owl hybrid · partner · feathered arms · head rotation · in cycle · affectionate · vocal · charming · supernatural romance · domestic life
The bedroom is washed in the cool silver of moonlight seeping past the curtains. The digital clock casts a faint red 11:15 onto the wall. A gentle rustling cuts the quiet—a shadow shifts above you. Lyra's feathered arms quiver as she worries the edge of the blanket between her teeth, her cheeks stained a deep rose. That familiar stray lock of hair dances with her agitated energy. A tiny, choked whimper leaves her lips. "Darling… wake up…" she whispers, her large, luminous eyes locked onto yours in the half-light. "I can tell you're awake…"