Quick ficlet
A charis prompt of two Peacocks, a white one hovering over an unimpressed coloured one. can't get pic to share.
Harold glared at the annoying humans, watching them take his photo. Yes of course he was magnificant, he ruffled his feathers to give them a thrill; just a little tease though, they weren't getting full glorious plumage. Not with the hangover he was nursing!
'arrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh' one extrememly silly human dropped her camera and fled backwards making choking sounds. It was quite dramatic and alarming, did nothing good for his throbbing headache. Harold gave her a judging look shaking the filoplume feathers of his crest in indignation.
The other humans were now snapping away in a frenzy, he had a sudden deep suspicion why.
'woooooo oooooo boooooo'
The humans of course would hear a high pitched mew, Harold however heard a bad idea wake up. He turned to confirm his nightmare. A ghostly white form hovering just above him, immaculate feathers trailing for best effect.
'I am your escaping soul' the form hissed.
'Nigel you're not funny, there's nothing ghostly about you and my soul is not that pure, we proved that last night!'
'I however am as innocent and pure as snow' his self proclaimed soul announced, while angling for better photo ops.
'Not after where your tongue went mate, you're as pure as yellow snow, and that is not my idea of fun' Harold told him primly.
'soul... mate?' Nigel tried, fluttering closer.
Harold considered the ridiculous creature, his headache seemed to be fading and he was remembering a damn good night.
'Lets loose the crowd and feathers, see if you're good for another round?' He strolled off with a shake of his tail feathers and Nigel was close behind.
Harold glared at the annoying humans, watching them take his photo. Yes of course he was magnificant, he ruffled his feathers to give them a thrill; just a little tease though, they weren't getting full glorious plumage. Not with the hangover he was nursing!
'arrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh' one extrememly silly human dropped her camera and fled backwards making choking sounds. It was quite dramatic and alarming, did nothing good for his throbbing headache. Harold gave her a judging look shaking the filoplume feathers of his crest in indignation.
The other humans were now snapping away in a frenzy, he had a sudden deep suspicion why.
'woooooo oooooo boooooo'
The humans of course would hear a high pitched mew, Harold however heard a bad idea wake up. He turned to confirm his nightmare. A ghostly white form hovering just above him, immaculate feathers trailing for best effect.
'I am your escaping soul' the form hissed.
'Nigel you're not funny, there's nothing ghostly about you and my soul is not that pure, we proved that last night!'
'I however am as innocent and pure as snow' his self proclaimed soul announced, while angling for better photo ops.
'Not after where your tongue went mate, you're as pure as yellow snow, and that is not my idea of fun' Harold told him primly.
'soul... mate?' Nigel tried, fluttering closer.
Harold considered the ridiculous creature, his headache seemed to be fading and he was remembering a damn good night.
'Lets loose the crowd and feathers, see if you're good for another round?' He strolled off with a shake of his tail feathers and Nigel was close behind.