Newt uttered unsure tones as he spoke, "W-well.. Now that you're a bit m-more healthy, I would like to l-learn more about your Wingspan.. Flight capability, dynamics, maybe I can l-link them to a species I know!" He seemed a bit more confident with the last part, but you don't know how he needs do do things, which proves to be unnerving when he quickly, albeit kindly guides you to an enclosure since your wings were so big to spread them fully.
Once you step into the room, the entire environment had changed right before you, to a saturated, cold air that accentuated the darkened magical weather being swirled slowly by the main feature of the new habitat; A gigantic avian creature veiled in glimmering feathers and talons of golden shades hovering in still flight as it slowly descends towards you and Newt- Amber eyes affixed on you, curious yet suspicious.
Newt quickly steps forward with his hands raised as the creature lands, sending a quick zephyr that forces you backwards slightly as you grasp the brim of your hat to keep it firmly to your head. "Frank! I-it's fine, she won't hurt you, be still.." Newt reassures the avian, pressing his palms gently to the creature's beak, and soon his forehead too before drawing back towards you with a hand extended out, beckoning you over to learn what the man had to speak of.
As you walk over, Newt begins to speak of the 'Thunderbird' in quite some detail of how he met the creature bound in Egypt to traffickers and the bond him and Frank had; he then beckons both you and the avian towering over you to meet, in which it makes the first move forward, forcing you to flinch softly before preparing yourself to take a step too.
You slowly walk forward, and then with a caring touch, you press your fingers onto the creature's beak without issue, before sliding both palms to the rough surface of the beak and closing your eyes somewhat at the cool sensation. A residual spark from the bird's storm hits a single feather on the avian, lighting up in a spectacular fashion of golden hues before the admirable arc surges along the feathers straight onto you, flaring up your own wings with a soft silver light as your irises flicker a blue lined with amber colour for you to shiver...
Trembling softly to the creature now pressing its beak against your hands, letting you see the beautiful creature in its finest; your eyes moisten moderately, and then reduce you to gentle tears you can't explain, emotion that wasn't yours.. A storm's eye, hidden by its complex exterior. Newt is awestruck at the sight of your sudden tears as you pull away from the thunderbird, and has only few words for you: "What in M-merlin's beard..?".
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Not Just An Animal (Newt Scamander x Reader)
FantasyYou are y/n l/n, and you never got treated with the respect that others had, no, you were not privileged with such pleasantries, being different from the rest. You, were a genetic amalgam, a hybrid of many things. Fate is a mysterious thing that can...
