#wolf men

[trix-master-art]

I missed the Valentine's day event in a discord server, but I was too proud to let this stay as a WIP. That and... I just need to finish art more ffs.

Depicted myself as a sunset colored hamster. I have embraced hamster.

[starry-magimouse-chu]

Watching RTGame play Hi-Fi Rush, I honestly forgot that Roquefort had a wolf form. I fucking love wolf men (wolves that are men, not men that are wolves, there a difference).

What I’m trying to say is that I wish I were Chai in this screenshot

[maverick-werewolf]

Werewolf Promo! Figure, book, and more

Independent and struggling creator/scholar and werewolf lady here with a werewolf-themed promo including real, physical rewards you can touch, handmade with love and care! And they’ll be all yours! Because the world can never have enough werewolf things.

From now through November 12, if you sign up for my Patreon at the $50 Nightlord tier or higher, you will get a package of goodies that includes lots of great stuff!

Physical, signed paperback copy of the short story collection Tales of Wulfgard, Volume I, updated and revised for 2022! Includes 2 werewolf stories!

Exclusive custom LEGO minifig of wolf-man Chrisanthos, as seen in “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” in Tales

A handwritten thank you card

Wulfgard art stickers (including some werewolves!)

A Wulfgard bookmark

Even if you don’t sign up at the $50 tier, here are things you can get at other tiers, including as low as the $1 a month tier!

Participate in polls to decide the next Werewolf Fact and Vampire Fact!, access to writing and artwork journals (all starts at $1)

Monthly previews of folklore books (includes werewolf studies), novels, and short stories several years before publication (starts at $5)

Special thanks in all my future works (starts at $10)

Send me your research questions on folklore and more (starts at $10)

And much more; be sure to check out the tiers on Patreon, including secondary tiers of all price ranges featuring my stranger writing I don’t post elsewhere!

Click here to check out my Patreon; sign up for a $50+ tier to receive this exclusive reward package!

I hope you’ll check out my work and maybe consider supporting me - I deeply appreciate all the support I can get, and I’d love to send you some werewolf goodies! If you can’t support, all signal boosts appreciated! Thank you so much for reading!

(More info on myself, my work, the rewards, some disclaimers, etc below.)

This year, my Patreon reward minifig is Wolf-Man Chrisanthos, a farmboy born a mage with power over frost who had an unfortunate run-in with a werewolf, as seen in “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing,” a short story featured in Tales of Wulfgard, Vol I.

REMINDER: This offer ENDS November 12! If you do not sign up at any point now until then, you will not be eligible for these rewards!

Expect more wolf-man minifigs to collect in the future, in a variety of colors, including the black-furred bestial werewolf form Tom minifig coming soon for patrons! If you sign up now, you’ll already be a patron when the next minifig is sent out (not all minifigs have promo alerts like this one)!

Check out my About Me page if you’re still not sure who the heck I am!

Not sure what Wulfgard is?

Discover a new world, a land of monsters and magic, of werewolves, shape-shifters, and beast-men, of danger and deceit - a world where all legends are true, where every myth is real and every fight could be your last, where darkness lurks in every corner… a world where only the bravest of heroes rise to answer the call of battle - and to the call of the hunt.

Discover the world of Wulfgard: the ancient-medieval dark fantasy universe where all legends are true, and terrifying werewolves howl in the night.

For more information on Wulfgard, be sure to visit the official Wulfgard site, and don’t forget to come hang out with us on the official Wulfgard and Nova Refuge discord!

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS:

All current patrons at $50 or higher (Nightlord and Apex Predator tiers, Lunatic and otherwise) will receive this package.

All new patrons at $50 or higher will receive this package regardless of how long they stay a patron. If you pay the $50 once, you will receive this package, even if you immediately lower or even cancel your pledge.

Tales of Wulfgard: Volume I has been revised and updated, including an all new and fully rewritten and improved edition of “Hunted,” Caiden’s Tale, now in line with The Hunt Never Ends and over twice its original length!

My Patreon renews subscriptions at the start of each month. This means you will be charged for your subscription every start of a new month regardless of when you paid for your first sub fee. If you were to subscribe mid November, for instance, you WILL be charged again December 1. Keep this in mind if it is of concern to you!

