Winged Au - Blog Posts

I made a very quick grian sketch.

And yes...I gave him a tail with the wings.

Why, u might ask?

Because i can.

*squealing * lovr the wings

Gonna post this BC I don’t think I’ll complete the face.

This is winged Dark for @thesquirreloverlord ’s wings au, in the AU dark has wings of a northern goshawk.

Either way, I love the AU.

Racing Pigeon

Chase felt the wind batter his face and he zipped through the woods. He knew he was ahead in the race, wings beating quickly, tucking in to get through spots that where to tight for others racers through giving a head up during races. He was from a family of racing pigeon and wore his dad’s green race suit which fit him like a glove, a small skull embroidered on it.

He caught his wing on a branch and a grey father fell off his wing and a curse brushed his lips, this was a world wide known race, he was still shocked he made it this far. The wind whistled in his ears as he continued to swerve through the trees, heart hammering in his chest.

He didn’t expect what happened next.

A branch fell onto him. A big heavy mass of wood fell on him, a world class racer. He let out a yelp and felt a wing crack when the branch hit him causing him to plummet and pinning him to the floor, pain shooting through is body like hot, white fire. He took a few ragged breaths and tried to move. He couldn’t.

His breathing became faster as he started to worry, he could not seem to be able to get enough air in his lungs. His eyes watered and lungs stung. He wriggled and squirmed but was unable to move as each twitch of the muscles in his back sent waves of pain across his body. What if he couldn’t fly again? How would his family react, How would his Dad react? A Brody unable to fly, it would be a disgrace!

Something wet rolled down his face as he tried to hold himself still, still unable to breath his vision was going as fuzzy as his thoughts, black spots popping up. He couldn’t hear the surroundings, it was as if he was underwater, everything seemed so quite, so, distant. Breaths short and sharp and felt cold and painful, his head pounded. A sob escaped his throat at some point. He was alone, who would find him here? Was he going to die? He didn’t want to die. Thoughts swirled, he was scared, so   bloody   scared.

Then he noticed some movement. It was’t an animal, too big, well he hoped it wasn’t an animal because he couldn’t think of anything that big that was nice. It was dressed in a red t-shirt and dark beige shorts. He looked confused as if he had just walked upon him and a small determined frown appeared on his face

“Hey, I’m gonna try and move this branch, you think you can move?” 

Chase nodded quickly, the sooner  was off the better. The man came closer and chase noticed his short trimmed beard and mustache, His wings where neatly tucked and a woody brown, lighter on the underside. The man put two hands under the branch.

“Okay, 1, 2 ,3, GO!” The man lifted and Chase wiggled from underneath as the man dropped it on the dirt, both of them panting “Hey... I’m Jackie” the man- Jackie said.

“I’m chase, thanks” His voice was hoarse and weak with exhaustion and pain. His wing was bent awkwardly as the line of black feathers was no longer solid or straight. Jackie reached into a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and took out a water bottle and passed it to him.

“What you doing out here? I normally never see anyone when I go berry picking” Jackie asked as Chase took long swigs of water. 

“I was racing, taking a shortcut” He said between sips. “Guess I missed the time to get to the checkpoint” he let out a weak laugh, Jackie just frowned. “What are you anyway?”

“A robin, why?” the other man had stood up

“Wait, a robin, how did you lift that branch?” Chase eyes widened. The other man just shrugged.

Finally Chase stood up, ignored the pain that shot down his back and looked round. All he could see was trees for miles but he had a sense of the direction he needed to go, he was a pigeon after all. The other man looked at him. “Want to get outta here?”

“Yeah” Chase replied, he had enough of forests today.

Winged AU

Raven’s advice

Dark walked home to the house he shared with his, well friend to be honest. The Host, or Issac as he was better known was an interesting character both physically and personality wise. He was an radio host-cum-podcast creator who had a dry wit and sharp tongue. the only thing that hurt more than being hit by his cane was his insults, somehow creatively unique for each person. 

Physically he was a few inches taller than dark, this infuriated the goshawk which normally made Issac chuckle. On his back where a pair of glossy black raven wings tucked tightly in, never used, not because they where clipped, the conspiracy revolution to got them rights to fly, claiming that they ate fruit and seeds too so they should be allowed to fly, but many protested. Issac was attacked by some teenagers with a knife when he was 16, causing him permanent blindness. This meant without help he was grounded.

Dark opened the door and heard the raven in his room just finishing recording a podcast. The podcasts and radio show where fairly popular with the grounded, as the Host interacted with them daily, finding relevant topics to them and their interests, hopes and dream, something many radio hosts failed to bring. 

Dark walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water then taking a sip as he listened to the raven come down the stairs. He watched at the other man came through the door wearing a flannel and dark jeans.

“Dark” the mans soothing voice stated

“Host, how are you?”

“Good, but you sound off” the host’s head turned to the side in curiosity

Dark ignored the statement and continued drinking.

“Is it a good guess something happened?”

dark gave him a glare. Issac just smirked.

“i am right then, what was it,was it a-”

“Shut up Issac” Dark snapped grumpily, “I don’t ask about your personal life”

“That because you don’t care, i’m sure you would kill me if I talked about my love life with Edward” the man walked over to the fruit bowl and grabs a handful of grapes.

“If you are insinuating i like him your wrong” the goshawk frowned

“Hey, i wasn’t, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. I was just saying if you-”

“I don’t” he snapped again

“IF you like them you should meet up with them, now I got a date with a handsome owl so I will be on my way” and with that he grabbed his beige trench coat and left to meet his boyfriend, a owl, Dr Edward Iplier, a pathologist who works with police to examine bodies from crime scenes. 

Dark sighed after the raven left the room, and sat down at the table. How had a canary brought his day to such a halt? 

The canary could really have anyone. He was a late time TV star after all. He was bright energetic and the complete opposite of him.

But opposites attract, right?