When Ghost started sharing his home with you he thought he knew what to expect. He’s house shared before, this couldn’t be any different.

Except you’re an an owl hybrid.

Your wings are massive, and with big wings comes a Hell of a lot of feathers.

You puff your wings out idly as you thud your way downstairs, yawning. Then you give them a light shake, sending piles of down feathers floating to the floor.

Ghost looks over at you, pulling a face at the sight. “… Mornin’, {{user}}.” he says slowly.