Reward packages will be sent out late November or early December. I will keep everyone posted as to when they will be sent. Please note the cover art for Tales as seen in the promo image may not look exactly the same, as the new and improved edition of the book is not yet finalized; the image is of the book’s previous edition.

Please send me a message on Patreon, email me, contact me via Twitter DMs or other social media (NOTE: I do not check Facebook regularly!), or contact me through my personal blog here on Tumblr if you have any concerns or questions!

I hope you’ll consider becoming a part of my Patreon pack!

Happy November!

[my-gray-mane]

Being approachable?

there are some wolf men in my area and i want to interact with them and become their friends, i believe there is a lot i can learn from them.

only problem is they are hesitant to come near me, i encountered one in the woods once but it was out of view and a time after than one of them followed me home cause i saw it very briefly in my garden.

i want to know if there is a way to make myself more approachable to them, like using a spell or a specific scent or something that would help ease their nerves so they will come near me.

 understand that they are a very cautious people and want to protect themselves but i truly feel as though i’m meant to meet them.

any help would be much appreciated, be it helping me devise a spell for this or just letting me know useful information that would help me get closer

[littlelostbluejay]

Puppy Blues

*I posted this piece as a drabble months ago, but I somewhat revised it as a oneshot. This is part of my collection of oneshots for my muses as part of their official story*

Oneshot summary: Lucas is bemused by his restless thoughts while walking about his neighborhood way past midnight, and unexpectedly stumbles upon a dilemma that leaves him stuck in a bind.

Lucas Face Claim: Luke James

Rating: PG- 13

A cool breeze whisked pass the form of a preoccupied wolf who strolled through the neighborhood, hushed footsteps of his adidas slides walking with an air of silent mediation along the concrete pavement, clad in nothing but a thin, white wife beater that tightly hugged his torso, and down below were black sweatpants where both hands nestled themselves comfortably inside the small space of his pants pockets. The posture he bore was almost downcast, showcases a weary demeanor unusual to observe from a man who always – as far as the public eye and associates was concerned - suffuse merriment in every waking hour, but now a dispirited essence had interweaved through his psyche that constantly claws at his beastly spirit. Lucas’s head stayed low, inky eyes flitting back and forth between the dirty ground and up ahead to find no people within vicinity of him, but his normally sharp and ever sensitive ears drained out whirring engines from vehicles that roamed the shadowed streets, a few which drove in passing with the radio blaring out music through lowered windows, surprisingly doesn’t evoke a response of curiosity within him to wonder which artist sung a particular song.

The sun had hours ago dipped below the horizon, in its place where the glowing orb once hung on a higher plane, a full moon had arisen from another long journey with purpose to pursue the invisible trail of the bright star, illuminating this corner of the earth with its cool, lambency luster only wolves of the night sung praises to in high regard for Luna’s gentle presence when her light graced their earthy land. But artificial lights consumed areas of a large city that partially obstructs the good brilliance of the moons natural luminosity from full exposure, and stars above whose faraway light declares evidence of its uncharted heavenly existence, forever dangles suspended within the infinite dark reaches of the cosmos, their ethereal quality but an unjust stroke of contrast against the manufactured radiance fainting out the visible celestial bodies that seems to disappear from view, as if the darkness in space swallowed them whole. But traces of weak twinkles, however, could faintly be seen from a distance when Lucas, always an inquisitive soul, focused his sights up above for a brief moment to take in their holiness.

The stars were beautiful, he believed, a long breath audibly exhales at the feel of the omnipotent energy of the moon absorb into the earthy brown pores of his skin from its light he basks in. ‘Gorgeous.’ The thought echo’s in his mind, though the lit city of New York tries to suffocate their grandeur magnificence.

Lucas had decided to take a midnight stroll in what he considered his territory, he couldn’t yield to the dark embrace of sleep due to restless thoughts about his future that swarmed his mind while lying in the comforts of bed, but it seemed like those thoughts had followed and latched onto his shadow that couldn’t be shaken. A series of reflections consumed his thinking during that time and now, many of which left him wondering about how long he’d be alone without a mate; he wasn’t getting much younger – not that he had to worry about that due to his slow aging- the natural instinct to find a mate, pass on his seed, and bear pups of his own to carry on his dire wolf legacy was a desire his species around his age group undergone. But the time when these sexual urges came upon them depended on each individual when testosterone hormones levels shot through the roof, particularly when sexual maturity was in full blossom that was often witnessed in males.

