#coyote feather

[redfurrycat]

[Hangman and Rooster on their way to their F-18, ready to show the new batch of Top Gun students who the best of the best are.]

Jake: Say, Bradshaw, ready to show the peanut gallery who the better pilot is?

Bradley, remembering traumatic childhood/teenagehood/adulthood memories of Icemav asking each other *that*: Nope. I know better than to answer that question, Seresin.

Jake: That’s right, Rooster. Because you already know I’m the best. I have great eggs-pectations from you though…. You may be able to giv' me hell.

Bradley, arching an eyebrow at the pun: Chicken puns. How original.

Jake, *grinning*: Best of cluck! I’ll save some hen-kerchiefs for when you lost.

(Bradley rolls his eyes and speed-struts to his fighter jet.)

Jake, *speaking softly*: Mmmmmh. Hate to see you go. Love watching you leave.

Javy (who was here the whole time, like a stealth pilot): I’d say if you like him so much then you should put a wing on it, but truth is I think you've fried your chances.

Jake, beginning to laugh before registering what he said: Javier Esteban Ramon Kristóbal Machado, you did not just…?! 

*Coyote’s howling*

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[wuzhere75]

Fighting the habit of turning every creature into an abyssal zone eel snake

[vicekillx]

Dust to Dust

Finally clearing this piece off my queue after waaaaay too long lol. A more finished take on this piece for doniago The fixative almost ate this one but i managed to save it, and prove to myself that I am not cut out to be an art restorer LOL Character (c) doniago Art (c) VicekillX 12x18 graphite and white charcoal on toned paper

Posted using PostyBirb

[rustandsky]

Finished Witch YCH commission for the sweetest MoonlitCoyote!

[the-lonelyshepherd]

how does one come up w/ stuff like this genuine question

need to study your brain........ gimme👹👹

chronic daydreamer 🔥🔥🔥🔥

escapismpilled🐺🐺🐺🐺

cowboye 😎😎😎😎

i wanted to make a comic of this little storyline but it would take like. forever. just like the sister dying part. ughhhh i hate it they make me ill….. she’ll never be your little sister you’ll never get her back and you have to accept that

[sagehaubitze]

Faithful watchers.

[foxymoronart]

A man without honor is hardly a man at all

[thegreatbuttoneer]

Okay so my bedroom walls are basically an art gallery/visual record of my insanity

I am not a sane person TM

[pocketoon]

trigun anthros but wolfwood isnt a wolf hes a coyote and vash is a freaky little jackrabbit that goes wolpertinger mode for his plant powers idk idk idk

[starfeatheratelier]

This was an interesting premade that had some really unique fur used. The lighter coral color was genuine tissavel, a pretty hard to find fur these days. The suit was themed around a southwestern desert sunrise.

[piplupod]

okay. a couple beetle casings on the fur edging on the drum but idk how old they are so 😭 I don't feel so crazy or like I'm just being paranoid at least LMAO

[ajplushiearchive]

[bambeliowon]

modern technology gives me such weird thoughts. we are animals. humans started in the wild just like every other animal and then we made the idea of the wild and civilized and even though we weren’t wild like before, we live in tandem to. we were still drawn to it, it was still a part of our lives. we still sought the smell of the fresh air and the flora and when we looked at the fauna we still saw ourselves no matter how much we tried to act like we were made different. nature raised us like it raised everything else. we are animals and we are wild. like i’m still the same as the people that live in caves and the people who traveled for food and the people who made rudimentary farms and then learned and grew and developed. and we all were raised by nature.

and like sometimes i look at how removed just natural processes are becoming in our modern word and it feels weird because of much of a growing necessity its becoming. because i think about how societies existed before and we lived and those things weren’t even a concept and i don’t know what my point is but it’s just a feeling in me that’s just…

humans are animals. i’m an animal. i’m a child of nature. i wanna go touch grass now.

[ericheyanne01]

Blessed and beautiful fall day in Cades Cove 🙏🏼✨🍂

[ruerecs]

𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑣.

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN.

secret wife by @ddejavvu

the beanery by @callsign-peach

left at the alter by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

watermelons by @promisingyounglady

loving you is easy by @thewulf

start the year right by @theharddeck

when jake met polly by @honkytonk-hangman

TAKE A BITE by @dearsnow

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW.

valentines S.O.S by @bellaireland1981

for you i'd wait forever by @katsu28

carolina? by @senawashere

angel in the infield by @bradshawssugarbaby

between friends by @sometimesanalice

NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE.

THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU by @moonlight-prose

call out our names by @lenafromthenordiccoven

let your senses guide you by @topguncortez

nat discovers your nipple piercings by @sehnsuchts-trunken

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD.

