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Some Jinxtor cuteness, for anyone who's here for this rare pair. :)
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Holy crap! I can still log in here! It has been, like, forever?? Hahah. How are you tumblr people? ^_^ In case you didn’t realize, I post almost only on Instagram and Facebook. On FB, you can find me at Some Like it Blue, and on Instagram, look up Lopti_is_blue Here are a few pictures from a recent photoshoot with @siffy ! We had a blast (and got eaten alive by bugs), and there are a LOT more where this came from. So check back on FB or Instagram for more! <3
#fantasy#magic#cosplay#cosplayphotography#cosplay photography#lopti#somelikeitblue#siffy#darkfantasy#dark fantasy#surreal#princess
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Taloned feet tapped lightly against the forest floor as a creature made his way through the thick trees. He cared himself swiftly, hardly detected by the small animals that called the forest home. Hiding was a skill of his -- one he had depended upon for survival.
Riven was his name, and he was no mere forest dwelling critter. He was of the Owleen people -- a race only rumored to exist in myths. He stood tall like a human male, at least 6 feet is height. But where hair would be found on a human's head, long strands of silken black feathers stood on his. His eyes were wide and golden, pupils drastically dilating and constricting depending on the light he was exposed to. And down his arms ran thick feathers that could extend into fully functional wings upon demand.
His home lay in ruin, hundreds of miles behind him. And now, the young Owleen man sought to find refuge in a new home. And this forest seemed to be the perfect sanctuary. His taloned feet slowed as he neared a stream, standing strong beneath him as he crouched to get a drink. The journey had been too long. He needed rest. Otherwise, he knew his strength would soon give out.
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