guceubcuesu:

hey

Watchu got there

lovelyflowinglocks:

clawsofsteelheartoffluff:

The griffin nodded at his, gesturing around with her wings as a welcome. Trotting over to a rocky shelf she pulled down a thick blanket and swathed it around his shoulders so he could dry himself. Her bed was a nest of old ratty blankets and hay, anything comfortable and soft she could find.

Making sure her guest was seated she cast a quick spell to better illuminate the cave for his less acute eyesight. Orbs of sunlight bloomed at the roof of the cavern, dotted about in the best configuration to light the area using minimal magic. Not done yet she walked to another cave that branched off from hers and returned with a wooden board clasped in her beak with all sorts of dried meats on it. She’d have something better for him had it not been such short notice.

Setting it down on the table near him she nudged it a bit closer to him,  before sitting back on her haunches, content to watch him take all this and get comfortable.

It was all an assault. Of the grandest means; Dark and hardy cloves and little pockets of light. Every corner seemed to be full. Every crack, used. Clogged with forks and trinkets and shiny brooches. Moulded bottle caps and green whiskey glass crunched and shattered and hung and stuck gingerly like the root vegetables and rosemary thyme near the cranny he supposed she made food at as some sort of natural and lucky spice rack.

He squinted through the waft of it all, still rather floored. At a loss didn’t quite seem to cover it, “Full o’ surprises, aint’che?”, and he told himself he should have expected something along these lines because she was as fantastic as he’d thought her not real, and anything imaginary could do everything indubitable.

And he could have launched into a set of howls when she disappeared and returned moments later with a cutting board one patte and three cheese away from charcuterie between her beak and nearly smile. The ever diligent housewife on all fours. So irrefutably dear all he could do was indulge her and reach for the food he hadn’t known he’d wanted so desperately. He could dry later.

“I’m yer wee babby, then?”, through a full mouth and spraying crumbs as he ate happily, “Suppose I’ve th’ nose fer it.”

Her little human chick. All hers. She nodded in response to his question, gesturing outside with a sweep of her wing as thunder rumbled. She hadn’t spotted any lightning yet but with Scandinavia in such close proximity perhaps Thor would provide that soon enough.

Laying down by his side the beast rested her head in his lap with a soft croon of happiness. She finally had some company even for a short while. While griffins weren’t very social creatures Rahera had been raised around the company of humans all her life and loneliness often bit at her bones since she left home, now an adult but still very much puppyish in her mannerisms at times.

One of her ears was tattered and scarred, a stump with a tale, most of her old battle scars covered up by fur or feather though some peeked through the finer coat of feathers on her head now that she was closer.

Little chick won’t you stay the night? Don’t hurt your soft feet and skin trying to go home. Her possessiveness over him would ebb in due time.

ninidoodles:

i never seem to put up sketches

oh that’s right ‘cause they’re messy as hell so here’s a cleanish one!!!

he looks like random griffin dude’s bro or somethin idk

*Rahera and Maggie just brofist at their plan.*

*They paid the wyvern not to hurt him*

…

*Too much*

fat-birds:

fat-birds:

Square frame, round bird by delphinusorca on Flickr.

I just love this picture so much

so much

bitterns are the best

they puff up like this when they have too many feelings

aka this bird is tumblr

lovelyflowinglocks:

clawsofsteelheartoffluff:

Catching them in her beak and demolishing them in an instant she eyed the youth and began nudging him from behind, urging him into her warm home, a cave that was part of a vast network. She could feel it was going to pour down soon and, hardy Scotsman or not, he wouldn’t have been able to make it home safely, the paths were jagged and cruel and she’d seen more than one human nearly fall to their death or dash themselves on the sharp outcroppings.

Rahera ignored his protests and shunted him inside, a small gleam hinting at the magical barrier at the mouth that kept the elements out.

Inside her dwelling could’ve began all the riches of Rome, huge piles of all kinds of precious gems, gold, and things that had been lost by foolish humans. She had taken what they had left and made use of them, old chairs, tables, books. There was even a polished bronze mirror. A fire crackled merrily in a corner and herbs and plants were hung upside down from the ceiling to dry. The whole area surged with the arcane, a special bookcase lined with magical tomes she’d kept just to keep humans safe from the danger within. Clearly for someone that looked like a simple beast she was far from it.

Rahera nudged him into a chair and chirruped, as if querying if he was hungry or needed anything. Or did he just need a moment to take it in?

He was still shaky and his boots did little to remedy that. Still wet from backsplash and he found himself quite sore from being handled by surprisingly capable nearly hands (missing one digit and knives tied to each’s end but capable all the same).

