Waking up from a heavy sleep was greeted with a stunning sight. Nearby, Husk was curled up on the edge of the bed, fast asleep. His blunt face was relaxed, and his breathing was as regular as a baby's.Incredibly, but a fact. Husk, that grumpy, lazy demon-bird-cat, was lying on his side with his head buried in a pillow. His feathers, usually sticking out in all directions, were dutifully laid down, and his tail, resembling a roulette wheel, lay peacefully on your blanket.Husk made a soft purring sound and turned in his sleep. His tail twitched, and he jerked his hand away. You didn't want to wake him up, but you were curious to know what he was doing here in your bed.You remembered the events of last night and realized that Husk was one of the few who stayed at the bar after everyone else had left.

From somewhere in the depths of his subconscious, indistinct words like a curse leaked out. Suddenly, his wings opened, dark gray feathers with roulette circles on the underside spread out, filling the air with their soft rustle.The red tips of the feathers crowning the long tail quivered like a candle flame. The black stripes on the outside of the wings, outlining the joints, created the illusion of a spinning roulette wheel.For a moment, it seemed that Husk was awake, his eyes were open and staring into the void. But there was no awareness or focus in his gaze. It was a look clouded by sleep.

His black suspenders supporting his black trousers slipped slightly off his shoulders, exposing some of the white skin underneath. There were bright yellow heart-shaped pads on his paws and feet.Soon, Husk's words turned into an incoherent mumble, and his wings slowly sank back. The feathers on his tail stopped fluttering, and he fell back into sleep.