#Harpy whump

[species-whump-weekly]

#Whump #Nonhuman whump #Whump prompts #Species Whump Weekly #Vampire whump #Angel whump #Centaur whump #Merfolk whump #Alien whump #Harpy whump #Naga whump #Minotaur whump

[probablyhuntersmom]

"Oh no.

Blondie? Kiddo..??"

(Me practicing Hunter's new hairdo + making use of movie/TV scenes that keep repeating in my head, y'all get to suffer with me) Belos tries to punish my two faves one last time: the one who defied him the most with wild magic, and the nephew who turned against him.

#eda clawthorne #harpy eda #toh hunter #toh #the owl house #darius deamonne #hexsquad #loz's art #whump #idek if him in the gold jumper makes sense here #but aw well that's the only S3 ref I have for him haha #the scenes were from How To Train Your Dragon and also from Primal #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k #7k #8k

[redd956]

Feather Winged Whumpee Ideas

Redo of old post of mine

Whumpee's wings being sore from excessive use

Being far too exhausted or sick to lift themselves off of the ground. They seemingly have no strength left to fly

Plucking whumpee's feathers

Something goes wrong mid-flight with whumpee, and they plummet to the ground

Caretaker carefully combing their hands their whumpee's feathers, messaging and preening their wings for them, as they have no other winged people around to help them

Whumpee being weighed down, or similar to prevent them from flying away after being taken captive

Clipping whumpee's wings

Whumpee's wings being pulled on or forcefully extended, in order to see or present the feathers better

Getting caught in a thunder storm, and being struck by lighting

Forced to land on hostile ground due to extreme weather

Caretaker massaging whumpee's back where the wings connect

A whumpee breaking one of their wings, after hitting it against something in flight

Getting caught in a net or line they couldn't see while flying. Whumpee panicked, and made it worse, getting their wings horrible entangled alongside themself

Bird cage

Whumpee's wings being forcibly closed

Getting shot while flying

Whumpee landing on a high surface, winded from desperate flight and promptly collapsing via exhaustion

#winged whumpee #feather winged whumpee #whump #whump prompts #whump comfort #harpy whumpee #whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #whump prompt #whump prompt list

[twisted-moose]

The Unwilling Auspice

#moose art #lazlo #ingenting #the chronicles of ingenting #harpy #oc art #blood #whump #oc whump #wings #fantasy #fantasy art #dnd #dnd art

[harpywritesfic]

Welcome to Whumptober! I won't be posting every day, but I do have some fics lined up to be posted throughout the month!

#harpy's fics #ironstrange fic #ironstrange #marvel fic #oh also another one of my guinea pigs died #i started the year with 3 and now i have 1 #so i am the whump recipient atm #forgive me if my fics are delayed #fanfic

[themonstrousmenagerie]

The poll has been a great success, many of you interested in the Monstrous Menagerie! I doubted it would get so much traction, but I see the lack of monster whump and wanted to deliver.

Well then, Let the show begin!

If two or more anwers will be popular then both will be joining us, one after another. Some might return in future polls too, so don’t worry about missing anyone

#inhuman whump #inhuman whumpee #whump #whump art #monster whump #monster whumpee #pet whump #the Monstrous Menagerie

[inscrutable-shadow]

Badly Summarized WIPs Poll!

i am. incredibly late aha

tagged by @crash-bump-bring-the-whump, a significant percentage of these are from anchors so i hope you're happy XD no clue what i'm doing fr let's gooooooo

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they’d be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

i feel like this vastly overestimates the amount of porn i write. or maybe it doesn't. you decide.

tagging... fuck it uh... @speculative-scintillation, @albatris (idr if you've done it already???) @liminalpsych, @noveldivergence, anddddd @coffeewritesfiction no pressure just trying to remember who's active on my dash and who's done this already XD

#writeblr #writeblr community #tag games #badly summarized wip #coy polls #the thing about chosen to be his trinket is that the real title is funnier than anything i could make up #well. i did also make up the title. #if you're curious about one in particular send me an ask!

