Teddybear

Bird wings and wolf eyes, green eyes and long coats, sun hats and fangs. This is her life now. Perhaps she will survive. Perhaps not.

Zita's on the run, and it's unlikely to go as planned.

Fangs and sun hats.

Emily's friends.

A runaway with broken wings. Literally.

Zita might have just found a home. Emily has no chill.

Emily will not let Zita sleep. Kivvien is back.

Who knows what comes next. Emily continues to have no chill.

Nightmares are more than they appear. Of course, Zita can't tell, but whatever.

Training is a whole lot of fun. Haha, just kidding, we all want to die.

A trip to the hidden library leads to something Zita didn't know she was expecting.

A little game, a few more spells, may the best team win.

This is loosely based on my own coming out story, so try to focus on the poetry and not the story they tell, m'kay?

How describe?!?!

Kivvien knits. There's a /little/ squabble. Oh! Look! Zita's wings are hurt again. So surprising. Can we cut them off now?