A tired hand emerges from his pocket to rub down the length of his face, scruffy strands of his beard compressed against his palm once he reached his chin as eyes shut momentarily to escape the physical world before him, allows his imaginations to wander off in a different direction. Visions of people crossed his mind, disoriented faces of females he knew or saw on the regular basis that could be a potential suitor of his attentions and admiration, woman he’s seen at the club he performs at every week, including familiar faces that stops by to listen to him sing as well as play instruments on the street. Some were lovely, easy on the eyes to gaze upon while others had a visage only a mother could love, he’ll admit. But his nose wrinkles in displeasure, unfortunately, as he shakes his head for who all sprung up inside his mind because many weren’t to his liking. Even the ones who expressed interest in him at the club, sometimes overstepping boundaries of personal space to force his attention on them was an annoyance than seen as attractive.

Just because he was desperate for a mate didn’t mean he’d go sniff anyone’s behind who lifted their tail in his direction.

In aggravation does his jaw shift as it becomes tensed under pressure when teeth grind together, hand shoving its way back roughly into his pocket, inwardly frustrated that not a person he knew was well suited to be his mate who wouldn’t have an issue with his wolf secret. An itch of impatience had begun to surface after years of waiting and searching. There was, however, a vision of a girl who floated across the landscape of his mental fancy, one Lucas had seen from afar while engaged in street performances recently. Her sudden arrival prompts the beat of his heart to palpitate for a split second, strong enough to stop him in his tracks as if he had an epiphany on the sidewalk as she stood transfixed in his mind.

Lucas was a stranger to her name, had yet to interact with her because every time he finished a musical session he’ll glimpse in the direction of where she usually sat on a bench while watching his band perform, only to see the seat empty, leaves the block without a simple hello unlike other pedestrians who would offer words of praise for his skills. But the week after she seemed to make it a priority to watch him and his band play again. His head tilts at an angle to the right, full lips pursed as he ponders over unknown reasons why she never introduced herself to him. ‘Is she shy?’ he mused thoughtfully with a blink of his eyes, stare set on nothing but the vacant space of the clear night sky.

Either way, the young woman who wore a head full of curls and snuck shy glances might have piqued his interest; maybe his wolf spirit saw something in her he did not realize on the physical plane by only a few playful, flirty stares he shot towards her way. And even so, until then, he needed a distraction to keep these restless thoughts at bay.

A deep breath fills his lungs before a dreary sigh left his lips, and with his head now somewhat clear, curious eyes takes this moment to observe his modern environment. On his right is where a dimly-lit parking lot met his view from his place on the sidewalk, the lanes empty of cars a clear indicator that the thrift shop behind him was closed like the many other stores he passed by. And his supernatural cognizant increases when sensitive ears become mindful to the voices of people in range across the street, reminds him that life still flourished in this quiet portion of the district he lived in, a few silent cars continuing their prowl on the road as wheels only decreases speed to a halt, yielding before the red traffic light up ahead.

“I guess s’time head on back.” Words fell between Lucas’s lips like a murmur as he scratched the back of his neck, speaking aloud to no one as he mulled over whether he should follow his steps back to his apartment or continue walking. But while in the process of deciding, feet lead him towards a donation box bin nearby to lean his body against for support, muscles more relaxed than before that once held tension. And just then, a small squeak breaks through his consciousness, and ears perks to full attention as his head swivel in different directions to locate the source of the sound. He envisions the culprit to be a rodent, but when he hears the same squeak morph into a whimper he realizes that option was out of the question, prompts him to quickly stand to his full height to search for the tiny sound.

Again, it penetrates his ears on repeat like a broken record player, and he circles around to stare at the bin he was resting on seconds ago, perceives the noises that mimics weak cries and low whimpers to originate from the interior of the medium size container. “The hell? Is that a dog?” A thick dark brow arched considerably high as he questioned himself with an expression of pure bewilderment, although, utterly taken aback as the belief sunk into his mind that the mystery creature was a canine who was dumped into a metal donation box, one created specifically for people to contribute clothes and footwear, as a white poster plastered on the bin claims in printed writing. The beat of his heart escalates where adrenaline pumps through his veins as he drew close to the container, an anxious hand pulling down on the small door latch that opens horizontally for clothes to fit through, which leaves him unable to peer down into the small space. And the sudden movement causes the animal to intensify its voice with squeaky cries of help that echoes inside, evokes a new resolve within Lucas to free the dog himself.