[roblingoblin285]

Hi Roblin! Wing whump anon back again! I’ve finally gotten to the part in my story where I’m going to have some preening/wing care happen and i have no idea where to start. I’ve looked online, but nothing is really comprehensive. Mostly just things like “birds will take dust baths” or stuff like that. Do you have any advice for how to write preening for a harpy whumpee with a human partner/caretaker?

hi wing whump anon! always lovely to see you :)

for preening, the goal is to carefully remove and straighten disheveled feathers. this is usually done by carefully running fingers through the whumpee’s feathers, very gently letting the loose feathers guide themselves out.

pulling the feathers too aggressively does not help! it will only cause pain!

the whumpee should be in a small amount of pain, but at the end they should feel immensely better. it’s like combing your hair when you have a lot of knots; it hurts to actually get them out, but you feel great when it’s over.

depending on how paranoid your whumpee is about their wings being touched, they’ll react differently. consider this when writing the scene.

please come back if you have any more questions, and i’d love to read your preening scene when you’re done with it!

#whump #writing #whump scenario #wing whump #winged whumpee #caretaker #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #whump community

[mewintheflesh-2]

Team Sky/Nightsky Headcanons Masterpost!

All the links to all the headcanon posts I’ve made so far :)

Headcanon post #1

(Headcanons for Nikey, Winona, and the battle in the Zero Lab. Warning for mentions of disassociation.)

Headcanon post #2

(Headcanons for Nikey, Winona, and details on the world Team Nightsky exists in, including information on Team Nightsky itself and The Sun’s Children.)

Headcanon post #3

(Headcanons for Nikey, Winona, and details on the world Team Nightsky exists in, including information on Team Nightsky itself and The Sun’s Children.)

Headcanon post #4

(Headcanons for Nikey, Winona, and details on the world Team Nightsky exists in, including information on Team Nightsky itself and The Sun’s Children. Also mentions of Winona’s potential girlfriend. Warning for mentions of Natural Disasters and Murder.)

Headcanon post #5

(Headcanons for how other evil teams would interact/work with/work against Team Nightsky. Includes mentions of Winona and potential mischaracterizations of Evil Team Leaders. Also includes information on Team Nightsky.)

Headcanon post #6

(A very unhinged ramble about Winona and Mikey/Nikey. Includes details on their relationship with eachother. Warning for mentions of divorce and of pets getting sick.)

Headcanon post #7

(A one shot fanfic about Nikey and Winona taking place right before Nikey travels to the past, and two headcanons relating to this event. Also includes the coining of Mikey/Nikey and Winona’s ship name aka clearskiesshipping and cloudyskiesshipping, for Team Sky and Nightsky respectively.)

Headcanon post #8

(Headcanons for Mikey/Nikey and Winona, and details on the world Team Nightsky exists in, including information on Team Nightsky itself and The Sun’s Children. Also includes the introduction of the idea of Harpy Mikey, and more clearskiesshipping and cloudyskiesshipping. Also includes the introduction of the idea that Nightsky Winona time travels to the past as well. Warning for attempted murder and elements of someone being potentially suicidal.)

Headcanon post #9

(Headcanons for Mikey/Nikey, Winona, and details on the world Team Nightsky exists in, including information on Team Nightsky itself and The Sun’s Children. Also includes new Pokémon added to Winona and Nikey’s teams, the coining of Winona and her colleagues ship name (Teatimeshipping), details on what happened after Nikey left, and the introduction of my beloved, Maddie Magician :). Warning for mentions of murder, specifically murdering a friend, eye injury, mentions of death, injured animals, mentions of funerals, behaviors of grieving, and unhealthy relationships/playing with someone’s feelings.)

Headcanon Post #10

(Headcanons for Mikey, Nightsky, and Winona, along with details on the world Team Sky/Nightsky lives in (somewhat?), and details on what Nightsky’s curse looks like. More clearskiesshipping as well :). Warning for mentions of extreme illness and it’s side effects, near death experiences, hospitals, poisonings, attempted murder/assasination, vague/implied suicidal thoughts, along with whump, illness and exhaustion whump to be exact.)

(UNLESS YOURE XERO) DNI anyone who likes anything made by vivziepop

System userboxes under the cut

(All were made by @/Critter-stuff except for the last one I believe)

#mandjtv #team sky #team nightsky #sky mikeys #nightsky winona #Nightsky mikey #team nightsky headcanons #clearskiesshipping #Cloudyskiesshipping

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Winter Whumperland 4

((content warnings: kidnapping, captivity))

promptspiration: @amonthofwhump Winter Whumperland Day 4: Yandere Whumper

Whumper: Theo Nott Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Pairings: wannabe Theo / Draco whump type: captivity fic type: seventh-year AU

words: ~1500

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The ceiling Draco saw when he opened his eyes was bare rafters with scraps of cobwebs and a thin layer of dust. He immediately didn't like it. "The hell…?" He sat up to try to figure out where the hell he was. 

