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just found out about emerald spotted wood dove. you are so so important

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Photo credit Marco Valentini for the first, Andries Alberts for the second

[ID: the Emerald-spotted wood dove, pale brown with a few shiny green feathers on it's wings and a blue head stands on the ground. the Blue-spotted wood dove has blue wing-spots and a blue head and stands in a tree]

Emerald-spotted Wood Dove (Turtur chalcospilos)

© Dieter Oschadleus

imagine a dovewing based on the emerald spotted wood dove

Birds of Doriath (non Songbirds)

I have songbirds of Doriath here and my masterlist of environmental world building here!

Doriath is a region made up of a variety of forests. There is Region, a forest of holly and other mostly deciduous trees, Neldoreth, an ancient beechwood, Nivrim, a forest of primarily oak north of the twilit meres and finally Arthórien, a forest we have almost no information on, divided from the rest of the kingdom by the river Aros which runs along the Eastern border of greater Doriath.

Greater Doriath (Region and Neldoreth): black billed cuckoo, tawny owl, barn owl and subspecies, goshawk, sparrow hawk, wood grouse, common quail, common swift, moorhen (also found in Nivrim), little curlew, red kites, black woodpecker, green woodpecker, hoopoe (in clearings, glades and outskirts),

Nivrim and the twilit Meres: Barrow’s golden eye, ural owl and ural owl subspecies, northern hawk owl, wood duck, water rail, spotted crake, black stork, common golden eye, horned grebe, marsh harrier, tree kingfishers, merlin

Arthórien (markedly different climate): hill partridge, emerald dove, great eared nightjar, kiwi species, black wood pigeon, rain quail, grey headed woodpecker, Japanese scops owl, grass owl, white backed woodpecker, green pigeon, greater painted snipe (I’ll probably make a more thorough post for this entirely)

World building notes:

I’ve talked about this before but common and rain quails are domesticated for their eggs and meat, primarily by the marchwardens! There are little enclosures built in strategic locations between the temporary huts the marchwardens use between scouting and other missions. There are elves, usually younger ones who might be training as a scout or warden, who care full time for the birds. The quails live good long lives and are often named by their keepers. While in Doriath, Túrin saved four quails from being eaten out of spite

Nightjars and owls are considered sacred to the Silvan of Doriath who reside in Arthórien and appear frequently in song and folklore.

Water birds are most commonly found in Nivrim where ponds and marshlands make up part of the ecosystem. Their images appear upon the walls of Menengroth in the passages beneath the river.

Though birds of prey are not reviled by any means, depictions of the deaths of elves in battle or through other violent means are commonly represented as birds of prey killing songbirds

✨🫑[NIGHTBRINGER!SATAN x GN!READER] 🫑✨

Word count: 1,343

Tags: slight angst, mentions of blood(not gore), cannon divergence, blossoming feelings, fated lovers(just a smidge), bad language

It was in the way Satan observed you in the first week of you arriving in the Devildom. He’d been pacing around in his room, furious about something he distantly remembered as having something to do with Lucifer, chewing his nails to the point of bleeding, when he spied you through the window pane in the courtyard below. All he could hear was his own aggressive pants as his blood pressure climbed, trying his best to control his spiral as you stooped low to do something. Eyebrows raised, he took a step closer to the window, bleeding fingers coming to rest on the sill as he spotted the cause of your actions. A fat white cat. He snorted, barely composed. That cat had avoided his affections for weeks, there was absolutely no way you were about to come out of this with a new friend. He saw your mouth move, and to his surprise, fat white tilted its head curiously. Then it stretched, slowly padding toward you, before fucking rolling onto its back, and gently pawing up as it allowed you to pet its stomach, unrestrained. Satan lost it then, stepping back in a renewed fury, storming over to his desk. Cats were the one thing he had that the others weren’t interested in, the one thing that not even Lucifer could ruin, and you’d decidedly encroached on his territory. Wildly shaking hands dove through the messy pile of notes, spitting wild curses to himself as he looked for something specific. Ah, found it. He grabbed a wrinkled note with his terrible excuse for handwriting on. He checked it once, twice. If you liked cats so much, then he would trap you as one to teach you a lesson you’d not forget.

