#featherex

[flxwergxrden-a]

innocent carnivore || featherex

The air was warm, carrying along with it the scent and aromas of the flowers in full blossom. The forest was a pleasant place at this time of the year; The running water’s rippling sound and here and there the warbling of a bird that took shelter under the rustling leaves. The Nymph found great pleasure in walking around the tall trees and through the flower valleys.. sometimes walking a bit too far away from her tree; in hope that she’d find something to excite her curiosity. Like this time, that she had found herself staring mesmerized at a strawberry blond shapeshifter. Hiding behind a trunk, shimmering orbs were following his unusual feeding habits, unsure whether to approach him or not.. when fate decided to give her a soft push; And thus the warm breeze pushed her gently forward, resulting in her stepping on a twig. *Crack* the sound revealed her hiding place and was now standing next to the tree, blinking surprised herself. Slender fingers reached out to press her plump cherry lips ever so lightly with embarrassment, her cheeks tinted by a pinkish hue. Oops...

/ @featherex

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @featherex || tsukuyomi & stella ]

─「ステラ」─  the cold weather was HARSH to every living beings, especially when it was something akin to a winter storm than just a simple cold breeze. the FROST in the air was biting at her skin, and the female couldn’t help noticing how this weather was certainly not normal. there was a hint of SOMETHING much more powerful hidden within the confine of this forest. like it was there to prevent people from coming in ... to protect, even.

                despite casting a PROTECTIVE SPELL upon herself, it appeared that whoever was responsible for this ETERNAL WINTER was more powerful than she was. even so --- she wasn’t giving up. tracing the trails of magic source, and she arrived in the MIDDLE of the whole forest.

                “ a ... shrine ... ? ” voice was barely audible among the strong wind. there was no MARKINGS nor names for her to recognize. but a shrine in the middle of the cursed forest ? why was it that she felt drawn towards this place ? like a beckon, a calling of sort that she couldn’t explain.

                she stumbled a little, biting her lip in endurance. fingertips carefully traced the STRUCTURE of the worn-down wood. “ who ... are you, i wonder ... why are you abandoned ... like this ? ”

[soulsxng--a]

@featherex​ from here!

The angel supposes that he isn’t really all that surprised to hear that Xiego doesn’t keep any secrets-- and at the same time, finds himself almost flattered to hear that, while he might not be the first ever secret, he’s the only secret as of right now. It’s probably not the best thing to be happy about, but he is none-the-less. After all, that simply means that he’s treasured, right? That his mate wishes to keep him safe, and to himself.

Even in the event that that may not be the case, Eri still chose to believe that to be the case, anyway.

“I’m sorry, I suppose that was an odd question to ask you out of the blue--!” Angelic voice is cut off with a soft gasp, as he suddenly finds himself being shoved away, yet still held steady by sharply scaled tail. There’s a pained hiss as one sharp point in particular cuts into the part of the odd scar on pale hip, and the seraph squirms ever so slightly until it’s curled in a way that won’t hurt.

“I wouldn’t hide anything from you, though. Anything you’d like to know about me, I’ll tell you. I want you to know it all, someday. So if you’re curious about something, feel free to ask, okay?” Eri leans in slowly, tips of his wings brushing gently over Xiego’s own. A kiss is taken, seemingly not bothered when his bottom lip catches on a sharp tooth or two, and blood springs forward to color his lip. “I’d like to know everything about you too, someday-- that’s why I asked. So that I’m able to love you as best I can.”

[venctxr]

Thanks for the follow @featherex !!

————  “ Ah, Ali~! Just the man I was looking for! ”

    Whether or not the other liked it, that nickname was just for familiarity and pure laziness. Three syllables was much too much for a name, he would rather call him ‘A’ for short if he could but ‘Ali’ would have to do. 

