#Loxias

[zaireetoo-draws]

Flower boy Apollo

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The tact of truth

Warning : angst

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Those blood red eyes were what brought her back to reality. Could it really be that Michael had killed her best friend? He was led away and taken out of the hospital without turning back to her.

It seemed as if the whole spectacle of the night was about to befall her. The death, the arrest, the injury - it all seemed so untrue and yet there was no doubt about what she herself had seen. Detaching herself from the place, she went back to the hospital. She knew she was entering dangerous territory. But what she had experienced in the last few hours was anything but normal.

It briefly occurred to her that the stories of an alien monster were real, just like her brief encounter with Spiderman when he swung past her. But despite all that, what concerned Michael was even more dangerous. Because the monster inside him had a thirst for blood. For her blood

Breaking away from the place, she saw the blue light sirens reflecting in the windows before she went to the lifts. It was only when she pressed the buttons that she noticed the slight trembling of her fingers. And again she wished that Michael was with her to calm her symphony.

Getting out of the chair, she went into the lab, even though she knew what she was doing was not legal. Opening the door, she switched on the light by voice. With a box in her hand, she went to the lab area and stuffed files of findings and results into it.

Once Martine was released from the hospital, they would have to develop something together. Because she wouldn't make it on her own. They needed an antidote. As long as Michael was in custody, they would find a cure.

She was about to lift one of the machines when she noticed the stand with the drug. But where there should have been one, because she was sure that Michael had taken one of the two, there was none.

Panic spread through her and she vigorously searched for the small vial. She tore open drawers and rearranged everything before her gaze returned to the ceiling. ,, Milo" came from her lips and it dawned on her. He was the only one who must have taken her. It was obvious he had hate as his motive and rejection...because she didn't love him.

Grabbing the box, she walked as fast as she could out of the lab to escape the feeling of being watched. She didn't know where Milo was and yet she worried. Worried about Michael and Milo, what the latter would do once he too had turned into a vampire.

Two bats in a city dangerous to the blood they crave. Hurrying out of the chair, she left the hospital and tried to reach the policemen she knew outside. Unfortunately for her, they had already disappeared. Cursing, she reached for her mobile phone as she hailed a taxi. She typed the message to Martine about the box and the probably new information about the serum.

Nervousness and uncertainty about what would happen next permeated her. A bad tune when you don't have a derigent to guide you. Paying the driver, she hurried to her flat and when she got to her floor she stopped in front of her door. Her eyes flitted past the spot with the rose petal.

She thought My heart and blood do not belong to him, before quickly unlocking the door and putting her things there for the time being.  A sigh escaped her and her gaze went to the clock. Too late to be awake and too early to sleep.

Chaos in the darkness. The darkness seemed to embrace her and it was sweet and horrible at the same time. Her hand found its way into her pocket as she pulled out the policeman's card. She turned it over in her hand and the dark shield rippled in the light. Only when she saw the address of the prison did she realise where she had to go. She didn't know if she was allowed to see Michael, but special times require special measures.

She was about to leave her flat when something struck her. In fact, she noticed that something was missing. Turning to her little shelf, she saw that the rose petal was no longer there. "Milo" was her first thought as she approached the tray and looked at the floor. Maybe it had fallen or blown away. They were cheap excuses to deal with the dark bloody truth she knew. The red rose petal had disappeared and this feeling of being watched was suddenly unbearable.

Did it mean that he had already taken the remedy or was it not too late. Maybe it just turned to dust. Dust and ashes were all that remained of Michael in her dream. A horrible memory, a horrible dream. The thing that frightened her, apart from all the other things she had experienced in the last few hours, were the dreams that seemed to be real.

It was only when a shadow passed by her window that she fearfully released herself from her stupor and made her way to her car. "Let him not have taken the medicine yet," she thought as she looked up at the dark sky.

But the shadow seemed to be ahead or had disappeared into the darkness and was watching her.

Turning on the engine, she drove to the detention centre, even though she had never been there herself. Her hope of seeing Michael somehow was stronger.

But if she hadn't been so fixated on Michael, she would have seen the black limo in the shadows that belonged to someone she knew only too well.