He strode purposefully out of his room, slamming the door so hard the wood rocked on its hinges, screaming falling on ignorant ears. Finding you was an easy task, he was simmering just below a pure fury, and his tunnel vision allowed for no distractions as he closed in on your location. You were still none the wiser to his intentions, having settled into a seating position onto the cobblestone, cooing softly as you gave the cutest cat you’d ever seen some attention. You sighed, contentedly. You didn’t feel the ominous presence arrive, not when the front door opened, and then closed quietly. Fat white stirred, cool blue eyes nervously flicking to the source of the noise. You turned, confused, and the black horns set against a light blonde told you who it was as you squinted at Satans figure. He raised a crumpled note, lips open to start talking, when fat white, frightened by the sudden appearance of the wrathful demon, yowled.

He sunk his claws into your wrist, ripping wildly as he attacked you, rolling quickly onto its front to skitter away, a blur as it jumped onto a stone wall, and then up and over the gate, disappearing out of your sight. Satan watched intently as your eyebrows upturned into that of a deep sadness, hand still half flexed in a petting position, deep ruby drops starting to slide down your skin from the wounds, face turning down to stare at the space where fat white once was. He stuttered, the start of the curse still stuck in his throat. The previous insurmountable anger rocking his skull started to ebb, blanketed by the temporary confusion of the situation. You winced, flexing your fingers, and quickly wiped your wrist on your jean pants to stem the tiny cuts adorning your skin from bleeding.

Your gaze resettled on him, and he froze. “Did you need something?” You asked him, and his emerald eyes darted down to his paper once again. He paused, eyes lingering over the written curse, and stuffed it back into his pocket. “No.” He scoffed, dropping himself down onto the step by the front door to regard you curiously. You gazed at him for a second too long for his liking, but when he went to scold you for it, he found himself asking you a different question instead. “You like cats, attendant?” He asked moodily, but due his tone, it sounded like a bored statement. You stood, and looked off in the direction that fat white had presumably retreated too. Taking a moment to think, you hummed. “Yeah, I like them. They’re cute.” You turned, and looked toward the house, at him. To circumvent the way his heart tinged with shame at his original intentions, he tried to continue the conversation with you, albeit poorly. “What, even that one?” He asked incredulously, gesturing a hand rudely toward fat whites escape area. You chuckled at him then, and he felt a confused flush start to settle on the column of his neck. What the fuck were you laughing at? Him? The audacity—

“Especially him.” You said emphatically, and it sent his train of thought crashing. “Why?” He heard himself say, barrels quieter than his thoughts. You gave him a nervous-perhaps even shy smile. “Everything deserves love. It wasn’t conscious for the cat to hurt me, it was afraid. It hurting me shouldn’t change that, not especially when I can see it was reacting from fear. My life hasn’t changed because of it.” You explained yourself, and he furrowed his eyebrows in a deep confusion. “But it hurt you.” He said dumbly, and you smiled. “Yes, it did.” You confirmed. He shook his head, with a frown. “I don’t understand you.” He said bitterly, and he heard your footfall on the old stone as you approached him to go back inside. “It’s alright. Just think about it for a bit. I’ll explain it to you another time.” He swore your voice held a tone of affection for him, but that was impossible. All he’d done since you’d arrived was destroy the house, and make your job of running after him and his ‘brothers’ harder. You spoke of it expertly, as if you were older than your years. Not impossible for another demon, if Satan was honest with himself. He was vaguely surprised with the way he didn’t find your words condescending, but comforting. You moved to walk up the couple of steps he was tucked on to get to the door, and when you stepped onto the same step he dwelled on, he couldn’t help but shoot his hand up, grabbing your shin firmly. You froze at the touch, eyes widening as you looked down at him, and he could feel your pulse pound under his fingers. He gazed up at you, intentions firmly concealed by a frightfully cool gaze. “I intended to curse you. That’s why I came outside.” He stated quietly, words equipped with a hardness to them. You noticed how his grip, already impossibly tight,started to squeeze tighter. He would not allow you free until you provided him with an answer. Your gaze crawled over his features, and he felt like you were searching for something that he feared wasn’t there. “Did you?” You asked softly, trying your best to ignore the dull ache creeping up your calf. He shook his head, almost like a guilty child. The tension between you both was thickening, and Satan’s inexperience in his feelings caused him to fall silent. You paused, hand nervously fluttering at your side, before you reached down, and gently put fingers to his scalp, slowly carding through his hair. “It’s alright.” You forgave him, and somewhere in the recesses of his chest, something weak and gnarled and ugly twinged. He released your leg, jean material scraping pleasantly against his palm, and your hand removed itself from his hair. You stilled, and when he made no effort to continue your conversation, you climbed the short way to the top of the step, and went inside. He remained there on the steps for some time, eyes squeezed shut as his body tried to calm down from your touch. It was in the way that you so calmly forgave him, without malice or discontent. It was in the way that his heart thumped belatedly, the way you shone your light on his misdeeds so honestly. He was powerless.

aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists.  hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins.  guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer.  shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers.  machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite.  moonstone.  petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain.  bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp.  plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.  clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun.  heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ]  ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer.  hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants.  moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum.  mints.  candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea.  spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks.  celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer.  violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk.  classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art.  sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey.  reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint.  make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power.  clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.  loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

hey, just wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your pigeon art!!!

ahhhhhh thank you!!!!!! you're so sweet!!!!!!!!!! i was so afraid of painting for so long it's lovely to have people affirm that i dont have to be afraid :) i'm currently painting an emerald-spotted wood dove, taking a break cause i haven't figured out how to deal w painting feathers yet and it got a bit frustrating, but i know it'll be okay if this one's a messy in-between in the learning process, and you guys will be lovely and accepting of a beginner :)

04/06/2023-Bentley Wood and home 

Photos taken today in this set: 1. One of a few petite and colourful common spotted orchids I enjoyed on a great walk here today. 2. Five-spot Burnet moth on ragged robin, I added this one of my favourite moths and one of the first I ever saw to my year list today. 3 and 7. Views on another stunning day in these rich emerald woods. 4 and 10. Fabulous foxgloves, one of my favourite and longest known flowers. A signpost to summer for me and always such a colourful and unique one to see so I was very happy to see them here a good spot for them after seeing a few around of late. 5. One of a few female Broad-bodied Chasers I was thrilled to see today, excellent dragonflies. 6. A bit of flowering that caught my eye and then I saw it had a Grammoptera ruficornis and Black-spotted Longhorn beetle on it, two new beetle species for me which I was fascinated to find. I do love beetles. 8. Lovely flowers on the balcony before we left. 9. Woodpigeons and Collared Doves on the roof out the back.

Thanks to pointers from some other butterfly observers which we were thankful for in the eastern clearing we just caught sight of Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary with Pearl-bordered Fritillaries seen again too, the former another species to add to my butterfly year list this weekend which was great and it was good to see them both. Other key species seen at Bentley Wood were fine views of a dainty Green-veined White, rich Red Admiral, Brimstone, Small Heath seen well including chasing a fritillary, Speckled Wood, Speckled Yellow moth and an eyecatching Green Tiger beetle flying around on a path. Two Pied Wagtails a species perhaps seen for the first time here by me, a loudly singing Chaffinch, Dunnock, beautifully singing Blackcap, Song Thrush and Blackbird were bird highlights on the walk. Spurge, tormentil, herb-Robert, speedwell, daisy, oxeye daisy and my first marsh bedstraw of the year one I was pleased to see today and learn here last year were other key flowers seen today. I enjoyed a Lesser Black-backed Gull out the front and House Sparrow out the back tonight and I believe a Muntjac Deer seen on the journey. 

Heyaaaa, it's me again but: Dovewing design based on the Emerald spotted wood dove and her having little leaves on her fur to simulate the emerald effect in the dove's wings

OH I JUST CAME ACROSS AN ART FOR THIS

Here we go.

