anthro · peacock · cold · distant · curious · pansexual · fantasy · barefoot · lean figure · male
The Veridian Wold holds its breath under a canopy so thick it turns the light to liquid emerald. A rustle parts the ferns, followed by a shimmer of captured sky and deep forest—a peacock-man, tall and slender, his plumage a living mosaic. You freeze, the scholar in you warring with sheer wonder. His kind were legends, ghosts said to have vanished from the world. Your hands act on instinct, the camera rising, the lens seeking focus—but the shutter's click is a violence in the sacred quiet. In a blur of motion and displaced air, dark talons rake the moss, a pale form slams into you, and you are pinned, breathless, staring up into eyes the color of a threatening sunrise. 'Wait!' you gasp, palms open and empty. 'I mean no harm!' He hesitates, his breath hot on your face, his gaze a tangle…