Walking inside, she was greeted by little brighter than old flickering glow sticks. ,, May I help you, Miss?" a policeman asked her immediately. ,, Yes, I'd like to see Rodriguez, I'm involved in a case and he told me to contact him," she replied, hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions. ,, Ah, the weirdo, he's in an interrogation with some doctor right now. You can wait here until you're done, then he'll be there for you" he said and pointed to a shabby chair. Sighing and knowing she was finished, she sat down and picked up her mobile phone. As she looked at her hand, something came back to her. "When was the last time he had artificial blood?" she asked herself, cursing herself for not taking any of the artificial blood with her.

At least martine had answered her and agreed that they had to develop an antidote.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours as she stood there avoiding the eyes of the police officers and staring at her watch. It was only when she heard what appeared to be the bars of each section opening that she stood up, hoping it was Rodriguez. ,, That's just his lawyer," one of the policemen said casually and she was about to sit down again when someone else came towards her. Milo.

But what caught her eye was the missing walking stick and the shiny silver flask in his hand. His gaze was on the policemen before it was on her. There was no love there, rather there seemed to be a desire. A desire for her blood.

But there was no red in his eyes, he seemed so far normal. He looked handsome and beautiful no longer sick as he once was. And just like Michael, he seemed incredibly engaging and hypnotic. As with any vampire beauty comes at the price of another life. ,, Oh Y/n what are you doing here?" he asked softly as he came to a stop in front of her.

She knew she had to watch what she said. She knew he must have taken it, there was no way around it. But whether he had drunk blood, she prayed he had not. ,, I went to pick up some of my things from the police, they had taken some. I'm really glad to be back," she said, trying desperately to keep her heartbeat steady. It only made her more nervous.

His gaze seemed to pierce her. ,, Sure, you seem a little nervous, how about we get some fresh air," he suggested. Her gaze slid to the policemen, but they were no longer paying any attention to her. Nodding, she agreed even though everything inside her was screaming to get away from him. ,, You seem better," she said and tried to get something from him.

After they had stepped out of the prison, the night air came around them. It was cool and goose bumps formed on her skin. ,, Yes, you could say a miracle has happened," he said briefly and his gaze was on her again. ,, I'm glad to hear that," she replied briefly and somehow tried to calm down. ,,Tell me what happened on the ship?" he asked and she stopped.

Fear and nervousness entered her body. ,, What happened? The mercenaries went crazy," she lied and it took all her strength not to retreat. ,, You lie, Y/n, I can hear it in your treacherous heart. You smell of blood since you got off the ship," he said darkly and she saw his fangs flashing. ,, What have you done?" came incredulously from her lips as the truth hit like a blow. Disbelief and shock were in her gaze. ,, You-you killed Katrine," she stated, only to be met with an enchanted grin. ,, Caught," he quipped and came towards her.

She could have run, screamed, cried but her body would not react. ,, Clever girl," he praised and a shiver ran through her. The voice sounded darker, more vicious, more vengeful. The monster had emerged. The once beautiful appearance gave way to a mysterious monster.

She was still standing there, wreathed in fear, not knowing what to do. She would not be able to escape him anyway. ,, Milo, I can help you," she tried slowly, but was only met with rejection. ,, I don't think I want any help, Y/n," he said. His claw-like hand ran over the stone building next to them, leaving deep furrows.

Suddenly he stopped and his gaze went to the sky. Did he hear something? she asked herself, trying to grasp it, but for her there was only the sound of the city. ,, There you are at last," he said and Y/n knew it wasn't meant for her. She felt a breeze behind her before the ground vibrated briefly. ,, What have you done to yourself?" said Michael, who was standing behind her.

She saw his orange prison jumpsuit and noticed the dark stains on the top. She didn't have to think, she knew it was blood and that was what worried her. ,, I have evolved just like you, my old friend," Milo said and showed his fangs in a grin. ,, This is insane, you can't just kill people," Michael said and took a few steps towards his friend. ,, Insane then," Milo said as if he was thinking about the words. ,, Say who slaughtered the mercenaries like animals, it wasn't me," he reminded Michael. ,, He killed Katrine, Michael," Y/n said to her derigent. ,, Milo, let me help you," Michael tried after casting a sympathetic glance at his heart. I want your help but I am not meant to rule no we are meant to rule!" his temper changed and it happened.

It was almost too quick to catch and all Y/n felt was a cool quick breeze. As if the two were moving too fast again and leaping out of the smoke or shadows. Only when it was over did she see what seemed to have happened. Where Milo and Michael had just been standing there were cracks and the ground had risen up by sheer force of the two. She thought she could still feel the vibration in the floor. It was overwhelming.