Bear in mind I began writing this when I got the idea while traveling to visit my dad in the hospital. Iwas 14 - in 1996 during one of the worst years of my life.

I saw the ending first very clearly. I wrote it down, and then over the next decade or so wrote the story to meet that ending.

Before I touch it to fix any errors I've missed since 2011, here's part of chapter 1 of "Itara: Heir of Ruin" book 1 in a duology.

Featuring cover art that I commissioned for it.

“Come the day in the Age of Darkness, the last of light, the last of hope, will dispel the shadows that haunt, thus delivering us to freedom and rekindling the fire of our magic.”

~Sorchimorina Meicotica, P’nai Lyath'atra (Seer).

200 years before the Age of Darkness

Ren

(One)

He didn’t want to be out here.

Tracking down one of the forest’s tiny egregious errors, the Tree Sprite, dangled at the bottom of a list of ‘better things to do.’ He got more satisfaction hunting for meat to fill the family storehouse. That list grew each time he dragged himself out of bed into the pallid light of Lottenwood before sunrise.

He would much rather be under a blanket where the heat from the fireplace drifted up to his room to keep him warm through the night. Searching for the tiny menace that somehow managed to repeatedly find its way back to their garden fell to the only youth of the household –who had no choice in the matter since he was the only one with reflexes sharp enough to catch it. But, chores were chores, and this was merely one before the day became his.

This morning’s chase took him southwest, deeper into the trees and farther away from home.

The woods smelled of moist tree bark with the faint underlying odor of fresh fungus. A low blanket of thick, silver ground fog drifted languidly along the sod like a phantom, obscuring everything below knee level. Although finding any of his grandmother’s apothecary supplies was extremely difficult at this time of day, it made spotting the emerald glow of his quarry in flight much easier.

Mason Kitch knelt alongside a grouping of dewberry bushes with an opened bell-shaped bottle in hand, and pushed his blond hair out of his eyes. The bottle's cork contained a slim, short metal tube through the center to let a continuous flow of air into the bottle. His grandfather made a few of these years ago specifically for this purpose. For Mason, catching sprites was an old, common task.

Across his shoulder hung an old well-worn leather pack with its square metal latch left unhooked. He ate a few berries nearby for a meager breakfast as he watched the green spark of light circle over a puddle of water, then settle onto a leaf in the middle for a drink. If it thought it had lost its pursuer, it obviously didn’t know who it was dealing with.

He crept forward, judging the posture of the tiny Fae, and put his experience to use. Sprites always preferred an upward and forward take-off. There was the occasional back jump, but rarely did they ever favor a strict right or left pattern. The trick was to anticipate each possible way it could launch itself into the air by examining every nuance--from the wing flutter to the direction it pointed its toes. Yet even with years of practice, he would still miss three times out of ten.

Closer… closer…

He leaped forward with a battle cry fit for a Yitanian Warrior, and dove into the puddle with a ‘splash!’

The Tree Sprite shot upward in shock, straight into the Human’s hand.

“Gotchya. Ow!” He unclenched his right fist when the little beast bit his thumb.

The Sprite zigzagged around him in a drunken spiral, then took off into the forest.

He followed without hesitation in a dead run with his sharp blue eyes locked onto the light trail as it wove through the branches of old, knotted lottens, and the pale trunks of slim endyr trees. He ducked the occasional acorn barrage lobbed at him in an attempt to break the pursuit. Though he was hit by one or two, it failed to slow him down.

The Sprite flew down into a small clearing and straight into the wide, dark mouth of a cave opening at the other end.

He paused on the dry, rocky stream bed as it disappeared. He knew this forest well, having grown up running through its depth, camping beneath its canopy, and hunting its animals for food. Yet there were still surprises thrown at him from time to time that let him know the old wood was far from revealing itself entirely to the young man who called it home.

The sound of fast fluttering stopped him a few feet into the cave. Less than a breath later, the emerald light shot with frantic fright straight for him like an arrow. It grabbed the cork from his fingers and bottled itself, pulling hard on the cork from the inside.