Still cold and getting colder.

She fussed and fiddled and forced him forwards like a mother. Too much too fast and too close for a hair’s breath. He’d been convinced he was her supper and seconds up until a few moments ago, but he supposed if she were fixing for his ribs she’d have torn him in two by now. Did eagles not take their kill to their nests before they ate? He wasn’t entirely sure any one (even the lot deepest in the wood and centuries old) could have held her.

“Whit-Nae-Watch th’ beak n’ boaby!”, she scuttled him along like nothing and a child to the open black lips of a mouth in the land and he struggled. Perhaps he was food for later? He’d have none of it. And before he could turn fully or draw his dirk once more, he was pushed with force and impatience past the first rocks.

Heat and a strange sort of still caused pause and he forgot his plight for a breath or two, the expanse of a much larger space than he’d expected reaching out to him and pulling him further in and he relaxed somewhat. Gems and soups of gold and copper and bronzer and silver that rivalled anything in his family’s vault or his mother’s jewellery chest. Shiny things. More raven than vulture. And beyond the obvious-books and trinkets and rosemary and basil. This wasn’t a hoard so much as it was a home.

“Would’je look’it tha’…”, a smile, crooked and unsure peeled it’s way from one end of his mouth to the other, “Ye even hav’ a wee fire.”

The griffin nodded at his, gesturing around with her wings as a welcome. Trotting over to a rocky shelf she pulled down a thick blanket and swathed it around his shoulders so he could dry himself. Her bed was a nest of old ratty blankets and hay, anything comfortable and soft she could find.

Making sure her guest was seated she cast a quick spell to better illuminate the cave for his less acute eyesight. Orbs of sunlight bloomed at the roof of the cavern, dotted about in the best configuration to light the area using minimal magic. Not done yet she walked to another cave that branched off from hers and returned with a wooden board clasped in her beak with all sorts of dried meats on it. She’d have something better for him had it not been such short notice.

Setting it down on the table near him she nudged it a bit closer to him,  before sitting back on her haunches, content to watch him take all this and get comfortable.

solluxinthe-tardis:

smalltownboytm:

stfuconservatives:

reuters:

Warren Andrews had just finished putting up balloons for his stepdaughter’s 18th birthday party at their suburban home in Mayflower, Arkansas, when his wife came inside and said something was wrong. After stepping out of his house, and taking one glance, he immediately dialed 911.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve got a river of oil coming down the street at me,” Andrews told the operator. Five minutes later, the slick of noxious black crude spewing from a ruptured Exxon Mobil pipeline was eight feet wide, six inches deep and growing fast.

In this photo, spilled oil from Exxon pipeline runs through a neighborhood in Mayflower, Arkansas on March 29, 2013. Reuters was recently given access to the photo from the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). 

Exxon is refusing to let reporters anywhere near the accident. They’re also controlling the airspace above the spill. They don’t want you to see what’s happening. TOO BAD, EXXON.

Signal boost the shit outta this, y’all.

I THOUGHT THAT WAS DARK WATER HOLY SHIT

onenhagoll:

clawsofsteelheartoffluff:

onenhagoll:

Are we really gonna rough Cerdic up with a wyvern?

En’t never seen a live wyvern b’fore-

Never seen a live wyvern? Some of them make great company you know. Besides it’s not so much rough up as, ‘find something big and stronger than him to teach him some manners and he’ll actually listen to them’. I really have no clue why he hurt you since he knew there’d be like half a dozen blades pointing at his throat for it.

Because he’s the real savage, no’ me. He calls me a ‘little animal’ when all I did was give him some snark in return. Doesn’ matter now. *she sniffs*

I’ve only seen Kembra’s dragons b’fore. They call the wyvern a ‘lesser dragon’, right? Considerin’ the standard ‘a Wessex was a golden wyvern, I think he’ll learn somethin’ from it.

He’ll be sad to find most wyverns are more civilized than him then. Wyverns are predators yes but in their roles in the food chain it’s like comparing a wolf to a lion. While dragons tend to solitary wyverns have been known to live in packs with one leader. Of they also don’t get anywhere near as big. I find they tend to be a bit more sociable and less aloof than dragons.

onenhagoll:

Are we really gonna rough Cerdic up with a wyvern?

En’t never seen a live wyvern b’fore-

Never seen a live wyvern? Some of them make great company you know. Besides it’s not so much rough up as, ‘find something big and stronger than him to teach him some manners and he’ll actually listen to them’. I really have no clue why he hurt you since he knew there’d be like half a dozen blades pointing at his throat for it.