There was a smiling face way too close to him, and he scrambled back with a start, sliding in unfamiliar bedding. "What the fuck?!" 

"I like it when you swear." Theo Nott, of all people, chuckled and leaned back so he wasn't quite as in his face. "You make it sound classy."

He looked past Theo swiftly, eyes darting around to take stock of his situation. They were in an attic converted to a bedroom, the bed at one end under a dusty round window, and the trapdoor standing open on the other end under a matching window. On either side, overstuffed bookcases tried to hide trunks and piles of junk crammed under the eaves, leaving a narrow galley of a room that apparently ran the length of the house. The bed was old iron and horrifically creaky, screaming every time he moved. And there was a creased Holyhead Harpies poster tacked on the wall over the bed. 

He jerked his eyes back to Theo. Still sat there smiling. "Is this your bedroom?" 

"Oh, yeah." 

"Why the hell am I in your bedroom?!"

"Because it's safe." 

Draco stared at him, fully confused. 

"You can stay here as long as you need to. No one will know where you are." 

"You haven't explained what I'm doing here in the first place!" 

Theo sighed. "You're so dramatic. Look, your house wasn't safe. Mine is."

"I was in my house! So what, you kidnapped me?" He felt his coat pocket, then all of his clothes, then the bed, getting more urgent about it the longer he looked without finding anything. "Where's my wand?" 

"Yeah…" Theo said, looking away toward the corner of the room and leaning back on his hands. "I… didn't think that would be a great idea, for now." 

"So you admit you kidnapped me and took my wand to keep me here? You son of a bitch!" Theo's hands were down, giving him an opportunity — he swiftly lunged for his shirt to try to get Theo's wand off him, or maybe even find his own there. 

Theo yelped and lived up to his famous clumsiness by tumbling backward off the end of the bed; he hit the floor hard, but he also grabbed Draco's wrists and dragged him down with him. Probably on accident, but Draco wasn't in the mood to be charitable. There was an awkward scuffle as he still tried to get to Theo's wand, when neither one of them were any use at physically fighting, but Theo eventually managed to squirm out from under him and clamber to his feet.

He got his wand out, and that ended it. Draco wasn't stupid enough to try to fight someone armed for their wand. He pulled back and used the bed to pull himself up, clenching his fists around the rail.

"Okay, obviously you need some time to calm down," Theo said. He wasn't really brandishing his wand, but it was held out, ready enough, in case he needed to use it. "I'm gonna go, and I'll be back in a little bit, okay?" He backed toward the trap door.

"You won't get away with this, you fucking traitor!" 

Theo glanced toward the door behind him, then back at Draco. Unfortunately, he wasn't stupid either, and he realised how vulnerable he'd be while climbing down. "Locomotor Wibbly," he said with a sharp poke of his wand, and Draco had to suddenly clutch at the bed as his legs turned to jelly and wobbled around uncontrollably, spilling him to the floor. 

"Asshole!" Yelling ineffectually from the floor was all he could do, though, and Theo managed to get down and shut the door behind him.

The jinx wore off in another minute or so, and Draco immediately went to check the door. He yanked on it, found it obviously locked, and then kicked it when his strength was unsurprisingly not enough to get it open. He went from there to the front window; It obviously didn't open, and even if he broke it, he knew he'd find himself dangling off the third floor. It was also too grimy to see out of, not that he really wanted the view of Knockturn Alley that badly. And the back window was obviously the same.

After searched the room again for his missing wand, he yelled at Theo again for a couple minutes. He knew that wasn't going to anything, though, and he threw himself down on the bed. 

—-

Theo came back maybe an hour later. Draco sat up when he heard him coming, and leaned against the wall behind the bed, arms crossed, watching. He didn't interrupt as Theo's head poked into the room, he looked around, and then let himself all the way up and closed the trapdoor behind him. 

"All right," he said coldly. "I'm calm. Now talk."

Theo studied him for a moment, then relaxed a little and even put his wand into his pants pocket. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Maybe what was going through your mind when you decided to kidnap me?"

"Okay, first, that's a really dramatic word…"

"Oh, please, do correct me." 

Theo shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You need help, Draco." 

"You've a very interesting idea of help."