“Don’ worry youngling, I’ll get ya outta there.” He mumbled to himself, anger steadily boiling in his gut that someone was foolish enough to abandon an animal in the most ridiculous ways imaginable. Lucas looks for the true opening, and in no time does he find a padlock keeping the door shut. In his large palm he examines the metallic object, sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he acknowledges a key is required, and grips, tugs on the lock loosely to test its durability. Sensible paranoia compels him to take a quick glimpse around the surrounding area to ascertain nobody was watching this occurrence unfold; he waits for a car to drive by, and once he’s assured he was alone, one hand rests atop the bin while the other clutches the padlock, and teeth grits tight as the strong muscles in his bicep bulges when he jerks hard on the body of it. A loud clink met his ears in an instant when the loop-shaped shackle unlatches forcibly from the locking mechanism inside the metal body, breaking internal components that once held it secure.

The lock now broken in his grasp, he tosses it aside onto the pavement without a second glance before prying the door wide open, unprepared to see a multitude of old clothes and shoes pour out onto the ground at his feet, including some plastic bags filled with garments. Keen eyesight detects movement immediately as he notices a tiny bump shuffling underneath the apparel, and knees touch the ground once he crouched down while frantic hands unravel the animal wrapped amongst the garb. To his surprise, a mere puppy is revealed, one small in stature with eyes sealed closed whom limbs were fragile as a newborn, its face scrunched up that evidently showcases distress as the pup wiggles in vain while whimpering. Unspoken shock is conveyed in the way onyx eyes grew wide as Lucas took in the pitiful sight before him, causes his heart to plummet as he reaches both hands downward to pick it up, mouth parted open at the feel of its tiny body that dwarfs in comparison to the size of his palm.

In the beginning, Lucas was aware the animal was a domesticated dog, but the possibility never dawn upon him that it could be a newborn puppy, judging by the weight and size he concludes it was no older than one or two weeks old. And the reality of it shook him to his core to the point where breath was swept out of his lungs as he observes the little creature squirm in his tender hold, tiny jowl opens and close as it continues expressing its lament through whiny cries. But after a moment, the pup grows quiet, but a relief of breath was released when the young pup nuzzles its red nose into his palm, his heart softening as he feels its warm tongue brush said palm as it licks him, as if it recognized the warmth of another soul, sensing it was no longer alone. Lucas takes this calm moment to adjust the pup in his hold and lift it up above his head to check its gender, realizing it to be a female, and gives a quick whiff of her scent drifts up his nostrils when he drew her close to his face to become accustomed to her smell. He summarizes she belonged to the lines of the Pitbull family, her coat a beautiful light fawn adorned with white markings.

“Aye now, who did this t’ya, huh?” Soft, gentle words were cooed beside her ear, hoping his voice would sustain her stilled demeanor as he pets the light brown fur of her spine. A kind grin dances about plump lips that quirks up subtle at a corner, peers down at her in silent fascination as he watches her offer a cute mewl while her body reacts to his touch, seemingly at peace by the strokes he administers. The tender moment is short-lived, though, as he sees her jaw open to utter another cry, causes his eyebrows to curl up with a look of newfound worry. “Hey shhhh…its alright kid.” He shushes her in the manner of a whisper. It suddenly occurs to Lucas that she was probably starving, and by the look of her pintsized frame, appeared to still be in the stage of suckling her mother’s milk. The thought slapped Lucas in the face; where in the world was he going to find milk at this late hour?! The only place he could think of buying formula was from the nearby pet shop, but at this time past midnight it was no doubt closed for the night.

