#doesn't need one

[some-sorta-werewoof-or-something]

[hushedhippie]

It's absolutely beautiful out today with a lovely breeze so the heat is tolerable. Thankful for good weather days like this despite craving a rainy day.

[outmatch]

kinda want a twiiter

doesn't really need one

[moyashichan-blog]

akandayuu said: /whisper-teases/ Pregnancy test, moyashi? need one? kukukuku.

Don't tease me, bastard. This will not end well -narrows eyes-

[liam-cross-tow]

tag Woody

Liam was sat with his long legs sat in a small pool, the still water reflecting the surrounding spring forest. The snow still lay in thick drifts in the grounds, and occasionally a branch would dump it's load with a muted thud, but Liam had managed to find a small, chattering stream that wasn't frozen over. The water collected into a slight hollow to one side, and a sheltered calm was given over to this little reservoir of stillness. The forest, although mostly in slumber, was still given over to the occasional noises that let the heron know that it was teeming with life, albeit dormant. He could hear the breathing of a vole in a burrow not two feet away, and his sharp eyes could focus on every tiny movement, occasionally fixing on a stray bird, perhaps a plucky robin fluttering from branch to branch. He moved his feet restlessly and let out a bird-sigh, the breath escaping his deadly beak in a cloud of vapour in the freezing air. The cold water didn't bother him so much as the shallowness - hardly any of the wading bird's feet were submerged, and the woods felt ever so slightly claustrophobic to the large bird, stood serenely like a pillar in the loosely gathered trees. His senses informed him that he would not be able to take flight in a hurry if he needed, not without clipping his wings on a tree or being unable to escape the canopy. He had dropped in, somewhat clumsily, through a slight gap in the bare trees of the mostly deciduous woodland, but the flight out may be more laborious. The bird sighed with resignation and picked it's way carefully free of the pond, sinking frustratingly into the snow. He looked around the lumpy ground and eventually found what he was looking for. A short run of ground ended abruptly in a drop - it wasn't more than a few feet, but it was enough. And better still, it looked out on a clearing, and Liam was sure he could clear the top of the trees.

Pretty sure.

He paused on the end of the mini-cliff and crouched, his muscles bunched for the spring that would take him into the air. Then, like an arrow loosed from a bow, he bent his legs, elongating his body and at the same time tucking his neck into a neat "S" shape as he thrust himself into the air, wings unfurling fluidly. He forced the air under his powerful downstroke, propelling himself up into the air, trying to catch a thermal as his muscles strained, feathers being buffeted by the brittle up draught. His webbed feet scraped the very top of a large fir before he finally found one, and maneuvered his body carefully into an ideal position, wings stretched out as he gazed down around him. The forest marched away to the east and the school rose majestically from the treeline as he climbed, glinting at him in the mid morning sunlight. The ground was still covered in snow, although swathes of it were thinning and indeed melting away, and patches of deep green showed through in some places. It did him such good to be up in the sky - it would do anyone good, he thought.

[becominggfire-blog]

Driving in my fuzzy pink slippers.

So much comfort. So much class.