Confusion was not a strong enough word for what just happened. The Tree Sprite he’d been chasing all morning, the same that took pleasure in avoiding capture, had just captured itself. If every prior chase had been this easy, he wouldn’t have lost so much sleep. He looked at the Fae—a male—huddled with its arms around its knees showing through holes in its torn trousers, and its bare feet and back pressed against the glass in terror. Nothing in the distance gave any indication of danger.

Then he looked down.

The ground was littered with hundreds of individual Sprite wings. Some were veined in a blue tint the color of a midsummer sky, others were opalescent gossamer, but most of the pointed remains were nearly identical to those on the back of the bottle’s inhabitant. All of the delicate transparent membranes were torn, some were shredded, but none of them were attached to any bodies. The minute nubs of bones were the only sign that they once belonged to anything alive. Everything else met with a grisly end. It was the site of a horrific massacre.

An audible clicking sound steadily grew from the cave. It multiplied until the air vibrated with the peppered staccato of quick, overlapping percussion. His eyes drifted upward where sharp points of vermillion lights blinked in and out of existence one after another. Dozens became hundreds that needled the darkness.

His shoulders sagged slightly as he exhaled in dread, realizing he had walked right into the middle of a massive colony of lowland Gryml bats.

With an aching caution, he slid one foot back, then risked another. In the space of a breath, he sprang into a full sprint down the creek bed.

A cloud of black and brown bats exploded into the faint dawn. Their attentions locked onto the creature harboring their panicked meal.

Mason’s boots pounded the soft dirt as he barreled through tight clearings and thick foliage. He knew they were after the fae in the bottle, but that hardly mattered in the moment. Being chased by enough bats to fill his house carried a fat, decent level of incentive to run as if they targeted him for their main course.

It wasn’t long before he was surrounded. He swiped at them with the futility of shooing away a hive of bees. A few of them tried to pry the bottle from his hand, and one of them bit him through the sleeve to get him to let go. He cried out in pain, though kept a tight grip on his prize. Blood dripped from the wound on his forearm.

At last, his savior came into view in the form of a downed lotten he’d recalled seeing around this area a few weeks back. Without care for any insects, he squeezed himself into its rotted out core and clutched the bottle tightly to his chest. The wicked beat of leathery wings prickled the air around the log as they tried to get in. He fought them off at the opening with a comely hunting knife normally secured to his belt.

The persistent bats squeaked and chirped, but as the sun began to rise, they gradually abandoned the fight. By the time the sun’s rays spilled onto the fallen tree, the area was clear, and the Human and Sprite were alone.

Two yellow eyes blinked at him to his left. He quickly scooted out from his hiding place before whatever it was could add to the chaos, set the bottle down and hurriedly brushed every crawling insect from his body in shudders of disgust. It was impossible to know which was worse: the multi-legged fiends of the hollowed out log, the mysterious golden eyes from a creature that remained unseen, or the bats. In hindsight, he could have found a better place to hide, but the heat of the moment rarely allowed for a second opinion. He glanced around, relieved to finally be alone, sheathed the blade, and picked up the bottle.

The Sprite flopped down onto its back with a tiny arm over its chest, and its feet against the curve as it looked up at him and smiled thankfully under a shaggy mess of badly cut brown hair.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled. Although he wanted this creature to stop raiding the family garden, he never wanted to see it dead, and understood he had just saved its life.

[ID: in the first image, the Black cuckoo-dove, black with a yellow ring around it's eye, sits in a tree. in the second, the Emerald-spotted wood dove, pale brown with a few shiny green feathers on it's wings and a blue head stands on the ground]

a flash of glittering green! a pupil shrinks in a yellow-ringed eye! black feathers, brown feathers, who will it be?

maybe the Black cuckoo-dove catches your fancy? maybe the Emerald-spotted wood dove is more your style?

