Scenario 1: Avitus poked his head out from the doorway of the grocery store, wearing some sort of very warm-looking hooded poncho that covered him, but let his wings stick out behind him. Probably all for the better; he had those giant black feathery limbs lifted up a bit and held up around him, as though he thought he could somehow hide in them, when in reality they probably made him stand out all the more. He shifted from one odd, split-toed booted foot to the other, keeping a hold of his bag of whatever he'd bought, and tried to look further down the street.
Just out of his view, a Nekomata was turning around a corner, on her way somewhere, oblivious to the cat-phobic bird person who'd spotted her a moment before.
Avitus looked the other way too, apparently wary of all the (admittedly, not very threatening at the moment) demons and odd creatures about, and not sure if he should leave the store just yet.
Anyone care to see what's up with the newbie? It doesn't look like the snow is the problem here, for him...
Scenario 2: He's dressed in his coat-poncho thing again, his purple and green robes peeking out from below it, black feathered wings shiny and well-preened. The only thing is, the party wasn't his idea. Nor was it his idea to get hit on by an incubus who seems to have mistaken him for a lady. It's an understandable mistake, but he's not quite sure how to excuse himself, too shy to speak up. He'd come here to sketch some of the residents and demons, and now he had someone asking about a private art session, and... and maybe someone could come rescue him from Teh Awkward?
((sorry for the lack of icons -- still working on them, heh.))
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Avitus poked his head out from the doorway of the grocery store, wearing some sort of very warm-looking hooded poncho that covered him, but let his wings stick out behind him. Probably all for the better; he had those giant black feathery limbs lifted up a bit and held up around him, as though he thought he could somehow hide in them, when in reality they probably made him stand out all the more. He shifted from one odd, split-toed booted foot to the other, keeping a hold of his bag of whatever he'd bought, and tried to look further down the street.
Just out of his view, a Nekomata was turning around a corner, on her way somewhere, oblivious to the cat-phobic bird person who'd spotted her a moment before.
Avitus looked the other way too, apparently wary of all the (admittedly, not very threatening at the moment) demons and odd creatures about, and not sure if he should leave the store just yet.
Anyone care to see what's up with the newbie? It doesn't look like the snow is the problem here, for him...
Scenario 2:
He's dressed in his coat-poncho thing again, his purple and green robes peeking out from below it, black feathered wings shiny and well-preened. The only thing is, the party wasn't his idea. Nor was it his idea to get hit on by an incubus who seems to have mistaken him for a lady. It's an understandable mistake, but he's not quite sure how to excuse himself, too shy to speak up. He'd come here to sketch some of the residents and demons, and now he had someone asking about a private art session, and... and maybe someone could come rescue him from Teh Awkward?
((sorry for the lack of icons -- still working on them, heh.))