[The span of his wings is wide as they spread on a reflex he isn't wholly conscious of, beat softly - just once - in his own attempt to prevent a collision. Taloned hands spread wide, both to steady himself and in a helpless gesture of apology as he's thrust towards a Witch (apparently) who looks less than impressed. A far cry from the claims of the Monsters who'd pushed him over here to begin with.
They melt swiftly back into the thronging marketplace crowd as the Witch shoos them off, though Julian thinks he can feel their eyes on him as he furls his wings in close to his body, folds feathered arms across a broad, bare chest. Glimpsed from a distance, one would be forgiven for finding his new aspect forbidding; the gleam of dark feathers like spilled ink, the bloodied red sclera of one eye, razorblade glitter of teeth. But here, close up, the slight colour that blooms across his cheeks is quite discernible, as is the way his sharp teeth catch at his lip, an expression of open contrition.]
Well um, hello there. I'm ah, I'm sorry about all that. Quite determined, weren't they?
[And he runs a hand back through the dark crest of feathers that stand in place of hair.]
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They melt swiftly back into the thronging marketplace crowd as the Witch shoos them off, though Julian thinks he can feel their eyes on him as he furls his wings in close to his body, folds feathered arms across a broad, bare chest. Glimpsed from a distance, one would be forgiven for finding his new aspect forbidding; the gleam of dark feathers like spilled ink, the bloodied red sclera of one eye, razorblade glitter of teeth. But here, close up, the slight colour that blooms across his cheeks is quite discernible, as is the way his sharp teeth catch at his lip, an expression of open contrition.]
Well um, hello there. I'm ah, I'm sorry about all that. Quite determined, weren't they?
[And he runs a hand back through the dark crest of feathers that stand in place of hair.]