  It was not uncommon for hunters to work with anyone in the police force, detectives even. Normally, supernatural hunters simply worked under the guise of bounty hunter and his company had all sorts of excuses to get the police to help in their investigations without the department from finding out about the supernatural at all, even wiping memories if need be.

    “ I need some help solving some pieces of a puzzle. I’m sure you already heard of the homeless killings happening around your area? ”

[univentoremarchived]

|| @featherex plotted: 

It wasn’t the time of the year where she would spend her time as a seal. Yes, that was a good reason not to go into the sea! While she could easily manage in this form, it was simply a lot easier to be a seal in order to go back home... Ah. Who was she kidding? She was running. She still couldn’t bring herself to go back to her family, could she? She didn’t know what they thought of her for her crazy antics back then. 

There she stood on the rocks, staring into the grey horizon, tasting the salty air and listening to the breaking waves. With a final sigh, she turned around and walked alongside the beach, making sure she wouldn’t trip over the rocks. Eventually, she noticed a small house of sorts. Did someone live there? When the door opened, she quickly hid behind a larger rock, curiously glancing at the man.. Ah, he smelled familiar? 

[spellbiinding-a]

@featherex​ has been spotted !!↵

     He was sure Parker had only been joking when he’d started out on his search this morning, but he’d never imagined he’d actually come upon anyone. Unicorns didn’t actually exist -- coming from a child of angelic descent raised from the dead with unholy magic. Even after seeing his friend in her true form, he still had trouble believing the unbelievable. So, as he pushed aside brush and branch to seek out this rumored unicorn, he was admittedly to actually find a male so far out.

     “Woah! Sorry! I didn’t think I’d actually find anyone out here.” Sort of like someone seeking out Bigfoot for the thrill of it rather than the end goal. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” Adrien had once heard Parker murmur about how much he resembled Michael with his pale blond hair, tanned skin, and baby blue eyes. He could only assume she’d meant the Archangel and not some acquaintance of hers, but he’d never understood it until now as he gazed upon the other.

     Even without Otherworldly voices whispering hints into his ear, he could clearly tell that there was something about this man that wasn’t human. Just being around him felt different than being around the orphanage kids or Parker.

     “Are you the... unicorn?” Wow, now he felt dumb saying that out loud. “Ah -- actually, is that weird to ask? I just thought, yah know, with the stories and stuff that maybe... If you’re not, please don’t make fun of me for believing in unicorns.” After all, what else could the world throw at him?

[xaconite]

Any forest, even if it was not Melio’s own, felt like home, if only for the split moment he first felt the leaves and seedlings beneath his palms. He’d foolishly ventured into a nearby city, having heard rumors of the humans clearing yet another patch of land. Cities were impossible for him to navigate though, his magic rendered useless in urban areas. Disoriented and lost, he’d found the first sign of greenery he could find--yet another forest. 

A sudden presence and movement of the underbrush had Melio alert again. He sat up from the tree he found solace against. 

“My apologies, I’m merely passing through.” Just until his magic returned and he felt strong enough to find his way back home. “I don’t meant to intrude. I just... need a few minutes.” / @featherex ( for ephios ) !!

[thexuntamed]

//starter for @featherex

Visiting with the older clans of pure blood demons were a task that the king felt shouldn’t be necessary any more. The pure bloods were always, critical of his reign, claiming that they were better off before he came back from the dead. Satan knew that they probably thought that but he was their king and he was the strongest demon, they knew how to oust him. The only problem wasn’t if they wanted to, but if they were able to. 

Eyes hooded with boredom, San stood in front of the most recent family he was with in their home, horns out in proud display of his status as king. Gold bands gleamed periodically up the lengths, showing that he was the strongest of them all. He had already knocked back two of their younger males who wanted a chance to prove themselves, easily deflecting blow and flipping them away with a flick of his wrist. 

Turning when he sensed a newcomer, one worthy of his attention for once, Satan smirked. A fang hooked his lip, giving him an eerie expression. “Do you want a go at your king then?”