'cause you're so smooth by @bussyslayer333

pretend by @attapullman

four eyes by @promisingyounglady

i got chills, they're multiplying by @deakyjoe

deserve it by @withahappyrefrain

i'm not sorry

it's inevitable

by @drabbles-mc

BIRDS OF A FEATHER by @dearsnow

shopping lists by @sebsxphia

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO.

bones, hearts & marriages by @hangmanssunnies

and i want to make her mine by @beyondthesefourwalls

BRADLEY 'N' JAKE.

it's to you i will always return by @blue-aconite

up the ante by @sometimesanalice

no keying cars by @foreverrandomwritings

why not forever? by @roosterforme

thick thighs save lives by @ddejavvu

[yandere-daydreams]

Sphinx!Xiao, who finds you stranded in the desert after your research group gets separated. A pack of wild coyote hybrids thought to be amicable, if not friendly towards humans attacked your camp in the middle of the night and sent you running aimlessly into the sand plains without time to gather food or water, let alone distress flares. By the time you stumble onto a wind-beaten temple, you're freezing, dehydrated, and exhausted. You barely have the strength to drag yourself up the meager steps and through the degraded doorway before you collapse on the sandstone floor, only able to hope that, by some miracle, a search party would be able to find you before you died of exposure. A search party doesn't find you, obviously, but Xiao does.

Sphinx!Xiao, who refuses to show himself for days. You only know he's there by the gifts he leaves you - cactus pears, palm dates, flasks of water and bitter wine that burns your throat as it goes down. It's not much, but it's enough to keep you alive, and you're too desperate to turn down anything he gives you. He's generous, too, giving you more than enough to get by while you're still in that state of bleary half-consciousness. You think he can tell that survival's not your area of expertise, that if you were left to your own devices, it'd only be a matter of time before you ate something poisonous or wandered into a bobcat den. That, or you're just pathetic enough to earn a few sand-covered blankets on top of the bare necessities.

Sphinx!Xiao, who lets you fawn over him with a purse-lipped scowl when you do finally manage to corner your elusive savior. You honestly just want to thank him, but once he's in front of you, you can't help grinning as you rake your fingers through the ivory feathers of his massive wings and scratch at the bases of his rounded ears. You've never so much as heard of a creature with both the wings and eyes of a bird-based hybrid and the legs, tail, and fangs of a cat-based hybrid, so you can't stop yourself from treating him like the eighth wonder of the world (unintended affection a touch-starved Xiao secretly basks in, not that you notice the pale blush painted across his skin while you're performing a remarkably thorough investigation on the color of his paw-pads).

Sphinx!Xiao, who stand-offish at best, reclusive at worst. He's clearly not used to having someone to talk to, his voice rough and his dialogue usually limited to one-word phrases or barked orders, but you can usually manage to string along your brief conversations on your own, either wondering aloud when you might be rescued or telling him about all the things you're going to do when you make it back to civilization. For every hour you spend fantasizing about baths and take-out and air conditioning, he spares a few words about himself. From what you can gather, he's a guardian of-sorts, meant to protect people like you from a threat he claims you couldn't begin to understand. You're not really in a place to question him, considering you didn't even know a hybrid like him could exist a few weeks ago.

Sphinx!Xiao, who also claims he's not allowed to 'meddle in human matters', meaning he can't help you beyond making sure you don't starve to death. You've asked him if he's seen anyone looking for you while hunting, but he's never given you a straight answer, and when you suggest that he just, say, put that twenty-foot wingspan to use and drop you off on the edge of the nearest town or village, he just scowls, rolls his eyes, refuses to say anything at all. You want to press the subject, sometimes, but you really can't afford to annoy him, to make yourself even more of an irritation to him than you already are. You wouldn't survive a day out here, on your own. You wouldn't survive without Xiao.

Sphinx!Xiao, whose gifts have been getting more... modern, recently. Luxuries are still few and far between, but you have a small store of canned food, now, a couple fleece blankets that don't seem at least a decade old, bits of scrap metal and glass that must've caught Xiao's eye. You try not to pry, not to turn down anything he gives you, but his most recent gift - a half-crushed, silver wedding band with an odd, scarlet stain you can't seem to polish away - hasn't seen the light of day since he dropped it into your hand.

Sphinx!Xiao, who keeps his wings wrapped around you as you sob into his shoulder and beat your fists against his chest. You're not in the temple anymore, dilapidated and open, but his den - a hellish, lightless cave filled to bursting with golden jewelry and century-old artifacts and scraps of metal and clothing that couldn't have come from anything but human travelers, from dozens upon dozens of people who could've saved you if he hadn't gotten in the way.

Sphinx!Xiao, who hums and coos and purrs as he rubs circles into your back, as he promises that he's not going to hurt you, that he's not going to let anything hurt you ever again.

Sphinx!Xiao, who's always been a guardian, first and foremost. It's just that now, he's decided it's his responsibility to guard you.