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Hidden behind a rusting armor, lies a Heart of Gold, with a raggedy used key inside a cage in it's Center the bird inside hears everything. The bird looks, Compares not himself, but answers given to him. He likes the simple life but cannot be satisfied with it. He hates the unknown but wants to explore it. He does not know, in the shadows of the animals surrounding him he can only see predators. The key seeming rusted from use no longer working, all the words of others mush into nothingness. The Heart of Gold has begun to slowly become infested with the poisons of the armor and the cage so much so that you can separate none of them. Yet some form of contentment is found in a life like that, a life easily to be ripped away from Bliss quickly yet the patch, horribly done as it is becomes more appealing. He watches. Holding a horribly formed Key Mold of his own creation sitting on the floor of his cage. He can only sit and wonder about the humidity given to him and to others. He wonders what he should do but he moves the armor anyway armor broken from years of " just waiting for more" he used the Box's and other molds given to him as ways to shape, to better understand, it is harsh living in reality like that. Crediting himself what the smallest discovery. Taking only minutes as his mind mercilessly refuses to stop correcting itself every half a second or maybe less. Refusing to be distracted but inevitably catch distracted quickly. He is bird. There are many of his kind. But he is bird that is all he needs to know he may know nothing not even his name but he is brid. Even if there are many like him that does not mean his value is any less then another bird. If they are many of him, many that have held purpose, different ones learning to function then he may one day too crack the gold, the cheap gold, and be only with his glass one with his glass one. Learning to live with it instead of just surviving with it. He can tell there's a difference in the two, but just what that may be is unknown much like all else in futures looking forward.

(unedited, I actually wrote this on the notes app of my phone)
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So this actually gave me an idea.

I wanna write a story about a mute.

Not just any mute.

A bird shifter. This will kinda serve as a third point of view, to the humanity he faces throughout the book.

This character will be

Aromantic.

But will be in a Queer platonic relationship. (or QPR) but just like all other bonds, there will be problems.

Because there are birds that leave Thier young in other species nest this will also be an issue the character faces. He most decide if he wants to allow his instincts to take over his life.

He will be born mute, he will have to come to terms with this as, his bird, who he loves to be as it makes him feel free, can 'sing' fueling his appreciation and hatred of music.

I've actually read lots of stories with mutes in them but sadly as most aren't born mute they usually just change for the benefit of the relationship.

That being said in my story he is and this will not change.

His QPR partner(s):

INPUT:

should he have,

A aro human female. ( aros get a lot of shit)

A male asexual. (who's alloromantic)

OR

an allosexual alloromantic birdshifter
(I think this one's important because It could call attention to his aroness without trying to change it and just appreciate normalizing it)

IF SO. I actually want to also incorporate some form of child or childish type relationship between the two.
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More input your thoughts,

A combo

Birdshifter relationship AND human! Man (alloRomantic ace) X AR0 birdshifter.

I was also thinking about Making it somewhat mentor-mentee/brothers. If I ended up scrapping the QPRs completely.

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