What one might find would be perhaps the oddest hawk in any universe. Not just an imperial hawk, but an actual hawk. Feathers and all. Small. But still... hawk.
Of course her wings were too small to ever carry her in flight. And not only were they too small, but they were also covered in some sort of odd markings that blurred like writing when looked at too closely. Her feathers were shining soft gold, except where they were the various coulours of blood and human bruising. They were also an akimbo mess. Her eyes were very human looking eyes, plain brown. There was an odd marking on one clawed foot. On the foot that wasn't bound with jesses.
"What the actual happinesses?!" the hawk asked. Then jumped as if startled. "Happinesses. Ocean wall it what the happiness is... why the happiness can't I say...." a small scream of frustration erupted from the bird. She tried what sounded like a different language. From the tone, same problem. Another language and this one... it sounded weird to hear what sounded like an angry cat coming from the beak of a bird. She went through a few more languages.
"Okay, either this is an ocean walled nightmare or I am actually in on of the happinesses. NOT HAPPY! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS HAPPY OCEAN WALL IT!"
Another frustrated noise.
Just wait till she notices her daggers are gone....
The setting around her is an odd mix of worn floor boards, desks piled high with paper, and a night sky with two moons. She froze as the sound of a distant howl filled that odd broken night. Her wings flexed as she reached for...
And so started another spate of attempts to swear. The word Quartermaster was in there, as on of the few intelligible words...
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Kaylin Neya | Elantra | CW: Potentially all | OTA
Date: 10 Sep 2023 12:41 (UTC)Of course her wings were too small to ever carry her in flight. And not only were they too small, but they were also covered in some sort of odd markings that blurred like writing when looked at too closely. Her feathers were shining soft gold, except where they were the various coulours of blood and human bruising. They were also an akimbo mess. Her eyes were very human looking eyes, plain brown. There was an odd marking on one clawed foot. On the foot that wasn't bound with jesses.
"What the actual happinesses?!" the hawk asked. Then jumped as if startled. "Happinesses. Ocean wall it what the happiness is... why the happiness can't I say...." a small scream of frustration erupted from the bird. She tried what sounded like a different language. From the tone, same problem. Another language and this one... it sounded weird to hear what sounded like an angry cat coming from the beak of a bird. She went through a few more languages.
"Okay, either this is an ocean walled nightmare or I am actually in on of the happinesses. NOT HAPPY! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS HAPPY OCEAN WALL IT!"
Another frustrated noise.
Just wait till she notices her daggers are gone....
The setting around her is an odd mix of worn floor boards, desks piled high with paper, and a night sky with two moons. She froze as the sound of a distant howl filled that odd broken night. Her wings flexed as she reached for...
And so started another spate of attempts to swear. The word Quartermaster was in there, as on of the few intelligible words...