But they were gone and she knew there was nothing she could do but pray and hope that Michael would return. And so she did, waiting in the dark night in her home, not taking her eyes from the door or the windows for fear the wrong vampire would come through and kill her for what she was carrying. Blood.

[princeharbinger]

The sun sees ruins of old that have long been forgotten.

The decay of the land that lays desolate and rotten.

Beauty can be seen from the sheen of her rays.

No eyes lie praise amongst the living these days.

For those of haste with wasteful tongues, bicker bitter words of envy.

Blot out their eyes for those that despise my fall and my rise for tears shed their eyes.

For as I was in your beginning,

I shall to be in your end.

From the dust of the earth, you were birthed.

To the dust return all the accursed of no worth.

The faithful live for eternity.

While the faithless perish eternally.

My light can bring joy, and my light can bring pain.

How you decide to walk in life will be judged by my flame.

Prince Harbinger.

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[blackfurcoat93]

Morbius Loxias Crown Coat with Hood

CLICK TO SHOP THIS MATT SMITH BLACK COTTON MORBIUS LOXIAS CROWN COAT WITH HOOD

[firelance2361]

Crown Character Roster

Just a roster I did for a prequel idea that I had for Morbius. I know it’s probably gonna get a lot if flack, but don’t go hating on it, please.

So, anyway, my idea pretty much centers around a neo-gothic/horror inspired storyline involving the character of Loxias Crown/Hunger, who in this iteration, is the ancestor of Milo Morbius/Lucien Crown.

[Basically in the mid Gregorian Era of London, in a city full of religious panic, a troubled young girl named Ananym turned to witchcraft and cursed Loxias Crown with vampirism to slay the people of London who she saw fit to die. Soon Loxias was locked away in a silver coffin and buried in the farthest parts of the country.

Centuries later, in the early 1990’s, a woman named Katherine Ainsley-Jones is sent to help clear out the Crown Family estate, along with a local priest named Fr. Andrew Prentiss. Soon, Katherine finds something that leads to the accidental unearthing of Loxias’ coffin. The only problem: he’s not the only monster in this city. Soon Loxias, Katherine, and Fr. Andrew find themselves in a plot to literally stop all hell from breaking loose on earth.]

I know the idea seems kind of crazy, but if you ask me, with the proper execution, (and a R-Rating), this kind of idea could actually be a pretty interesting and mature storyline that could help the Sony Marvel Universe stand out from its MCU counterpart.

IDK, let me know what you guys think. Hope you like it!

[alonglistofbirds]

[2111/11056] Cassia crossbill - Loxia sinesciuris

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Passeroidea Family: Fringillidae (true finches) Subfamily: Carduelinae (cardueline finches)

Photo credit: Aidan Brubaker via Macaulay Library

[sugiichi]

Loxia curvirostra [イスカ,Common Crossbill]

冬鳥のはずのイスカに会うことが出来ました🎉

[birdblues]

Red Crossbill

[zaireetoo-draws]

The Pythia

(and her god)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The last sound of love

Warning : angst, blood, tw death, emotional, hurt/comfort

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She knew that she was a target. For Milo she was easy to get. All three knew that, but the question was would the vampire dare. As soon as the door closed she felt how nervous she was without Michael. Whether it was because her conductor was gone or their hearts weren't beating in unison, she didn't know. But what she did know was that Michael was always watching her...or so she hoped. The short echon of the door had faded away and beside the everlasting seconds ticking of the clock it was deadly quiet in her room. No noise and no words only the silence.

Alone and only the darkness around her. Alone with the darkness around her, everything seemed all the more threatening. The dreams especially the last one made her particularly worried. She could see it clearly in her mind's eye. The burned Milo slaughtered and lost in the fight against his best friend. Michael, who she still didn't know if he had killed her or if it was Milo after all. And she herself with the deep bleeding wound at her side.

Goosebumps formed at the thought and she tore herself away from her seat. She went to her record player and tried to calm herself one last time as if she knew it was the last time with her favorite symphony. While the gentle stroking and plucking as well as the guided notes sounded, she went a few meters further to her kitchen. She took a simple glass of water which was soothing for her dry throat. She was glad Michael hadn't broken her neck or crushed her windpipe. It seemed even as a monster he still couldn't be sure whether to spare her or suck her dry.

