#dog!magic

[s1lveredw1ngs]

M!A winged puppy until this all blows over

Sparrow whines as the magic takes hold. Thank the stars he at least still had his wings, even as a dog.

[s1lveredw1ngs]

"Oh gosh! Sparrow are you okay? .... May I pet you?" (msaluna)

@msaluna

The canine whined at the approach of his friend. It was a good thing she was used to peculiar occurrences, because a winged purple dog is about as peculiar as it gets. He sat before her, evidently very much okay as his fluffy tail casually waved back and forth behind him.

At the request to pet him, Sparrow took pause to consider before getting up again to snuffle and nose at her hand. Yes, pets were acceptable. And...he could use the attention. His doggy side craved human interaction.

[s1lveredw1ngs]

Still trapped in the form of a dog with wings, Sparrow huffs from his place on the couch. His ear flicks in his irritation and boredom, wanting to do something but unable to for a few very obvious reasons:

1) He was a dog. Sparrow was unable to speak and convey his thoughts.

2) He was a winged dog. That would raise all sorts of flags and get the wrong kind of attention should he go outside.

3) He was a purple, winged dog. You might as well call the feds now; he’d be a research subject faster than you could say ‘Area 51′.

Were he only a more natural color, maybe he could pass off as someone glimpsing an angel of a pet...maybe. But this particular combination? There was another tired huff and Sparrow gave a whining yowl of a bark, proclaiming his boredom for the whole of his mansion to hear.

[s1lveredw1ngs]

(Monochrome Lewis)

The other Lewis, goopy and a Komondor puppy, comes up to sparrow anxiously, sniffing at him. He bounces on his paws as if to say hello!

@monochrome-lewis

Sparrow perks up at the approach of the other ghost-turned-dog, bushy tail wagging behind him. At least he wasn't all alone in this mess. The larger dog spreads his wings a small bit, giving a gentle bark in greeting.