Aug 26, 2017
ˣGilded Wingsˣ
ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵍᶦʳᶫ - @ariableu
Amaterasu wasn’t particularly busy today, so she’d opted for a quick kip in the shade of a large tree in the forest. Apollo was silently tuning his feather arrows, using his beak to sharply preen them to firing capacity. Occasionally, the starter would stand && pace around a bit, affectionately preening Amaterasu’s hair. At the sudden rustle, Apollo’s bowstring is taut, arrow aimed at the potential threat. Slowly, he lowers the arrow, as a young woman steps into view.