Greedily she drank the glass and was about to refill it when out of the corner of her eye she noticed something flitting quickly. Immediately there was tension in her body and she stepped away from the compressed kitchen area into the more open living room area. Her eyes darted from window to window as fast as she could see. She knew that even if it was Michael, she would not spot or recognize him.

What she did see was the infinite darkness at her window. It was as if the bat's wings had wrapped around them and no light could pass through. She knew that Michael would have already come in, but she hoped that he was outside flying around to protect her. A foolish but human lie. She felt it the short but quick cool breeze. Just like Michael...and Milo. But before she knew what was coming there was a clang and a rattle. The window that was opposite her was broken and the reason for it emerged from the shadowy fog. ,,Milo" his name came over her lips and she hid her fear behind a mask of composure and calm.

She was even more worried that the window had been broken after he entered. Another proof of his speed as well as his greater strength. ,, Hello Y/n," he said, and she could hear the mock niceness behind it. The cold of the night came in from outside and gave her goosebumps again.

A brief smirk came to his lips as he seemed to take in her condition. ,,Cold?" he asked, almost amused, ,, A little, I mean my window," she said quickly. Milo looked behind him and made a dismissive gesture. ,, There are...worse things than a broken window Y/n" he said and took a step towards her. She didn't want to retreat, she wanted to be strong, but when her mind made it clear that she was nothing compared to him, she took a step back. But the worst thing was her heart. No matter what she tried she could not calm down.

Where are you Michael? she thought desperately and gripped the glass tighter. ,,Y/n say, you don't happen to know where Michael is? " he asked, eyeing her from top to bottom. Her heartbeat seemingly stopped for a moment as his eyes lingered on her neck and went back to her eyes. But his eyes were not dark, they were blood red. ,, No, I don't know, I haven't seen him in a while" she lied and she knew he saw through her. But it didn't matter, she knew that the only thing she could do was to wait until Michael came back.

Again he came closer and held out his hand. Fear was in her gaze as she realized where he wanted to reach. She lunged and threw the glass at him, of course, a futile desperate attempt. The glass was intercepted by him and thrown back at a speed she had not seen. It had missed her head extra, but she winced as it rattled against the wall behind her. She looked behind her and saw the glass lying on the floor.

A choked sound escaped her as Milo grabbed her by the neck and jerked her against the wall. Trapped like in front of the mirror only she looked into the face of her tormentor and not into that of herself or Michael. ,, You are brave...I like that" he said slowly and she heard the beast's desire behind it. Whether he wanted her or her blood was probably the same for him. His hand on her neck did not loosen and her hands, full of life, clawed at his wrist to get him away.

But it was nothing but desperation. ,, So you don't know where Michael is and what is this?" he said softly at first and then with such a threatening coolness that she was afraid he would break her neck here and now. Instead, his hand left her neck and, with fury behind it, tore the bandage from her neck. She suppressed a panicked sound and turned her head away to hide the bite wound. ,, Look at me!" he ordered Y/n, but she did not obey his command.

She would try anything to buy time for Michael. When she felt his cold hands painfully on her jaw and her head was turned in his direction, she saw his blood red eyes again. ,, He bit you and yet you still love him why?" he asked and his fingers ran over the still unhealed wound. She tried to look away again, but he held her even tighter. ,, He doesn't see me as an object or prey. He loves me for who I am and what I am. He is my heart and I am his. Something you will never have," she said and saw how something seemed to break inside him.

As if she had made something clear to him that he was trying to suppress. But he didn't answer, instead his fingers increased the pressure on the wound and she suppressed a cry and inhaled sharply. ,,He was so brutal, almost careless, you slept together, didn't you ? He was driven by greed when he sank his teeth into your throat, wasn't he? " came the rhetorical question and she didn't quite know what he was getting at. ,,Let me help you and in return you scream his name for me, I want him to hear you, do you understand?" he asked and she had an anxious fearful expression on her face before she felt a sharp but incredibly painful and ripping pain. ,,Michael!" she screamed, whether it was a result of his command or because she couldn't take it any longer, she didn't know, but it hardly helped to suppress the pain.

He was more brutal and reckless, he was a monster and she felt his teeth digging deeper than Michael's. It was as if he was going to kill her. As if he wanted to make her his. It seemed to take an eternity until she felt him almost agonizingly slowly detaching himself from her neck. ,, You taste so incredible," he murmured, but seemed to hold himself back from going to her neck again. He came closer to her his lips were still slightly stained with her blood and she felt the warm blood running down her neck. Since he had let go of her jaw, she turned her head away from him as he came closer and tried to kiss her.