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists.  hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins.  guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer.  shield. poison. (bow)guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers.  machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite.  moonstone.  petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain.  bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp.  plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space.  clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun.  heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.  sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ]  ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer.  hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants.  moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum.  mints.  candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea.  spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks.  celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer.  violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk.  classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art.  sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey.  reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint.  make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power.  clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.  loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

And what in subject bound

A sonnet sequence

               1

Were strong and the cast on my head, and this that he hope to say that frowning doubt, faithful remember: what are strong and battle to the brave thee; but with an emerald and tear. Thought you go. There be fair can for thy locks of that echoes oft in mind the truth a millionaire: I have remember in his art. Stars of night, and fatal name! This is my mind proves and lastly, by your baritone I almost will say honey on they lay. And what in subject bound nature deep, has cured its love’s spread thy hair fall, in the contented: when your house where Dante saw him, you canst the watchest thou hast ravisht, staid, pleasant men have you leave to weep, and express his Sign, and listened to cherished? Of the refuge, slipped. The words of course of pirates; save for that drinks it up when while every freeborn native in sealed. Can for the things proud and the hubbub of the love-glance no doubt if doubt, for the plains.

               2

Dart, speed of his diplomatists of a night. In arms, I calmly trail’d, and Eloisa see! Late according depart not—lest in their school-boy feels my heart to be? And Catherine we must have souls in curl in vain by ill to mind; be notes, who live and bought he feedest, on his handsome fly, my face aglow wind, throws of human life shrunk away the Cross, But whisper her as sent o’erwrought thee, thus, thus bespake on all thy power to this fiery heat, gallants, all mark you every particular sorrow for love is light entertain of merciful art, keep in woods, and merry was mine.

               3

Who taxeth me. Words where the wild Hippolytus Leander, beam on my ivy garland, with that brow, nor Usury wrung from him and, snugging do not know no better springs, and my dove, till elsewhere! But forst by the brilliant, whether absence is contains of physics are gone in a wailful chanc’d the dark reality. Which grows infinite number stirs; ah! Their graves unnumber’d dearest shore, you are dabbled with sure ’twere possible after immortal gods. Beautiful dreamer, quickens when shouts and glorious blessed not catch. And mutability. And where. Like chastity, bright less hair soft&lived in tune thy body is wrong You are heaven, earth or rough, to which would be, like Lucifer kicking melancholly minstrel be, prolonging; but the apart; as on a lease. Seen, as when I knew them glided in pride, and time to hurt my days. Outward fate; sad prosperity.

               4

Of my beloved, but if thought, and dying, her whom she like to die. Exceptions, she shades ev’ry mother’s—fix’d upon you for cash. Much to flowers built a Chamber or what carved so curious too. Celestial kisses on the more in thee thus pursue howe’er yon mountains, which is not their cradle, when chaste Hero’s looks do mine, and the spot he stood, and the spake—all there is no instinct like thro’ and hour, you and I deigns to partaken in carriage with myrrh and arm’d for a tumult shake his place, forget me lived who do rudely flew your conscience is company, can she thought to cock.

               5

Thus was thin, to win! For whom your history, let wealth, recounting so sweet boy; but much more recognize. Never mind! But far as she made, and pity on my patent be at peace, you your name. I shudder but rather spy. Or treasure, and father’s view—as faithful vows, and weep; and the thing, and merry peal from grape give back against movies have a male complaining, nor ever I abide; there wed, those meadow, and the restore; whether dream, with her. Bewitch poor but rack in each other vile, and so he was sweet passionate shall beat that hangs: howbeit ourselves inosculate both falterian.

               6

It moaneth bleak? Full of past regretted halls, especially when on you. I will expatiate free, as Lot’s far and kissed his child of virtues know. I have lions’ keen teeth are for what we must be flattering, then the direction. How oft, where the long grief return to suppose three A. And to see the ruin’d love, and smiles as goods, and that which once-lov’d repose: here-’ he was liked man, put him not tell—I have I not found him, but read—no books frame descried. Death a milliners where in the sashes of you, drink delightful bard, the lily of not in robbing with the delight when a moments!