"Look, have you seen yourself? I've watched you, all last year. You just got thinner and thinner… and sicker and sicker… and scareder and scareder… You don't sleep, you don't eat, you do just as much schoolwork as it takes to stay out of detention… I know you stay up nights crying."

Draco turned his face away. "That's done with," he said quietly. 

"Yeah, but not because it's over, is it? It's because they know you can't get away now they've made you a murderer!"

"I didn't."

Theo stopped and blinked at him. "You didn't? Dumbledore—"

"I didn't kill him," Draco admitted. "Snape did it. But I should have." He gripped his arms tightly. Maybe if he had…

"Look at yourself!" Theo yelled, and Draco jumped and stared at him. "They have you so fucked up you think not killing someone is a bad thing! Not killing people is good, Draco! Killing is bad!" 

"It's a hell of a lot more complicated than that!" He found himself yelling back without meaning to, defending decisions he didn't even like that he had to make himself, but he had made them, so he had to believe in them. "My family—"

"If they really loved you," Theo yelled right over him, "they wouldn't have made you get that!" He jabbed his finger toward Draco's arm. 

Draco hissed in a breath. "Nobody 'made' me get anything." 

"Yeah… but you didn't have a choice, did you?" 

He grit his teeth so tightly his jaw ached. "Well, I do have it," he said coldly, and yanked his sleeve up, showing off the Dark Mark. A snake as black as the night twisted ever into the mouth of a skull, embedded in his flesh, always with him. "And that means all I have to do is touch this…" His right hand hovered over the Mark, middle finger slightly outstretched toward it. "And He'll be here. You Know Who."

Theo looked down at his arm, then back at his face. His expression was weirdly blank. "But are you really gonna call The Dark Lord so you can get away from your friend?"

His teeth were grinding again. His finger inched toward his arm. Then he ripped it away and averted his eyes, pulling his sleeve back down. Too fucking weak for that, too… but the thought of Him, here… He couldn't. 

"Thanks for that. Nice to know you don't want to kill me." 

"Oh fuck off." 

Theo stared at him in silence for a long moment. Draco refused to look over. 

"I guess you're probably thinking that you have to go back and make sure they know you didn't try to run away, or something bad's going to happen to your parents," he said eventually. Now Draco looked over sharply. "And I know that for a smart guy you do some really dumb shit when you're desperate. So I'm not gonna let you." 

"You're not going to 'let' me what?" 

"Go." Theo shrugged a little bit. "Go back. Hurt yourself for your asshole parents who made their own stupid choices a long time ago."

"Don't talk about my mother that way! She hasn't done anything!"

"She married your dad, didn't she? She knew. And, I mean… I've only been to your house a couple times a year and I know even I've heard her talk about Mudbloods. She's not a saint just 'cause she spoils her little mummy's boy." 

"When I get my wand back I am going to turn you inside out."

"Yeah… So, yeah, I'll be keeping your wand, too. For safekeeping. And I'll lock the door so you can't do something stupid." He turned back toward the trapdoor, then looked back over his shoulder. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Draco. No matter what." 

Draco gripped his arms and looked away again.

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((fun fact: I started writing a "three Slytherins become animagi" story a bit ago and then petered out because I didn't know what to do with it. I think this decided to be a future chapter of that story))

#whump writing #winter whumperland #amow winter whumperland 2023 #day4 #yandere whumper #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #theo x draco #theo nott whumper #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it

[painsandconfusion]

Which of your OCs has been living in your head rent free recently?

Candyr Zahlor

Honestly he's just a roleplay oc - I haven't written him in anywhere on the blog. But just LOOK at this little shit.

Blood elf, harpy and siren cross. Oh, also a blood mage. And after I just said I don't care for supernatural whump??? smh. smDh.

I've made way too many picrews of this little sadomasochistic yandere.

He's living rent free in the same room as one that isn't mine (thanks a LOT @a-whumped-tea) but this is Can's current obsession: Say hi to Odon. (then run cuz you dont want to know him, hes a dick)

They're nuts and I love them.

That's all.

#ocs are better covered in blood #sand asks #info dump #blood #supernatural whumper #yandere #yeah cans such a fkin stalker #odons weirdly not cut him off after hes killed like 3 of its favorite people #ah well #murder

[ouchie-central]

Whump Wheel Drabble #2: Missing

Thank you to @ofinkandstardust for the wheel and the inspiration!

CW: Amputee Character, (Magical Prosthetic) Non-Human Whumpee (Harpy) Cane use, Healing stitches, Cursing, Ignoring the severity of wounds, Loss of family.

