#feathertale

I suddenly remembered that Pluvin's personality was not like this before, but it's fine now.

The flames of the witchcraft torches played with reflections on the ancient walls and the blue-black plumage of the raven. Flying under the stone arch, the bird spread its wings unnaturally wide, stepping onto the gallery floor with human feet.

The train of her thin, almost transparent outfit rolled down two steps below, under the feet of the quietly grumbling owner of the castle.

— Cover yourself, — Damian hissed, raising his wings threateningly. — I don't need guards staring at you.

— Do I really hear jealousy in your voice?

— Tt. I don't share my property. And you're on that list.

Anyone else would have found his tone intimidating, even dangerous, but Raven just rolled her eyes and stepped out the door of the luxurious chambers. Her bare feet immediately sank into the softness of carpets and animal skins, carrying their owner to the burning fireplace. The orange light made her outfit almost invisible, highlighting every seductive curve.

Grabbing an unfinished book from the shelf, Raven deftly climbed onto the arm of a huge armchair, hid her feet under the cushion on the seat and immersed herself in reading.

Maleficent glared at his familiar and silently walked to the window. From the top of his tower, he could see for miles around, including the capital of his father's kingdom. Damn Gotham. For some inexplicable reason, the city irritated and attracted at the same time: belonging to people, from the old catacombs to the highest spires, but still storing ancient magic in its own shadows. And it was all the more annoying that Damian didn't have a place there.

The son of a fairy lady and a mortal ruler who had not ceased to be ashamed of this kinship for twenty years, Maleficent wanted revenge. He had planned everything, was ready to revel in his triumph and the look of despair on his parent's face, when Bruce from the Wayne house of course ruined everything.

— Floras, Fawn, and Maryweather, — Damian growled softly.

— A trio of fairies from the swamps? — Raven was instantly distracted from her reading.

— Three reasons for my irritation. And the only explanation for the king's behavior.

Maleficent simply couldn't find any others. Cursing his father's pitiful mortal daughter, he expected screams of horror, pain, and pleas for mercy, but saw only confusion and incomprehension in his eyes. Not the kind of emotions Damian wanted to enjoy after all these years.

—Or maybe the king doesn't care about all his children, — the dark fairy concluded, turning away from the window, catching the calm violet gaze of his familiar.

Raven gave him a soft smile, returned the book to its place, and was almost immediately at his side. The scent of lavender and cinnamon immediately filled his nose, erasing the dusty smells of the city along with painful thoughts.

— We have sixteen years to check it out. And, whether the king wants to or not, he is doomed to think about you for the entire duration of the announced term.

— Too long,— Maleficent snorted. — And too merciful. He didn't deserve this!

—But you deserve,— the familiar came close, barely touching him through his clothes. The tenderness in her touch and voice cooled his anger. — And when His Majesty has exhausted all available means to save the princess, he will come to you." And you'll get everything you've wanted for so long.

— Maybe, — Damian breathed.

Unfortunately, he is... Indisposed at the moment and will be unable to answer your asks.

@the-lonely-kiddo here you go!

Warning... extremely long files.

It's so tiring to draw this pattern. I feel like I'm going to die.(Honest man but no brush)

These are the appearance settings for Pluvin and Dravon, which may change in the future and are not yet determined

Pluvin sans and Dravon sans