#swordsandfeathers

[ofallingstar]

The Wicker Man (1973)

[alchemic-elric]

@swordsandfeathers​ said:

  It's real bird hours, a huge hawk is nearby preening herself. She's just as big as Edward is, feathers of dark brown, tips ending in red. A well kept feather crest hangs off to the side, and as she pulls out a loose primary feather, she senses him. Intelligent eyes of red and gold observe him, discarding the feather as she shifts her weight on the branch, steel clad claws adjusting their grip.

Don’t fucking look up.  

Don’t fucking make eye contact. 

Don’t fucking acknowledge it. 

Keep fucking walking Edward, just keep fucking walking, and don’t fucking run. 

His mind is racing as he notices an extremely large animal out of his peripheral vision.  He’s out - at night - again despite Alphonse’s words to him warning against it. He told him he’d be back before sundown but Edward’s complete and utter lack of any sense of time has thwarted him again and made him out into a liar.  He said he’d be only gone for so long and what could happen in this backwater little town? 

They’re staying in a little house up the way that a man of the village told them they could crash in in his son lives there and his family was out of town for the next week or so. They’re staying off the beaten path but hey - he’ll take when he can get for a couple of teenagers anyway.  

It’s hard not to notice the creature that’s looking at him from above with the moon high in the sky and near completely full. It helps to light his way but it also helps to light up all the lurks in the dark. His skin is crawling; his mind his screaming; his every is standing on end as his body begs him to run but showing fear was not something he needed to do right now.  He needed to remain as calm as possible as to not make a scene and maybe just maybe he’d get lucky and it’d leave him alone. 

He’s never seen a bird so big before in all of his life. He’s not seen much that large before in all his life unless he wanted to count the chimeras he was forced to fight at the hands of Cornello.  He knows there’s sweat slicking his brow - there has to be with as nervous as he felt. 

Don’t fucking run Edward. 

Don’t fucking run.  Just keep walking. You’ll be fine. 

Would he be though? He didn’t know.  Getting taken out by a bird was kinda a lame way ta go but shit he’s heard of worse.... Al would never believe him when he told him. 

[trollishh]

[ishvalanfaithful]

@swordsandfeathers liked for a starter:

Layla knew how to keep attention off her when the military police were on higher alert. They were more focused on something else lately, so it helped. As long as she was disguised, she knew they wouldn’t touch her. The same went for the other citizens, but not everyone had the same luck.

As she was passing by the city’s local park, she could hear the jeering of others and naturally, she couldn’t help but turn her attention to it.

“What the hell is that?” some kid mumbled to another.

There was another one, about her age tossing stones at something, a big bird? She had never seen any bird that big before... But, that wasn’t important. How long had those kids been at this?!

“Get lost!” she finally yelled as she ran over to shoo them away. “It hasn’t done anything to you!”

She went to stand between them and the bird and was nearly hit by a rock herself.

“Whatever, let’s go,” one of the kids spoke, motioning to the others.

Once the kids had left, Layla carefully approached the bird. It was already hurt, so not spooking it probably wasn’t going to be the easiest thing.

“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” she said, but it wasn’t like she could be sure it would understand her.

[cromwellharvests-a]

@swordsandfeathers​ said:  She may know a lot about birds, but can she identify this incredibly large hawk? It may be hard to tell, but the bird may be the size of a person, the dark brown feathers of her wings ending in crimson. There's a reflective light by her talons, claws clad in steel as she looks for an easy meal from her perch. Although, she does spot the woman staring. Scarlet shifts her weight, observing the human.

She certainly can’t, which is no doubt why she’s so transfixed. At first, the farmgirl was convinced it had to be a trick of the eyes, some skewed issue of perspective from the distance, but no, this— bird? doesn’t seem like quite the right word— is really that... big. 

There’s no way such a creature is naturally occurring. It must be a chimera, then? Alchemically spliced from... something, surely. but who would have made such a thing and not boasted their feat very publicly? What was it doing out here? So many questions rattle around in her head, but at least, she can manage to parse out an answer for the last. however huge and unusual the bird may be, it still carried itself like the normal sized fowl Easy was better accustomed to, with an unmistakable meaning in it’s hardened gaze. hungry.

Gods be merciful, what was it hunting? Oh no— no. no, it’s fine— she started a bit, a jolt moving through her body when the bird finally returned her gaze, but the slight shift in its stance didn’t convey the ‘aha’ of a raptor finding it’s prey, only a curiosity similar to her own. and for a moment, they’re locked as such; just... observing from both ends. 

what was there to do? what’s the appropriate response in this situation?.. well, when all else fails, politeness never hurts. 

hence why the alchemist slowly raises one hand to wave. at the “bird.” yeah, that’ll do.

[angcrmanagcmcnt-moved]

@swordsandfeathers | s.c

Amestris was usually a busy place; and Dublith was no exception. The lake in the town was what drew many, but what drew Anger was the peace Dublith offered. Yes, it was busy and sometimes loud, but that let her blend in. Nobody would focus on her-she hopes so, at the least. 

Ducking into an alley, she sighed at the relief that the shade brought from the sun. It was hot, like usual, but today seemed especially unbearable. Anger couldn’t help but want to remove her sleeves-though, she had to keep them on if she wanted to hide her tattoo. She didn’t have much of a choice, after all...

Maybe she would just try to tie her hair back up more. It was practically glued to her neck right now...Or maybe she would head to the lake to try and cool off.

[chimaexcubitor-a]

@swordsandfeathers​

“Uh--I don’t--”

Wow. That was supposed to be a joke (well, half-and-half, but regardless), but Sangir taking it seriously isn’t surprising either. 02 scratches the back of his neck and shrugs.

“I don’t. Uh. I don’t know. I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Nice. Nailed it. Nailed it, 02.

[holds-the-universe]

Just want to thank everybody who decided to interact with me this evening, so I just drew everyone lol

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@bloodofthecovenants​

Lmao, art style? Don’t know her.