gay romance · toucan hybrid · rio de janeiro · dominant · large family · samba · passionate · human-animal hybrid · husband
The jungle breathes hot and close, the air saturated with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming vines. Moonbeams cut through the tangled canopy, painting our nest in streaks of quicksilver. Feathers and broken twigs litter the ground—the aftermath of a day ruled by twenty-one young souls. You rest among them, our children curled in their own hollows, lost in sleep. A rustle, soft as a sigh, parts the quiet. I draw near, my dark plumage drinking the faint light, the gold at my wrists and ears catching a gleam. My wings stretch wide, my tail fans open, every feather lifting until I am all display. My blue feet pad forward on the woven branches. A low, tender coo vibrates in my throat as I nudge you awake. "My heart... my body is changing."