Username: osprey;;
Name: Horus
Gender: agender he/him pronouns
Design their tattoos: wings plz dont steal
Story behind the tattoos:
I carried the heavy, plain wood tray over to my next victim. I say victim because I am the most clumsy plumie to live... My friend Cleo says its because of my stress problems, but I can't seem to find a way to chill. Inevitably, I trip over the table, sending food flying in every direction. I sigh, then pick myself up. The plumie sitting at the worn brown table glared at me with their beady eyes. It didn't help at all that they had slit eyes, or the fact I get super self-consious over my lack of fur. The stronger part of me yelled inside
GLARE AT THEM! you have slit eyes AND black scleras but I knew that was never going to happen.I sighed again and trudged back into the kitchen, making a second batch of what they'd ordered.
Later that say, I decided to meet up with Cleo down by the river nile, both in our swimwear. Cleo was the only one I opened up to. She laughed and cockily said, "You had a stressful day, like usual huh?"
To my suprise I replied "Shut up! You're just making it worse, you!" It wasn't exactly convincing I was annoyed because I was one, blushing (I dont have any fur, blushes show up super red) and two, I was laughing. Cleo was the most tattooed plumie I knew. Almost all of her fur was covered in bright markings. She noticed me staring at her legs, blushed and asked, "Whaaaat? Are you jealous because you don't have any tattoos? You know, tattoos can be used to make you think of things. My friend has the sun on her paw, she says its to stop her fear of the dark. Maybe we could get you some wings so your stress can fly away!" She traced a wing pattern on my furless back. This to her, may have just been teasing, but to me it seemed like a good idea. I told her I'd be back later, as I was going to do something. I swear she knew what I was doing.
After a painful session, I had a pair of wings on my back. Well, not real wings, just tattoos. I wasn't surprised when I saw Cleo leaning against the dusty walls, her eyes fixated on my back. I quickly said, "You know, tattoos can be used to make you think of things."
She laughed and pulled me in for a tight hug, "Congrats Horus, you have your first tattoo, welcome to the club!"
I laughed back, almost feeling the wings lift my stress away.
