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"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"
❛ huh ? ❜ stranger's voice falls upon his ears & they twitch in curiosity. first, this isn't anyone he recognizes —— perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed. ' lhotlan. ' not many he knows address him as such. it's enough to cause him to turn around, quirk his brow at stranger & scrutinize every aspect of him : brown fur, sharp teeth, some patched of red near the top of his head ... ? is that what that is ? he's not too certain, but his eyes would never lie to him !
❛ took an interest in my feathers, didn't you ? what can i say, i'm the embodiment of beauty ! ❜ vain, isn't he ? but how could he not be ? none had feathers more beauteous than his, none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows & mixed into green & yellows. none had that same glimmer his had ; yes, rakan's quills could be desired by many, albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted ! beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though objective beauty is dictated by nature, & it has chosen him to be that objective beauty, it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty. ❛ don't normally let just anyone touch, but i guess i'll make an exception ! ❜ /// @shuriman-thief