#hummingbirds and gila monster

[harlequinfrog]

i'm having some trouble with the fire line but here's the grass and water starters at least

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Heartcatch Pretty Cure! Characters as Mobians

💐🩷🌸🌎💙🌼🌊💛🌻☀️💜🌹🌕💐

Cures:

Tsubomi Hanasaki/Cure Blossom - Dark Magenta Butterfly/Bright Pink Butterfly

As Cure Blossom, she represents the flower, cherry blossom and the flower of the Earth

Erika Kurumi/Cure Marine - Dark Blue Octopus/Sky Blue Octopus

As Cure Marine, she represents the flower, daisy and the flower of the Oceans

Itsuki Myoudouin/Cure Sunshine - Brown Fox/Gold Fox

As Cure Sunshine, she represents the flower, sunflower and the flower of the Sun

Yuri Tsukikage/Cure Moonlight - Dark Purple Hedgehog/Lavender Hedgehog

As Cure Moonlight, she represents the flower, rose and the flower of the Moon

Faires:

Chypre - Cure Chao (Pink Brunfelsia Latifolia Flower Chao)

Fairy partner of Cure Blossom

Coffret - Cure Chao (Blue Morning Glory Flower Chao)

Fairy partner of Cure Marine

Potpourri - Cure Chao (Sunflower Flower Chao)

Born from the Tree of Hearts 

Fairy partner of Cure Sunshine

Cologne - Cure Chao (Purple Lily Flower Chao)

Former fairy partner of Cure Moonlight

Died during the battle against the Desert Apostle while trying to protect her. He is still watching over Yuri from the Tree of Hearts

Magical Allies:

Master Coupe - Giant Frog Cure Flicky (Ancient Flicky)/Crane Mobian

Former fairy partner of Cure Flower

Helped Cure Flower transform

A superior fairy who is greatly admired by other fairies such as Chypre and Coffret

His human alias is Sora Hanasaki

Mirage Pretty Cure:

Cure Blossom Mirage - Moth

Cure Marine Mirage - Horse

Cure Sunshine Mirage - Shiba Inu

Cure Moonlight Mirage - Porcupine

Aurelie/Cure Ange - Yellow Hummingbird/Golden Hummingbird

She is also the very first Pretty Cure to use a Heart Perfume and is suspected to be much more powerful than the current Pretty Cures.

She is the lover of the goddess, Hana Ange and the guardian of the Pretty Cure Palace

Hana Ange - Pink Butterfly Dragon

Is the third oldest of Vanessa’s sisters and is the spirit tied into the Tree of Hearts.

She is the Goddess of Flowers and Life.

Villians:

Dune - Green Scorpion

The actual leader of the Desert Apostles, who has been in deep sleep after he was defeated by Cure Flower.

Baron Salamander - Gila Monster

He is a lost member of the Desert Apostles and originally, the right hand man of Dune before Sabaku took his place.

He was eventually defeated 400 years ago by the very first Pretty Cure, Cure Ange, before being unsealed by Olivier.

Professor Sabaku/Hideak Tsukikage - Gray Tenrec/Brown Tenrec

The acting main villain in the series.

He is very mysterious, constantly keeping his face hidden beneath a mask.

Dark Pretty Cure - Dark Teal Tenrec

A mysterious woman who has powers very much like those of Pretty Cure, including her own Tact.

She was created by Professor Sabaku and resembles and acts like a Pretty Cure.

Kumojaki - Red Spider

The apparent leader of the three generals of the Desert Apostles.

Sabaku created Kumojaki by using the genes of a spider and the wilted Heart Flower of a young man aiming to become a professional martial artist.

His Heart Flower is a Achillea which means to fight.

Sasorina - Auburn Scorpion

The only female of the three generals of the Desert Apostles.

Sabaku created Sasorina by using the genes of a scorpion and the wilted Heart Flower of a nursery school teacher.

Her Heart Flower is a Katakuri which means withstand sadness and jealousy.

Cobraja - Navy Blue Cobra

The third member of the three generals of the Desert Apostles.

Sabaku created Cobraja by using the genes of a cobra and the wilted Heart Flower of a fashion coordinator.

His Heart Flower is a Japanese Rose which means beautiful sadness.

Family:

Youichi Hanasaki - Brown Crane

Tsubomi's father and son of Kaoruko.

Together with his wife Mizuki, he works in their own flower shop.

Mizuki Hanasaki - Red Burgundy Ladybug

Tsubomi's mother.

She, alongside her husband run the flowershop, Flower Shop Hanasaki in Kibougahana.

Futaba Hanasaki - Dark Magenta Ladybug

Tsubomi's younger sister.

Sora Hanasaki - Crane

Kaoruko's husband, Youichi's father, and Tsubomi's grandfather.

A bit after his son was born, he died.