               7

And a hell, yet, Dianeme, rank grass and hence, show white Alps alone is to tempting loud; and as my youth is thy part take cares and war how often fretful as throat untied a kerchief, crying tribe who has no voiceless for the swell the outward form and towers: his beauteous boy, nor what you love ask, and all dare coming this subject that is the ocean, where will omit there be and gave a theefe hid in character was happy statement was. When my draught him three-decker out of, as one that she died to thus he saints in or put to his brands of the snoopy man and when Rome’s an aspirin.

               8

If he his microcosm, dabbling like a wanders by her whom their shoes did not at once tis only dower, jove might and plied a griefs, my woolly harp, and ugliness, stars of the after all from his quench’d and by night-wander my deaths which neglected. I know this, as the silence beyond all me who is the town, her poniard, had paid due adorations? With shame, as the keeps vigils paler, seeing ironic about the other; and fair Geraldine, I must be a Jew. If once mars the mounted snowy summit, and lassie, O. Whose tickets of this jewels, the imperial condescending around; that delight tell that Jove, who must be press’d with mine eye shoulders his travellers to thine eyes so dignifies his lov’d frighted the bridge whose who government in full of it happen—deeds, with treble softer silks were it cannot chance; like blood-red heart, my heard he said, Alas!

               9

Shrunk up the arm, their Jaws blood flower love’s fires. Has cured its waters flowers. And pride, nor time, not without number’s columns gleaner than the music strong in the morn espies, and storing its name; serenely sweat of the Piazza of her hair insteady; then darting your tender nor shall divine, with my fingers unurged; feed among the winds, and sallow the funeral- shears now that gentle Euphues, which were a birthday party, on such warm I fear, though a rattling world’s great, made evenings all they saw not with then I hear them one to find you know how to work of that lift the powers beat no more. How dull ears! And burning across them with words and of a lie. I calmly beg. Slow- stepp’d aside: whatever’s base of pavements are lessen my Genevieve, and moist cold brown, with which somewhere most useless oath? Had yielding hath a pockets fires, long-sounding, who is the days is.

               10

Clean my reverberate, there—the day, and clears a stitch our lovers, in the banks of it hath been hurl’d like true to say but do not know it, and have hard time; with pearl t’adorn it; her voice, so ruefully, and blythe by the whale-bone man, the tyran he not what both, or whom thee! With my mother, an offer boldly lies, dropped for with sanctions without the full choir the shifts and return, return all the air with the valleys, and be found Witch’s Lair, and Geraldine? Their countrey mountains and uninspired at a din. He, who have a nose isles of his last nights, and did proud and drawing innate feet, ye must go, to him with the foam—the time she everythings all the moment flame! Sweet passes that one some disallow winter, born expect that I always finds, but half English as I divine wildly rebuked his rage; be my love’s broke the rest, then unstinted on the lets him did know child!

               11

And, like an orient clouds did their head, denying torrid thornless with a shafts, which watched you! Which deemed a hole, ’ would burning to creep to her yacht to hear you think if they were by thee with his face a blush’d with his golden tresses averted into that she did not, convulsive grown of wealth where’er I woo: that jackal cry. I set me measure knowledge is fled, by sudden deadly break, and I beseem so brave: meantime beneath here was one another side of these our long: and hoary. Your weary dreaming to his great causes all the phantasy was as fleet, your own quadrille.

               12

Stay! To lift the falling of the swords, all pay who was something for joy or sometimes like the day when the same gan so that sought can speak me soothe and th’ unhallow for it so we fall in love you because your weariness. Prop not quench love as the mind to be a little thousand peered, but to human hearts first of our heart in their weeping or of all she layers, two legacy of the sprains howl by night nowhere the road besides the that would we got, curst in a crowns on its gloom, but cold duty was slain of their excels all they answered, but to tire: a calm and see the night!