She could hear the growl as his fingernails grew longer and sharper, his eyes seemingly even darker before his fist landed next to her head in the wall causing a deep dent and crack. ,, It seems he can't hear you, just try a little louder," he said and she knew his patience was over and her time was almost up. ,, No," she said and shook her head slightly. To her surprise, he let go of her before saying, ,, Yes you will," before she felt an even deeper and worse pain at her side. It was only a fraction of a second but it was enough for the vampire to cut her side with his claws. Instantly the blood stained her fabric before it dripped to the floor. And she screamed, but she did not scream for Michael.

Her trembling left hand moved to her right side and pressed on the wound. More pain flooded through her and she tried to find support on the wall behind her. Her bloody hands, however, found no support and she slid to the floor. Another cry of pain escaped her as she hit the floor and tears gathered in her eyes. Before they flowed down her cheek with a blink. ,, Such a waste," she heard him mutter, knowing that he was referring to her blood. He knelt down in front of her and put a finger under her chin to lift her head and look at him. ,, I'll make a deal with you either you call for him or I'll make you mine and we'll rule the world together you as my queen" he said his deal and her heartbeat stopped again.

She didn't want him to make her a vampire. She wanted it from Michael. She knew she couldn't stand to be by his side and look over a world knowing that he had killed Michael, he was insane. But she also knew that she would die in a few minutes and only the transformation could save her.

A painful whimpering mixed with a desperate sob was heard from her. ,, Desperation hurts, doesn't it?" she heard Milo say, standing up and looking down at her. ,, So your answer," he said, leaning down and stroking her head before wiping away a tear and going to her neck. ,, Together forever you and I" she heard him say and she knew what to choose.

She took a breath but coughed slightly because of the pain before she said, ,, Michael ". It was weak and barely more than a soft call, but she knew it would be enough. It had to be done, because her time was about up. She saw Milo looking at her angrily and dismissively, but removed his hand from her neck. Instead Instead, he picked her up and she made a pained sound before he said, ,, Did you hear that Michael, she wants to die for you, come and get her" before she felt a breeze and the cool night was around her. Her eyes grew heavy, her side ached and she noticed the blood still running out. It only took a few moments before Milo landed on the roof of a tall building as far as she could tell.

He carried her to about the middle before laying her on the ground. ,, I could have made you my queen... I could have loved you" he said and she heard him take it that she had not chosen him. She coughed and tasted the metallic taste in her mouth. Bittersweet irony in everything. ,, No, you have only brought me death," she said to him before he turned away with a last look and disappeared. Now she was alone and she noticed her irregular breathing and gasping for air. The bite wound on her neck was deeper than she had assumed and was still dripping from it. Her body felt heavy and everything around her seemed to slowly become quieter and colder. But inside she was terrified, scared out of her mind. ,, Michael...help me" she said weakly and tears ran down her face before they mixed with the blood.

Her eyes closed but she was still conscious, she could still feel the cold, the roar of the cars, her own irregular heartbeat, everything. Even the breeze and her footsteps that followed. ,, Y/n my heart" she heard him say before he gently lifted her with caution. His voice was brittle and full of shock, he knew as well as she did that it was her end. ,, Michael," she said weakly, trying to give him a smile, which only led to a wince and a painful hiss. ,, Don't move, everything will be fine, I promise," he reassured her and his one free hand, which was not on her neck, gently rested on her cheek.

,, I'm sorry, everything will be all right," he assured her, and she felt her heartbeat slow down, both because of her fading life and because of him. ,, No, it won't, we both know that," she countered, seeing the broken look on his face. He bent down to her and gave her the last kiss. The last kiss of their common symphony of love.

The love between a vampire and a human and yet it was indescribably loving. She bit his lip lightly and could taste the metallic taste again shortly after as he pulled back. ,, So that's what it feels like," she said softly and slowly reached out a hand to him.

One last time she stroked a strand of black hair from his face. ,, Use me against him so you can win," she told him the last thing she could give him before her hand left his cheek and fell powerlessly to the floor. ,,I love you Michael". ,,I love you too my heart" was the last thing they said to each other before she closed her eyes with the image of her love before he sucked her blood.

