username: ThousandSounds
name: F'earral Angelius (fe-ea-r-ral)
pronouns: They | She | He
prompt: Angelius has always been the nurturing type, while he of course is best friends with Decard more than Decard and Bullazard, so much so He's almost developed feelings for the fire attitude flit, emphasis on almost. Angelius has always had that magic touch to animals. But he found himself making friends with an interesting creature - A living slime. it wasn't any ordinary slime. It sported the appearance of glossy and semi glowing mosaic when Relaxed or happy, while producing shining glints under sunlight.
As well as his personal everyday companion - a weasel. Ginger bodied with dark mask he named him
Shepherd while giving him the nickname of Herread. Angelius and Shepherd are pals for life, where ever Angel goes Shepherd follows, oftenly snuggling into the back of the flit or around his neck as he goes about his daily tasks. whenever he can Shepherd lends tiny helping paws. If Shep has stayed at home, the weasel war dance is always preformed upon Angel's return. And a flower or a berry is presented as a gift.
Their meeting was rather... Interesting, While Shepherd looks nothing like his mother, he's always been very curious and a little reckless, when going out adventuring and hunting a storm had rolled in. It rained very richly that day so whenever it came to climbing up a hill mud poured down on him like a water fall, it was tough to manage your breathing and climb when with every 2 steps you have a 90% chance of slipping down 5. When he finally made it to the top and scurried to find shelter a branch had crashed down before him,missing 3 more second of backing up he found himself trapped underneath, exhausted with a scar and and in pain.
After 20 minutes of squeaking for help, he gave in and layed his muscles to rest trying to conserve energy, but at the same time the pain only increased his need to crash hard. It took time till the storm blew over, but thankfully a Flit was running errands and foraging along the way that day. Before going blank Shepherd could only feel vibrations into the earth as the flit was approaching.
Seeing the trapped creature Angelius frowned in fear and sadness as he almost had no idea what to do, he knew he wouldn't be able to lift that branch all by himself, but he couldn't afford to go call for his Firey friend. He couldn't risk the potential life of this little weasel. Taking the situation in his own hands adrenaline took charge as he bit down into the branch and with everything in his body lifted as much as he could, refusing to give up until either this bones break from the attempts or the animal is free.
And that's what he did, he pushed int to he ground with his paws and muscle and lifted till thankfully it came off the ground enough for him to move it over.
Scooping up the critter he tenderly terked back home and proceeded to fix the broken back leg and additional purposes wrap up the waist as a precaution in case the spine had suffered any damage. Some say he had the magic touch, and it was hard to deny when soon after the incident they bonded. And after a while Shepherd was good as new. He saw a very motherly figure in this flit, but also taking in masculinity in other situations.
Shepherd never could tell what was it that drew him to this winged "angel" of a giant, but whatever it was he liked it. It made him feel loved, safe, and cared for. that and of course on occasion he'd be spoiled very rotten. And yet the can't help but roll his eyes oftenly playfully at Decard, especially his flirting toward Angelius. And yet at the same time.. He kind of liked watching their interactions he could tell he belonged here. (659 words)
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extra art: 
can the winner use this art? Sorry, no not this time, unless it's me (cause I'm le creator)