This fresh piece of actualization impels lips to press together, forms a fine line, eyes screwing shut as that familiar surge of indignation ran hot through him, muscles trembling from tension that frustration inspired as the unfortunate authenticity of this situation he involved oneself without hesitation crashes down onto him like a tidal wave, humbly acknowledges how time would dictate when the soul of this creature is to be ensnared by the touch of death. “Dammit.” He swore under his breath, aware a pup her age would die soon if milk wasn’t available; these early stages in her life were crucial where nourishment was the fundamental key to her survival – that being for any newborn brought into this world. Her back is engulfed by his hands when Lucas kindly presses her small form against his chest for a comforting embrace, a throbbing ache residing in the cage of his ribs that travels upward to the walls of his throat as he feels a stroke of hopelessness sink in. There was little he could do to prolong her life…any realist would believe…but as an optimist…he wouldn’t…couldn’t surrender to this tragic fate set out for her.

Lucas wouldn’t allow it. All creatures deserved a chance at life.

Despite the bestial impulses his wolf nature evokes, Lucas had always gravitated toward the less fortunate, extended mercy and care upon those incapacitated who were in dire need of aid he generously renders service; it undermines the classification that unjustly labels all werewolves as beasts who prey on the weak, and to possess this virtuous mindset could be regarded as peculiar in the eyes of modern wolves of this time in age.

But as a new goal flashes within his mind-eye, he rises to his feet as he kept her against his bosom, and without time to waste he whirls around to journey back from whence he came, legs execute long strides across the pavement as he strode back to his apartment in a rush, leaving the busted donation box wide open and accessible clothing now vulnerable to theft in his haste. Unexpected, long-term responsibilities to come regarding the care of a puppy weren’t considered in a senseless state of mind, patience was not on his side to excogitate the way he’d like, but motivated with gracious intentions to deliver her to salvation anyway possible was fueled by a paternal instinct he longed to indulge in – an instinctive motive to nurture this helpless pup who would be dependent on him.

All in all, this case was a distraction she’ll provide as a means to suppress the burning desire to establish a pack of his own…temporarily.

[maverick-werewolf]

NEW Promo Offer - Custom Werewolf Figure + Book!

Big news - it’s spooky time! Even bigger news - I am running a werewolf-themed promo with real, physical rewards you can touch, handmade with love and care! And they’ll be all yours!

From October 8 through November 12, if you sign up for my Patreon at the $50 Nightlord tier or higher, you will get a package of goodies that includes lots of great stuff!

Here is what the package includes:

Physical, signed paperback copy of the short story collection Tales of Wulfgard, Volume I, updated and revised for 2022! Includes 2 werewolf stories!

Custom LEGO minifig of wolf-man Chrisanthos, as seen in “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”

A handwritten thank you card

Wulfgard art stickers (including some werewolves!)

A Wulfgard bookmark

Possibly some extra goodies!

This is the biggest promo I’ve run yet, so don’t miss out - once the offer is gone, I won’t be sending this minifig to patrons again!

This year the October minifig is Wolf-Man Chrisanthos, a farmboy born a mage with power over frost who had an unfortunate run-in with a werewolf, as seen in “A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing,” a short story featured in Tales of Wulfgard, Vol I.

Click here to check out my Patreon; sign up for a $50+ tier to receive this reward package!

I hope you’ll check it out and consider supporting me - I deeply appreciate all the support I can get, and I’d love to send you some goodies!

REMINDER: This offer ENDS November 12! If you do not sign up at any point now until then, you will not be eligible for these rewards!

Expect more wolf-man minifigs to collect in the future, in a variety of colors, including the black-furred wolf-man Tom minifig coming soon for patrons! If you sign up now, you’ll already be a patron when the next minifig is sent out (not all minifigs have promo alerts like this one)!

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS:

All current patrons at $50 or higher (Nightlord and Apex Predator tiers, Lunatic and otherwise) will receive this package.

All new patrons at $50 or higher will receive this package regardless of how long they stay a patron. If you pay the $50 once, you will receive this package, even if you immediately lower or even cancel your pledge.

Tales of Wulfgard: Volume I has been revised and updated, including an all new and fully rewritten and improved edition of “Hunted,” Caiden’s Tale, now in line with The Hunt Never Ends and over twice its original length!

My Patreon renews subscriptions at the start of each month. This means you will be charged for your subscription every start of a new month regardless of when you paid for your first sub fee. If you were to subscribe on the last week in October, for instance, you WILL be charged again November 1. Keep this in mind if it is of concern to you!