She could still faintly feel how she was getting weaker with each passing second and minute. But at that moment, it was okay. Dying for someone you love was a good way to die. The only thing she regretted was not spending more time with Michael.

And yet she remembered all the beautiful and loving moments. She had experienced love and it was wonderful. Thank you Michael she thought and the darkness came over her like an old friend. But this time she was looking forward to it. Because she knew she would meet Michael in the castle and together they would be there for each other in eternity. And the flickering of the candles would be their only witnesses. Because in death they were together for eternity. And so the symphony ended with a last beat of her heart.

[princeharbinger]

There is no path. Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of dark...

In 1910 stock broker William Porter built the colossal granite mansion “Foxcroft” on the top of Fox Hill, selected for the commanding views it afforded. In 1911, while traveling back to New York after a weekend at Foxcroft, Porter was killed in an automobile accident. He was survived by his wife Ruth Halliwell Porter, who was returning from a European vacation aboard the Lusitania at the time of the crash.

In 1913, Ruth married Warren Van Slyke and renamed their part-time retreat the Van Slyke Castle. When Warren died in 1925, Ruth moved to the castle permanently and remained there until her death in 1940. On March 1, 1949, the Castle was purchased by Celeste and Robin MacFadden, who subsequently sold to Suzanne S. Christie on July 2, 1951. Between 1951 and 1962, Suzanne S. Christie was to become Suzanne S. O’Sullivan then Suzanne Noyes Brussel. As strange as it may seem, Suzanne (who was the sole owner) abandoned the mansion between husbands, and left it to the mercy of the elements. In 1959, the magnificent structure was reduced to ruins in a fire of undetermined origin.

On August 18, 1978, Suzanne Brussel sold the ruins to Bruce Ademski of the Ademski and Van Saun Home Improvement Company. Ademski then subdivided the 15.9 acre parcel into three 5 acre lots. On February 22, 1980 the State of New Jersey filed a “Declaration of Taking;” which informed Ademski that his lots would soon be seized by the NJDEP at a non-negotiable price. Shortly after the receipt of this document, Ademski’s lots became part of Ramapo Mountain State Forest.

In the early part of the 20th century, Clifford MacEvoy purchased about 2600-acres of what would become Ramapo Mountain State Forest. In 1976 the area became state lands using Green Acres and federal funds. The majority of Park acreage was conveyed by the trustee of the Clifford MacEvoy estate to the State of New Jersey to be included as part of the existing Ramapo State Forest.

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[birdstudies]

September 11, 2023 - Scottish Crossbill (Loxia scotica) These finches are found in the pine forests of northern Scotland. They mainly eat seeds from the Scots pine, using their distinctive bills to pry them out of the cones, and also feed on other tree seeds, blossoms, buds, and shoots, along with some invertebrates. Breeding from January to June, females build large, bulky cup-shaped nests from twigs, heather, grass, plant fibers, moss, animal hair, and feathers in the upper levels of pine trees, sometimes with assistance from males. They incubate the eggs alone, but both parents care for the chicks.

[kou-fuk]

FUK&OKA

福岡空港のスリーレターコード「FUK」ってやばいよねw

[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Red Crossbill

Photo: Tom Murray

"These stubby little nomads are often first detected by their hard kip-kip callnotes as they fly overhead in evergreen woods. Red Crossbills in North America are quite variable, from small-billed birds that feed on spruce cones to large-billed ones that specialize on pines. Scientists have long puzzled over how to classify these different forms. New research suggests that there may be as many as eight different full species of Red Crossbills on this continent. Slight differences in callnotes are apparently enough to keep them from mixing, and several kinds may occur in the same area without interbreeding."

- Audubon Field Guide

[blackthornass]

Hi hello fellow Dalinar enthusiast here, I need you to know that your post about Dalinar eating pork has embedded itself in my bloodstream and I just made the best pork chops I've ever made for dinner, and ate it via stabbing with a knife and repeatedly saying "good pork." Enough so that my partner (who has only read through WoR and doesn't like the series) got suspicious and said "who the fuck in the cosmere eats pork like that" so I played him the audiobook clip from OB ch. 19, and he got so exasperated he had to go sit on the balcony and smoke a Small Bowl Of Weed. I hope you're having a divine evening king. Winds bless u.

Glad it’s not just me haunted by the specter of Dalinar going “good pork” every time I eat good pork

[sugiichi]

Loxia curvirostra [イスカ,Common Crossbill]

真っ赤な子もいました💯