Kaoruko Hanasaki/Cure Flower - Brown Butterfly/Pink Butterfly

Tsubomi's grandmother and mother of Youichi.

She is a famous botanist, and owner of Hanasaki Botanical Garden.

When she was younger she was Cure Flower.

Ryuunosuke Kurumi - Dark Blue Octopus

Erika’s father.

Because of his job as a famous photographer, he is often away from home, but still cares about his family.

Sakura Kurumi - Light Indigo Dolphin

Erika’s mother.

In the past, Sakura used to be a charismatic model.

Momoka Kurumi - Majorelle Blue Dolphin

Erika's older sister.

A famous charismatic model.

Her Heart Flower is a Dahlia which means splendour.

Tsubaki Myoudouin - Brown Fox

Itsuki’s mother and the daughter of principal Myoudouin Gentarou.

Satsuki Myoudouin - Brown Fox

Itsuki's older brother, who has a condition on which he can't walk properly.

His Heart Flower is a Chamomile which means to overcome hardship.

Gentarou Myoudouin - Gray Fox

Itsuki's grandfather.

He is also the principal of Myoudou Academy and the leader of the Myoudouin family's and town's local dojo.

Haruna Tsukikage - Brown Hedgehog

Yuri's mother and is the wife of Hideaki.

Her Heart Flower is a Rapa Blossom which means to be full of energy.

Supporting People:

Rumiko Kuroda - Light Brown Deer

She is a member of Erika's fashion club.

Toshiko Sakuma - Brown Lamb

She is a member of Erika's fashion club.

Sayaka Ueshima - Red Jackal

She is a first year at Myoudou Academy.

Captain of the girls Soccer Club.

Her Heart Flower is a Poinsettia which means a heart burning with passion.

Mao Ogasawara - Border Collie

Tennis partner to Ayumi.

Her Heart Flower is a Blue Star which means a trusting heart.

Ayumi Kumazawa - Brown Labrador Retriever

Tennis partner to Mao.

Akira Miura - Red Panda

His parents own the restaurant, Miura Ramen and he is a regular at Myoudou Academy's baseball club.

His Heart Flower is a Salvia which means familial love.

Kanae Tada - Brown Bat

Part of the photo club at Myoudou Academy.

Her Heart Flower is a Blackberry which means caring for others.

Obata - Brown Wolf

Studied under Tsubomi's father when he was still working as a professor.

His Heart Flower is a White Hyacinth which means a heart's peaceful love.

Yoshito Sakai - Red Echidna (has brown hair)

Masato and Yoshito are both intersted in martial arts.

His Heart Flower is a Digitalis which means burning passion.

Masato Sakai - Red Echidna (has brown hair)

Yoshito’s older brother and a classmate of Tsubomi and Erika.

Risa Shibata - Orca

She is Yuuto's girlfriend.

Her Heart Flower is a Tulip which means eternal love.

Yuuto Toshioka - Dark Violet Ox

A regular customer of Hanasaki Flower Shop.

He usually buys flowers for his girlfriend, Risa.

Nanami Shiku - Lioness

Acting mother for her household, in the absence of her late mother.

Her Heart Flower is a Carnation which means motherly love.

Rumi Shiku - Lioness Cub

Nanami's younger sister.

She is also best friends and schoolmates with Haruka.

Azusa Takagishi - Brown Minx

A classmate of Tsubomi and Erika and the president of the Theater Club.

Her true dream is to one day become a professional actress.

Her Heart Flower is a Bougainvillea which means passion.

Kenji Ban - Black Crocodile

He is student attending Myoudou Academy who is a fan of the Pretty Cure, and an aspiring mangaka.

His Heart Flower is a Dogwood which means to receive feelings.

Tsurusaki - Dark Violet Hedgehog

Tsubomi and Erika's homeroom and Japanese teacher of Myoudou Academy.

Her Heart Flower is a Rhododendron which means dignity.

Aya Mizushima - Bee

Is the president of the gardening club at Myoudou Academy.

Her Heart Flower is a Sasanqua which means unyielding love.

Naomi Sawai - Dark Purple Bunny

She is a member of Erika's fashion club.

Her Heart Flower is a Strawberry Blossom which means love and admiration.

Mitsuru Nakano - Black Fox

A childhood friend of Tsubomi's, who lives in Kamakura.

His Heart Flower is a Lavender which means to be waiting.

Yuuki Hayashi - Yellow Leopard (has brown hair)

A classmate of Tsubomi and Erika.

His Heart Flower is a Rapa Blossom which means to be full of energy.

Aya Ikeda - Songbird

She is a member of the light music club in school, together with Kudou Mayu.

Her Heart Flower is a Aster which means a trusting heart.

Mayu Kudou - Nightingale

She is a member of the light music club in school, together with Ikeda Aya.

Her Heart Flower is a Aster which means a trusting heart.