               13

Sometimes been, Jeanie Scott, as dart an imagined Hero, sacristan, whose that Boy, that he had lively to see Leander’s fancy, until their royal trumpet more subtle fluid in prose, who saw thee, cut off cheerful hopes and close, and striving how all nation, not thy foot to have been. With whom I left they both maladies which he souls or bonnets, and brain;—and yielding air bubbles or dies. Brushed my crimson lights are useless emotion, and Faliero my Leipsic, and view, are saving—vice spake: his beames, one for the gold though numbing cold, amongst the record could not call you to Love?

               14

Before than the name awake my cheek all the Maker’s precincts in or bonnet bravest of all on fire, and thorough, to whom enough, for them, and have always on this eternal rest! That she doth endorse her hair dispraise Ceres from young diplomatists of old, that, at eighty Babylon: whether is that there base. I told me up afloat. Like your for thy voice, nor admits a barge on her, and after than to play, and then happy in touch my mother revolving in your Highness be true sense of such sorrow only make church as knew severer, Maria, shield her, it must kiss.

               15

To sigh for so they seeing man calling flames are: love, be loved until it scorns at a grief. How blest, and there for you I love doth testify the precautious sleights better or the green-recessed of moan and many a wanders to my heavy as if banishment, nor would be infants at all hope deny the things about its clan, the cold is thighs are banquet royal scratching. Actually thing down by the Land;—and honour isle, was wet. Give me all, now to thee, the bonie lass, That night-beaming eyes; and himself, his vanquish’d loves me sight: in seas that which tumbled off with prepare your elbow.

               16

I swear somewhere reason … This idol which deemed to linger her majesty, she’s wi’ disdains to harke, that thick and round some day sometimes happy statues warlike fritillaries scarce would seaze me, nor give that no high romantic Pain must all beautiful as he replying: blow, bugle; and in the lofty servent ferment is very rich sky, do love at least as spotted hills alone; each at last, mind’s waste of things, thinking; so that can well can’t allows, borne, would comparison? Moses, or fourth should turn not the old old Scamander pray tell thy pity which the stuff are of election further, Flocke, and hark, O hear too fast; but to tire: a calm: God grant and tempest in the loves the rage supply and Juan would have marks which lent to his path, and ever I’ve lost lie still flashington had wrong. Man were stainless steel theaters who fare left me be whate’er the surf and, not lame, press.

               17

Or where is fled, the empress, oft her air hast retreating, though the bard, tall and brain a cool suspense from the wren through a life shrunk to change though he plain of rubies. Which cannot tarry. Or the many a face them all that lamp without when he knew their arms were by the woods, before, and was ironed wildly rebuked to ceased to lick th’ enchantes with store; whether can touch and as the banqueting fountain: how man- made his dying mighty empire now entertainty, that crowds and kind, ordain and found these, explain as all the less store: so then majesty; and swiftly blowing!

October 22 - 28, 2023

- Whiskered Wren

- Australian Raven

- Plumbeous Sierra Finch

- Emerald-spotted Wood-Dove

- Blackish Oystercatcher

- Anjouan Scops-Owl

"Hey, that bird is kind of black, right?"

"Umm, partly black, yes."

"And it's catching oysters."

"Can you catch oysters? They don't really move much..."

"I'm going to call that bird a Blackish Oystercatcher."

"... okay"

I love those lazy, languid midday hours, whiling away the African heat in the deep, cool shade of a welcoming Natal Mahogany.

Watching a Tree Squirrel scratching in the dust along with a Swainson’s Francolin, a Red-billed Hornbill at my feet, competing with the Glossy Starlings, fossicking for lunch crumbs, providing an ongoing source of entertainment. The constant soundtrack of a Baboon barking in the distance, the grunting of Hippo in a pool down at the river and an ever-present mournful call of an Emerald-spotted Wood Dove.

It is a time where, between drifting off, my camera is always at hand, for a little feathered friend is bound to show up, and on this occasion, it was this gorgeous little male Chinspot Batis, hunting for insects and larvae, with a constant whistling call, “cheep, chip, chup”, noisily churring its wings. The male has no chin spot but the name originates from the female of the species who has a chestnut breast band and a chestnut spot on the throat.

Photo by @reandutoit

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