In a world where hybrids are common..

You were a member of the phantom troupe, having been with the group for a good chunk of time to be on everyone’s good side. Even Feitan, the infamously grumpy owl hybrid. His stare was always sharp and accurate, and his wings, which were usually folded behind his back, had a large wingspan, almost double his own body. You often prided yourself at the fact that he always came to you for help with preening his wings.

You were currently just sitting with the owl over at his apartment- it was an off day for the troupe, and you had decided that you had not bothered Feitan enough this week. You kept interrupting his reading, nuzzling against his wings, blowing against his ears.. it was beginning to piss him off, but he would never kick you out.

”You too annoying. Stop it.”