Anima Chapter 18
#18 of anima: the bird house second to last chapter
Kapitel 5
Avis saß bereits in der Mensa und verzehrte sein Frühstück, da tauchte Markus auf. Oder wenigstens etwas, von dem er vermutete, dass es Marcus war. Sein Schwanz schleifte hinter ihm über den Boden. Die Arme hingen schlaff an seiner Seiter herunter. Er...
Much Ado About Bluebottles
#1 of much ado about bluebottles the first episode of my webserial featuring anthropomorphic birds. episode one: "hurry up, tr'lia!" lili sang over her shoulder as she hopped through the market's wide aisles.
Breathing Life--Chapter Two
Exh- - - - birds chirped above me. heat pressed against me. sweat filled my nostrils. darkness surrounded me.
Venturing: Impassive Centre
Venturing: Impassive Centre "There is a realm. Beyond our own." Yang explained, darting her eyes as she continued "I am honestly not sure what it is or what we will expect from this realm. But..." she trailed, closing her eyes and her wings folded...
The Guilded Cage, Ch 13
Almost as surprising as the the inclusion of the last deity, a god of the sun priests of the aarakokra, was the actual presence of one such bird folk, a svelte, dainty, white feathered female of the species.
Passing Drills
She was looking down at me again, the taller bird's crest still pricked up in aggression. when i didn't respond, she muttered, "i'll see you tomorrow." i nodded. "see you then." i didn't move as she stepped around behind me.
Clipped Winged Crow
Begging to be let in so many treat him like an angel and, god, hes a beautiful sin i've got a spider in my garden trapping butterflies with iron strings intwining them in his chaotic trap rust sullying their wings i clipped the wings of a bird
Skrex's Stories - 1 -The bird and the dragon
#1 of skrex's stories there was a bird. the bird was out flying, when it realized that there was no moon, nor sun, to guide his way. so aimlessly, the bird flew. as he flew, it started to rain. he flew into a cave to seek shelter.
Venturing: Pararun
I blinked momentarily noticing that the foreign group was a mixture of silver dragons and birds. saying nothing, i threw my right claw towards my pants, snatching my pistol from its holder.
Undeserving - A Poem
Hold closed the eyes Feel the wet crease Feel the new warmth Feel all too much Yet nothing remarkable Not worth reliving Deserve nothing But accept the gift Clutching back Shiver and yearn Remember, remember And wipe clean Fly over...
Legend of the OmeletWings - Chapter 10: Birds
But i'd know the names of every type of bird in the mountains around our village. i think i can recognize some of the birds down here as well.