cake-the-ultimate-cat-queen:

This is one of my best #jellyfish #photography

adragonstale:

Dradonfly Last Session1 by foxxmax

hybridvivisexual:

Now thats cool.

jaws-and-claws:

Gepard by CROW1973 on Flickr.

(Source: minniemayjors)

nickyottav:

EgyptianLovHer shot by NickyOttav

afinefeatheredfiend:

fusionjunkie:

afinefeatheredfiend:

Shaw wasn’t aware of how old Dubois was. He assumed it was around his age, which was 22 or so. It didn’t look old to him, and he likely would feel creeped out if he knew. After all, many creatures in his home were hundreds of years old, and immortality was a strange sort of thing to consider.  He raised a hidden eyebrow at its words, jaw clenching slightly. “How so?” He chuckled, “It depends on what you count as invasive…but ask away.”  This may have been a silly thing to do. Shaw was very sensitive to questions, hell to ANYTHING. He certainly wasn’t sure what it would ask, frankly he was afraid of the questions, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to humor the splicer. “I’ll answer as best I can.” 

DuBois set an elbow against the arm of the couch and leaned its chin against its palm. It silently assessed Shaw for a moment. It tended to do its best to act on impulse, like other splicers, to truly embrace its wild instincts… but when all was said and done, it was a cautious creature. It knew that in order to get its way, it sometimes had to back off. And offending Shaw could easily lead to a cancellation of its plans for the evening. 

"There’s no real delicate way to put this, so… what the hell are you, if you aren’t a splicer? You don’t have to answer, of course."

He was going to panic. He was going to freak out. He was going to raise hell and berate the unfortunate creature, but he found himself doing none of these things. Instead, he sat calmly and quiet, head drooping slightly. It was hard to face reality, and this was a reality he had difficulty facing. His body was going to become something he was unfamiliar with, and there was so little he could do. Shaw supposed it wouldn’t hurt to say something that was partially the truth. Something that wouldn’t break the delusion he’d set up for himself.

"I’m….human." was his reply, his voice soft and surprisingly vulnerable. "But thats, not going to be for much longer I guess…..before you go poking the wrong beehive, its a splice to put it in your terms, but lets just say I upset the wrong person." his voice cracked, "and I guess…theres nothing I can do bout it, and coming here was supposed to help it, you know…fix….it." he crossed his arms, resembling a pouty child, "I suppose theres just….no way to avoid talking about it in a less cryptic way…trust me I know its here." he let out a deep sigh. "But I’d like to think it’s not, I know you like that sort of thing but I don’t, I was born one way I wish to stay that way. I made a childish mistake and toyed with the wrong fox…and now gods know what kind of bird was forced into me." 

DuBois hadn’t been expecting an answer at all, so the crypticness didn’t really disappoint it or anything. Of course it wanted to know how exactly one went about making themselves an animal wherever Shaw was from, if only to have some fantasy to cling to on those more lonely nights, but it wasn’t going to press the issue. Shaw was agitated, and it didn’t want to make things worse and have him back out on it now. 

It just wasn’t sure how to bring the conversation around to a lighter topic. 

"Sucks to be you," it said with a shrug, pulling its feet underneath it, skirt rippling out across the couch. "Though… gotta say, I understand what you mean. Wanting to stay in the body you’re born in when you can’t… not that different from wanting to have another body when you can’t." Well, look at that. It was actually feeling sympathy for the feathery jackass.

afinefeatheredfiend:

fusionjunkie:

afinefeatheredfiend:

"Correct, correlation does not equal causation, or something like that." He chirped, "I met a few more like you, they were pleasant….I suppose like anything a few bad apples spoil the bunch." He quieted down for a bit, the he noticed a change in its tone. Its words coming out slow and steady as if it feared something, or something was wrong with it that Shaw could not easily see. This unnerved the aloof bird, who made a soft strange clucking sound in response.  "This conversation is getting heavy," He murmured, not wanting to ask something he may regret. The idea of death bothered Shaw, and he wasn’t interested in whatever happened in DuBois’s assuredly sordid past to warrant a  comment like that and so he switched gears quickly, "I suppose its your turn to ask me something hmm?" 

DuBois felt old. Well, it always felt old, but especially so when the subject of health came up. Yes, this was a heavy subject, more than Shaw realized. No matter what his opinion of the splicer was, it knew that he saw a young face, untarnished by time, the kind of mid-twenties youthfulness that self-conscious middle aged people dreamed of. And yet, the blessing of ever-lasting youth made the splicer’s dysmorphia even worse, because it knew something else should be looking back at it from the mirror. It’s ever-failing health was completely invisible to the naked eye. 

Cheh,” it huffed. “I don’t know. The only questions I have for you would be incredibly invasive.”

Shaw wasn’t aware of how old Dubois was. He assumed it was around his age, which was 22 or so. It didn’t look old to him, and he likely would feel creeped out if he knew. After all, many creatures in his home were hundreds of years old, and immortality was a strange sort of thing to consider.  He raised a hidden eyebrow at its words, jaw clenching slightly. “How so?” He chuckled, “It depends on what you count as invasive…but ask away.”  This may have been a silly thing to do. Shaw was very sensitive to questions, hell to ANYTHING. He certainly wasn’t sure what it would ask, frankly he was afraid of the questions, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to humor the splicer. “I’ll answer as best I can.” 

DuBois set an elbow against the arm of the couch and leaned its chin against its palm. It silently assessed Shaw for a moment. It tended to do its best to act on impulse, like other splicers, to truly embrace its wild instincts… but when all was said and done, it was a cautious creature. It knew that in order to get its way, it sometimes had to back off. And offending Shaw could easily lead to a cancellation of its plans for the evening. 

