DO.” // @veshatvorona