Reward packages will be sent out late November or early December. I will keep everyone posted as to when they will be sent. Please note the cover art for Tales as seen in the promo image may not look exactly the same, as the new and improved edition of the book is not yet finalized; the image is of the book’s previous edition.

Please send me a message on Patreon, email me, contact me via Twitter DMs or other social media (NOTE: I do not check Facebook regularly!), or contact me through my personal blog here on Tumblr if you have any concerns or questions!

I hope you’ll consider becoming a part of my Patreon pack!

Happy October!

[maverick-werewolf]

Werewolf Fact #49 - The Werewolves of Ossory

Gasp! We’re only one fact away from hitting the big 5-0. Amazing. I even plan to actually answer my ask backlog soon (sorry about that!).

So this week I have a personal favorite story for you. I reference werewolf stories a lot, but I don’t actually tell them in detail very often. Well, it’s high time I went into detail about one other than just Lycaon, which is an important one but definitely not one of my favorites...

Some of this might sound pretty similar to the Arcadians and some of their stories, but here’s a fun twist...

Firstly, this story comes from Topographia Hibernica, written by Giraldus Cambrensis (c. 1146-1223), also called Gerald of Wales. To pull his little bio from page ix of Charlotte F. Otten’s A Lycanthropy Reader...

Welsh cleric, Chaplain to Henry II. He wrote voluminously, filling his histories and travel writing with legends, natural history, and lively anecdotes.

In this story, a monk was going through some woods with a group of fellow travelers. Suddenly, a large wolf appeared and beseeched the monk for help. He spoke well, was humble, and displayed excellent manners.

The monk was, of course, very freaked out, but the wolf asked him to help his companion. The monk follows him back to said companion, who turns out to be a wolf who is sick and, according to many versions, on the verge of death.

The second wolf removes her wolf form (”using his claw as a hand”), and reveals she is an old lady.

The monk is even more freaked out, but the werewolves explain that they are from Ossory, a place where they were turned into wolves as - essentially - a trial, much like in Arcadia. A man and a woman from their land takes the form of a wolf once every seven years. This was supposedly because they were descendants of an Irish warrior, Laignech Fáelad, ancestor of the kings of Ossory. He was the first of his kind to assume the shape of a wolf and go “wolfing,” and his people followed after him. So there are lots of Irish werewolves out there, and the people of Ossory are just one example - and this is only one of their stories.

Anyway, after the monk provides the old lady her last rites, the werewolves thank him, she returns to werewolf form, and the first werewolf says he will watch over the monk and his friends for the duration of the night (again: werewolves as protectors).

In the morning, they are perfectly safe, and the werewolf is still there. He tells them where to go, takes them to the road, and sends them on their way. Giraldus ends the story with a contemplation on, essentially, if people turned into animals and animal-people are intelligent and civilized, does that make them beasts or monsters? His answer is no, it does not, and to kill one would be the same as killing any other person - and that, of course, would be wrong.

There are lots of different versions of the story as a result of translations and other copies and the like, so one you find might be different from another.

Please note, however, that there is a lot of false information flying around about the werewolves of Ossory legends. Be careful what you read and always, always check your sources for good primary material, even if you have to dig through a lot of sources to find the root one! (checking for primary sources is very important, like if you still think the “Wulver” tumblr meme is an actual legend)

So what does this mean, in terms of literary examination? When we have everybody trying to tell us Christians saw werewolves as Satanic?

Well, they didn’t always. In fact, it was pretty frequently that they didn’t - especially before the Early Modern and/or Renaissance period, which is when things really started to change.

There was a valley of difference between witches and their demonic sorcery and other things - and not all witch trials should be treated as “werewolves” if the person in question just happened to turn into a wolf (case in point, Peter Stubbe). It was important to recognize the difference - and that’s a moral of the story: Don’t assume something is evil just by its form.

After all, one can’t be a good person if they would treat someone who turns into a wolf or wolf-man - or who is turned into a wolf or wolf-man - crappy just because they don’t like the way they look. Now can they? And that, of course, is a metaphor for a whole lot of other things.

So be nice to werewolves! They’re people, too, just like the rest of us.

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[pidge-the-witch]

The royal family belonging to @wylde-space check out the beginning chapters of his in progress book Here!

I like the idea that Crows Cloak looks like feathers :3

Aren't their eyes gorgeous?