"There’s no real delicate way to put this, so… what the hell are you, if you aren’t a splicer? You don’t have to answer, of course."

afinefeatheredfiend:

fusionjunkie:

afinefeatheredfiend:

"Hyena?" interesting choice. He’d met a few of the hyena shifters from that desert place, they weren’t bad people at all until the whole….shapeshifting part was revealed to you. "So Splices only give traits and aspects…" he mused, "So theres different levels, I don’t think you told me that before." He smiled beneath his mask. "I don’t approve of the idea of people seeking to be animals, you….already know this." Shaw gestured toward it casually. "Aren’t you worried about long term health effects…? No walt, its safe isn’t it. I read that. Anyway, I can’t say I understand your reasoning for it…as long s its voluntary." He looked up, feathers ruffling slightly, "Isn’t it banned though? "

Yes, it knew that. It had assumed he was just anti-splicing, that perhaps he’d been unfortunate enough to have the splice forced on him. After all, hadn’t Cuvier’s pride done just that to Batman right before the ban was passed? But now that it knew that splicing - or something like it, at least - was a regular occurrence where he was from… it was interested. Very interested. And extremely jealous.

"It’s safe according to us splicers. But that ban went in effect because it was deemed unsafe by people outside the community. They said the splicing drives all of us into a feral rage. …Which is bullshit, only really happens with naturally aggressive species or additional hormones.”

It grew quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, it was softer, as though trying to keep a tremor out of its voice. “And even if there are long-term side-effects… I don’t think the splicing’ll be the thing to kill me. Other things’ll get there faster.”

"Correct, correlation does not equal causation, or something like that." He chirped, "I met a few more like you, they were pleasant….I suppose like anything a few bad apples spoil the bunch." He quieted down for a bit, the he noticed a change in its tone. Its words coming out slow and steady as if it feared something, or something was wrong with it that Shaw could not easily see. This unnerved the aloof bird, who made a soft strange clucking sound in response.  "This conversation is getting heavy," He murmured, not wanting to ask something he may regret. The idea of death bothered Shaw, and he wasn’t interested in whatever happened in DuBois’s assuredly sordid past to warrant a  comment like that and so he switched gears quickly, "I suppose its your turn to ask me something hmm?" 

DuBois felt old. Well, it always felt old, but especially so when the subject of health came up. Yes, this was a heavy subject, more than Shaw realized. No matter what his opinion of the splicer was, it knew that he saw a young face, untarnished by time, the kind of mid-twenties youthfulness that self-conscious middle aged people dreamed of. And yet, the blessing of ever-lasting youth made the splicer’s dysmorphia even worse, because it knew something else should be looking back at it from the mirror. It’s ever-failing health was completely invisible to the naked eye. 

Cheh,” it huffed. “I don’t know. The only questions I have for you would be incredibly invasive.”

afinefeatheredfiend:

fusionjunkie:

afinefeatheredfiend:

If asked, all He’d say and insist on was that it was a different city. Talking about his home would just make him sound mad, especially the part where it was literally the world people were whisked away into hundreds of years ago if they happened upon the wrong hill at sunset and or stepped into a ring of mushrooms in some damp forest. Either way, it made him sound mental. Clearing his throat, he began to ask a new set of questions in an attempt to get the easily offended beast to explain itself.

"So, What was the splice you wanted?" he began, "and what do you mean by botched…? It looks fine to me." 

It glanced down at its lap for a moment, then back up at Shaw. “Hyena,” it said. “For personal reasons. And I couldn’t get it… for personal reasons.” It didn’t really want to go into the whole sex thing with Shaw. Even other non-binary people didn’t always understand the surgery, and it wasn’t sure how open-minded Shaw was. 

"It was botched because it was cut with domestic dog DNA." It stuck out its flat, smooth tongue, displaying the piebalding of black on it. "And a low dosage. All it gave me was some markings, the rest was all internal. Sense of smell, hearing, that sort of thing. A good job at least does more than that. A great job would be a near-complete splice. But you get what you pay for, and I couldn’t afford a good job.”

It felt goosebumps form on its skin and shivered slightly. It was thinking about what this night could do for it. How it might be able to finally fix all of those flaws. Maybe. But just the possibility - it gave it chills. 

"Hyena?" interesting choice. He’d met a few of the hyena shifters from that desert place, they weren’t bad people at all until the whole….shapeshifting part was revealed to you. "So Splices only give traits and aspects…" he mused, "So theres different levels, I don’t think you told me that before." He smiled beneath his mask. "I don’t approve of the idea of people seeking to be animals, you….already know this." Shaw gestured toward it casually. "Aren’t you worried about long term health effects…? No walt, its safe isn’t it. I read that. Anyway, I can’t say I understand your reasoning for it…as long s its voluntary." He looked up, feathers ruffling slightly, "Isn’t it banned though? "

Yes, it knew that. It had assumed he was just anti-splicing, that perhaps he’d been unfortunate enough to have the splice forced on him. After all, hadn’t Cuvier’s pride done just that to Batman right before the ban was passed? But now that it knew that splicing - or something like it, at least - was a regular occurrence where he was from… it was interested. Very interested. And extremely jealous.

"It’s safe according to us splicers. But that ban went in effect because it was deemed unsafe by people outside the community. They said the splicing drives all of us into a feral rage. …Which is bullshit, only really happens with naturally aggressive species or additional hormones.”

It grew quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, it was softer, as though trying to keep a tremor out of its voice. “And even if there are long-term side-effects… I don’t think the splicing’ll be the thing to kill me. Other things’ll get there faster.”