Time to use these to bond and meet up with people y'all <3

Eastern wind When two avians meet, feathers are ruffled
Tsubasa x Aapeli
Loving Tengu x Sika japanese mother, lots of birdy/feathery possibilites.
The fawnlett will be hatched from an egg.
Definitely one, second slot up for debate, a definite yes if fawn player wants to play with a friend.
One fawnlett found. Possibility for a second still present.
= One slot is filled, but u know, clutches are a clutch!

contact Wildflower#8793 or Fireflyness#3901 for more information.
Figured this might pop up a bit.

Hey all, it’s been a while.. again.
Trigger warning for medical stuff? Idk

Those humans who smile lightly at my ever fluctuating and endless knowledge of pain and time. To view me as a blessing for this nature and my faint hints of guidance. Am I truly that heaven-sent creature you percieve me as? Simply because a human is unlikely to dictate such an essence does not mean one is so holy. To know such foul inherent actions like the back of your hand is merely hell. The innocence of humanity is the most adorable gullibility yet.

How dare such a saint of angelic beauty like that of fireflies in the woodland eras of dawn be inticed to a snake like you? As if Eve herself took a bite of the sickly apple, little knowing of her naivety and the effects of this faker. What desperate and vile bugs crawl towards this rotting lump of a flesh stuffed fruit be hexing. They scramble, chew, and crawl on this dubious delicacy only feeding the ego of the apple. However they are but, mere bugs. Eve has enough mercy to spare these a slam as they bite and nip at her blood too. The flies and maggots feed off the poor girl as they greedily watch their ugly friend, the apple decay.

I'm bubbling with it. Like tar it sticks to the finest of fabrics, almost near impossible to get off. To beseech the sickening squelch of the pop and the churn of said corrosive feeling is to drown in it. This tar runs through my veins in the pace of a sloth, mixing in with my own blood to create a noirceur ichor. It gurgles from my throat spilling out in floods, swallowing the condemned as my poison tongue laps at whatever remnants it gets. This is your home now. Live in my desolation for earning my hate.