A man is hidden in a peculiar forest untouched by humans, where the animals and plant-life thrive. He keeps a watchful eye to make sure the peace isn't disturbed when one day, a young woman is found venturing his world. He is unsure what to make of...
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The blissful warmth of sunlight graced Y/N's S/C skin, shining down onto her face and folded arms, which she had rested on throughout the night, breaking her out of her peaceful rest. Groggily, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and squints as she peers down. The girl panicked after seeing the massive drop below and quickly leaned away from the opening of the nest with a hand over her frantic heart. It takes a moment for her to settle down after the scare.
'Well, that's one way to wake up in the morning.' Sighing, she lies back against the floor cushioned by mountains of feathers and stares up at the ceiling, where she could see some owls slumbering inside smaller nests built into higher parts of the sphere. A few let out quiet sounds, while outside, she could hear the morning birds singing their cheerful song. By turning her head to the side, Y/N finally takes notice of the man who had been beside her, who is still in his birdlike form. Owen's knees are tucked to his chest, while his large wings shield his entire body, including his head.
The only part she could see of him, really, are the sharp talons of his feet. He blended well amongst the feathers and sticks, especially since he sat so still. The human hums, having never seen him sleep before, then takes notice of the cloak beneath her. Sitting up, she pulls it out from under her to examine the cloth in depth. It seems very well made, each feather skillfully woven into the fabric to prevent any from falling out, and if she had to guess, most of them came from him.
She recognized their texture and matched their colors as she ran her fingers over the heavy cloak. He certainly has soft feathers, and they're so simple, yet beautiful all the same. Smiling, Y/N looks over at Owen again to contemplate waking him up, but she didn't wish to disturb his sleep, assuming that he is nocturnal, like most owls, and had stayed up most of the night. There isn't much to keep her occupied, however, and she certainly couldn't get down by herself without dying, so she figures it might be better to go back to sleep for a while longer. Y/N uses a hand to block the sun from getting into her eyes as she seeks a more shady spot to sleep.
It is darker near the back of the nest and on the sides of the opening, where Owen is resting. Not wanting to risk getting into a fight with a territorial owl, she picks herself up and quietly lies beside him in his shadow, using his cloak as a blanket to keep warm. The human then looks up at the creature encased in those big, feathery wings and wonders if he's even comfortable sleeping like that. She clears the thought from her head before shutting her eyes and going back to sleep, which didn't take very long.
About an hour later, Owen awoke, his clawed feet digging into the twigs and feathers on the floor before opening his large, orange eyes. The orbs roll in his skull a bit in a daze as he unfolds his wings and lifts his head from his knees, stretching the limbs upward only to be assaulted by the sunlight. Groaning, he spins himself around to where his back would face the ball of light before getting back into his sleeping position, but he stops before completely covering himself with his wings. He blinks a few times and perks his head to view the sleeping girl at his feet and hums. He had completely forgotten about her being here.