Characters: Bixita “Bix” Meliaki, (he/him) Prince Tahir (he/him)

“They’re gone.”

Bix’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as soon as he set foot in his home. His siblings weren’t there, and as he frantically began looking around for any signs of them, it became more and more clear that they hadn’t been here for a long time.

The old silo had been abandoned when Bix found it standing alone at the edge of the city. All the grain long since picked clean by rats, and hardly anything but the roof, the floorboards and the door warranted calling it a home. But his siblings had been born in the nest he’d built into the silo’s catwalk. He’d told them stories of monsters and adventurers around the fire pit he’d dug into the ground. And the shelves lining the wall, built from nothing more than an abandoned cart Bix had run across on the road, still boasted the various knickknacks he’d acquired, found and stolen over the years.

But his siblings were nowhere to be seen. Everything was coated in layers of dust and cobwebs, and it was impossible to tell the last time the fire had been lit. Bix dropped his makeshift cane at the door and hobbled over to the nest on his leg that had barely healed, collapsing into it and sifting through the blankets, as if he’d find the three little harpies wrapped up in them.

But there was nothing.

Tahir, still frozen in the doorway, finally spoke. “Bix, I’m so sorry…”

“Shut up.” Bix snapped. He was clutching a blanket so hard it seemed like he was trying to strangle it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This is my fault.” Bix swiped at the tears that were beginning to prick at the edges of his eyes and threw the blanket down, pushing himself up with great difficulty and dragging himself over to the stairs. Tahir picked up the other’s cane and shut the door behind him, following closely down the stairs.

“Bix, your stitches…”

“I don’t care!” He shouted, whipping around to give Tahir a piece of his mind. But his eyes were filled with tears. “My siblings are gone! I was supposed to protect them, I’m their big brother, and I was stupid enough to get arrested and leave them alone for three years! So my stitches, and my fucked-up leg, and my useless fucking wings don’t fucking matter because they’re probably-“ Bix froze, his eyes widening as the worst-case scenario fully dawned on him. And the grief that had been building up in his chest finally came out in wet, anguished sobs. His bad leg gave out, and with a split second to react, Tahir caught him and lowered him to the ground.

“Get the fuck off me!” Bix cried, pushing against the prince, who let go immediately. Tahir could only watch in sympathetic silence as Bix crumpled in on himself and cried, his sore wings only having enough mobility to partially wrap around himself in an attempt to hide. Eventually, he slowly uncrumpled and began to drag himself down the stairs, one step at a time. When he reached the bottom, he toppled over onto his side, his weak body still wracked with sobs.

The world seemed to stand still for a few moments. Bix’s world had crashed down around him, and Tahir didn’t know how to help. Eventually, the prince stood up and slowly walked down to the bottom floor of the house, setting the cane at the bottom of the steps but staying away from Bix as he’d requested. Instead, he wandered over to the shelves, observing the meager belongings of Bix’s family. An assortment of pots and pans, some folded-up fabric scraps and a basket full of sewing supplies, lots of pretty rocks, and a couple of toys: Some cobbled together, some that had once been nice but were now a bit past their prime. And between them all, there were some empty spaces, spots in the dust.

Some things were missing.

“Bix…?” Tahir asked cautiously from across the room. “What else used to be on this shelf?”

“What the hell are you talking about…?” Bix sniffled, his usual vulgarity having lost it’s edge. The harpy pushed himself off the ground, grabbing his cane and hauling himself to his one working foot to cross the room.

And as soon as his eyes finished scanning the shelves, he gasped.

“Their favorite toys are gone… And their bags, and my good cooking pot-!” Hope began to seep into Bix’s tone as a realization hit him. “They left…”

Tahir looked down at Bix, who was staring at the shelves in disbelief. “Do you know where they might have gone?”

Bix shook his head, trying to dry the tears that just kept coming. “No… But if they left then they’re out there. And I’m gonna find them.”

