#and purged mutliple times

[fairies-anonymous-co]

in the 4000s as the reverentians started to truly take hold of the pyerlinds and the airlands, when they slaughtered all the mixlings they found in the pyerlinds, resistence came from some hunters who rebelled but also from a half werewolf half angel known only as feathers.

Feathers’ story starts in 3998 when the man posing as whiteraw at the time got the angel of pride drunk. The drunk angel quickly flew past the limits of his temple, he found a reclusive woman and raped her, and left as soon as he had come. She give birth to what she thought was a daughter 9 months later. She named feathers Natalie, a name that feathers would grow to dispise. His wings would only grow in once he was about 4 years old. His first memories of his mother became those of the reclusive woman muttering “feathers, feathers, feathers”. Feathers’ mother was a werewolf, she was one of the few werewolves that were proud of it, and she hated her daughter for bringing his purity and angelity into her household. She abused him for his entire life with her, and after many years of fending for himself Feathers thought finding his father might fix his mind. He flew into the temple of light and after being directed from servant to servant and being forced into a sauna and a massage he finally found his way to the angels. He found the angel of pride and with hope in his eyes he spoke to his father for the first time.

“Hey, uh, dad.”

“Hey Girlie I don’t think mixlings like you should be in here, enjoy the servants though.”

The angel refused to be talked to any more than that, and ultimately Feathers gave up. He heard that Aucgu had a university where anyone could learn how to help, and heal. Here he finally adopted the name Feathers, knowing that he would never be able to rely on his family to love him, and that all he could get from them was their hatred. By 4023 he became one of the greatest doctors to heal without the aid of magic, and recieved mutliple surgeries from Aucgu, granting him a flat chest and a functioning member. The academia wasn’t enough for him though, so he thought he would  visit his mother again.

She refused to see him. He left. While trying to collect food for himself again he spotted a fellow werewolf eating something, and started to talk to him. The werewolf was shy but responded. Then the werewolf got an arrow through the head, Feathers got hit in the leg and could only escape by virtue of his wings. The hunt had only begun. Feathers started to preempt any purges happening in the pyerlands. He was rarely successful but those wolves, witches, and other mixlings that he could save became part of his pack, and followed them for their entire life. This general routine followed him until the 4300s when the hunt intensified with the introduction of powder weapons, and the hunters started to go insane with their battles. Feathers’ pack swelled to 30-40 members, including even an imrer who followed them to cronicle their happening. Feathers lead them by virtue of his wings and ability to see anything of interest to the pack. He was lead by Rogarbin’s crows, of which he learned from Aucgu. He maintained good relationships with his pack and even found some romantic partners in his ranks. By the later 4300s/early 4400s the hunts had become earth scorching battles where entire villages could be burned in the name of purity. At one point Feathers’ pack was able to withhold a whole hunter army from a villiage and the whitraw of the time sent a letter to Feathers, declaring that they would have a head on battle to end the hunt or to end the resistance. So it was the year 4432 that Feathers destroyed nearly all of the appointed hunters but lost every single member of his pack in the battle of Harroghhill, including the monogamous throuple he was part of at the time. Before he was shot through the head he begged for the survival of the mixlings and the pure, he begged for the hunt. And the hunt was over.