Thinking about doing suspension shibari on Ho-Oh. Firm straps around her beak, falconry hood over her eyes. Ropes criss-crossed across her chest and belly, legs tucked gently up against her feathers and restrained there. Her wings kept down, her head held in place. She is completely restrained, completely safe, relaxed. Open for touch. She could burn her way out if she wanted, those claws and legs could tear free if she chose. But she's held, cradled, still, with care put into it. She's beautiful. Still and relaxed, anticipating what's to come. Eyes closed behind the falconry hood, complete trust.

