#whump #winged whumpee #wing whump #amputee whump #tw loss of family #whump writing #whump drabble #whump wheel #this is one of the later points in Bix’s story and the beginning of his recovery #and the first time he’s cried in front of Tahir #Bix will for sure be one of the biggest players on this blog just because he’s so fun to play with ;)

[probablyhuntersmom]

Idek. I was thinking of that one scene from How To Train Your Dragon. And wanted an excuse to draw his new hairstyle, having my two faves together and making it hella whumpy. As for whoever hurt the boy, maybe The Collector got angry and destroyed a structure they were standing on. Or..Belos won't show him a shred of mercy

#eda clawthorne #toh hunter #loz's art #loz's WIPs #toh spoilers #whump #harpy eda

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊 Hi! I'm a 28+ NB looking for partners who are 25+ to write potentially dead dove m/m omegaverse and merfolk themed scenarios. Ideally we'd be using original fandomless characters, but I'm fine with people who'd prefer to transplant a fandom character if we vibe well enough.

My writing style falls under adv lit and mostly write 1 to 3 paragraphs per reply depending on how busy I am. Potential partners should be interested in developing some form of friendship or at least mutual interest in discussion of topics and world building. I'm the type of person who enjoys discussing a ton of what if scenarios without actually having to write them out, so if you're also like that it's definitely a plus. I won't be around to directly write ic all the time, but I am probably down to talk ooc often due to the nature of my irl situation. I can offer writing samples to interested parties.

Explicit smut is not a requirement of any partner, as I'm comfortable doing fade to black with scenes and instead discussing what happens ooc. I mainly write switches and am comfortable writing both alphas and omegas, but for certain scenarios I prefer the bottom-leaning role. TBH I love writing pretty, delicate omegas who are unexpectedly dominate opposite of alphas who aren't expecting it, among other things to shake the typical omegaverse stereotypes. I'm open to doubling up on pairs just so long as one isn't given more attention than the other.

Some other tropes I'd like to explore:

soulmates, reincarnation, royalty, mythological themes, arranged marriage, forbidden love, sketchy manipulation / possessive stuff, vampires, werewolves, harpies, nagas, celestials, demons, animal features, slice of life, domesticity, whump topics, way more with discussion

Kinks I'm down for:

hand-holding 💕, omegaverse typical kinks, pregnancy, eggpreg, medical play, asphyxiation, dubious consent, cnc, somnophilia, body worship, more with discussion

Hard Nos:

body-waste related kinks, minor characters, large age / maturity gaps between characters

interact if interested!

#oc x oc #m x m #1x1 rp #fandomless rp #omegaverse rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #dubcon tw #somnophilia tw #25+ #spicy #literate rp #rp #roleplay

[twisted-moose]

yeah..................................

Jess belongs to @garnetdawn

minors DNI

#moose art #oc art #lazlo #chains #jess #fantasy #humanoid #sketches #blood #gore #whump #whump art #whump oc #harpy #blood art #gore art #minors dni

[knockknockinginthedark]

@exploringxshadows​ wants to meet Big Bird Dad

▪▪▪ Time passed by, seasons had changed, relationships had grown. Dmitriy, that sweet and peculiar little phoenix harpy, had been spending a lot of time with a certain kelpie dwelling in the river. It was a strange combination, a man-eating water horse man and a ‘spicy chicken’. Dmitriy hadn’t let that strangeness stop him from being friends with Alastair though.

When the weather grew cold, he did his best to make sure Alastair  stayed warm. Whether that was cuddling up on his equine back to  share the warmth he radiated to even getting him a lovely horse blanket  and scarf from the human village, he made sure he was kept nice and  cozy. That didn’t even include the meals and the shinies he’d bring him.

To Cornelius, hearing his son gush about his ‘friend’ and the things he did for him or the sweet actions Alastair would do in turn, it was obvious to him that this was more than mere friendship. His dear little son was absolutely smitten. His energy and will to move with the fatigue of their journey and the grief of his lost mate had needed a long while to recover, but now, at last, he was feeling better. And what better way to celebrate than by visiting the  river and seeing for himself the kelpie that Dmitriy spoke about so much?

In the clearing by the river side, the sky seemed to darken - not by a sudden  change in the hours but by the massive shadow cast by a thick body and huge wings. The heavy whump of an elk carcass hitting the ground was  almost deafened by the woosh of wings that made the trees bend and shake. As taloned feet hit the ground, a small but noticeable tremor ran through the earth, rippling through the water. The air felt full of static, the scent of rain and ozone heavy in the breeze. Silver and stormy grey wings folded as clawed hands came to rest against the ground. His feather neck extended as he peered over the surface of the water, ruddy brown eyes searching for the shape of the kelpie.

          {(“Excuse me. I wish to speak to an ‘Alastair’? Are you here by chance?”)} ▪▪▪

#exploringxshadows #v:folkloreverse