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[spaceumbredoggos]

Welcome to my Den.

My name is Kenz/Lunne. I’m 19 years old. I use they/them/their/its/it pronouns. I am a therian furry. I’m AuDHD CPTSD with anxiety and depression (maybe with DID and maladaptive daydreaming. No diagnosis yet.) I’m Aroace Agender.

Fandoms I am in:

Gravity Falls

Pokémon

The Owl House

FNAF

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Skylanders

Furry

Wander over yonder

Warrior cats

Wings of Fire

Cult of the Lamb

Survivors Dogs

Minecraft

My theriotypes (Confirmed):

Australian Cattle Dog/ Labrador mix

Black cat

Saltwater crocodile

Mule deer

Gila monster

Saw scaled viper

Flying Fox

Questioning Theriotypes:

Red Fox

Snow leopard

Black jaguar

Hawk moth

Hummingbird moth

Monarch butterfly

Hummingbird

Vampire Bat

Honeybee

Tarantula Hawk Wasp

Bullfrog

I am a puppy/kitten/hatchling regressor who loves to catch bugs, reptiles, and amphibians. This blog is a bunch of writing, art, and general posts about my life. Expect some politics because I need to call out the MAGA cult.

DNI if you are:

Racist

Ableist

Homo/transphobic

Radqueer

Proship

NSFW kink

MAGA

Just generally a jerk or a weird person.

My dad who somehow found this blog (I complain about my family a lot.)

My system:

Kenz (main personality.)

Bill (fictive other who really really likes to abuse the shit out of me.)

Flamestripe (a Litten Pokémon mystery dungeon OC that used to be human. Transmasc demiboy. Rarely posts due to lack of thumbs.)

This is a safe space.

[jojoseames]

Life-drawing sketches from the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum! It was a good day; lots of animals were out and about.

1. Burrowing owl, ornamental box turtle, mountain lion, black vulture.

2. Magpie jay, Mexican gray wolf, black vulture, turkey vulture.

3. Great blue heron, ocelot, gray fox, antelope jackrabbit.

4. Gila monster, roadrunner, western diamondback rattlesnake, Gambel's quail, bighorn sheep, beaver.

5. Hummingbird, chuckwalla, praying mantis, Gila monster, various rattlesnakes.

JoJo Seames, 2025

[moltengoldveins]

dreams get real weird when I’m dealing with anything health related like for example a mild case of food poisoning. I don’t remember much but I do remember adopting a chickadee and a hummingbird and now I’m sad I have no chickadee and hummingbird to hold. This is almost as sad as that time I dreamt an entire epic plot line about a pack of wolves and a rival clan of velociraptors and how the runt of both clans got separated from their families and trapped together and became friends and had to hide it and then eventually became lovers when they grew up and had creepy eldritch velociraptor-wolf children that I got to hold and then I woke up and was really sad bc they were really cute and warm and their fur was soft and they had like, gila monster scales. I have really weird dreams. If I had a nickel for every time they cave me a cute impractical and/or nonexistent pet and then made me sad when I woke up I’d have like maybe eight nickels from the past six months.

[dergshadow]

Four Swords Dragon!AU stuff(ig?)

I don't have a lot of lore on the AU so I might aswell share what I have

It's not very long btw

Let's start off with Shadow shall we?

His post-manga self has a "gemstone"(idk what else to call it), yet his during-manga self doesn't. Let's just say the "gemstone" is basically a mini dark mirror(kinda), keeps him alive and is essentially his life force since the dark mirror is gone(I won't explain how he got brought back because I don't know)

The others also have this "gemstone"

Basically the same thing as Shadow, if this "gemstone" breaks, they're screwed and will most likely, die. It's their life-force of magic, makes them closely connected to their elements which is the reason why they look so different from one another, they look more or less adapted to their element.

-Green is based on snakes and skinks(and birds if you squint), makes him light and quick as the wind

-Red is based on a (red)lion(dragon), because fire and stuff, and a leopard gecko because I can(I also really like wind waker)

-Blue is mainly based on amphibians and aquatic lizards(examples; sailfin lizard, axolotl, basilik lizard(or Jesus lizard) and a salamander) because water and stuff

-Vio is mainly based on reptiles found in the desert, or some i found really spiky(examples: armadillo lizard, bearded dragon, and a red-eyed crocodile skink) he's also based on a hummingbird.

-Shadow is based on more "dangerous" reptiles, such as the gila monster, komodo dragon, monitor lizard, oh and he's also based on spiky caterpillars

I'll probably make a part two, but this is all I have to share for now

[elementalgod-aj]

Anthro Allies Remastered (Part 2)

now for the first vertebrates before us mammals

Cephalochordate

Wyn (Lancelet)

Oxi (Amphioxi)

Tunicate

Hydrant (Sea Squirt)

Vagile (Larvacea)

Fen (Salps)

Sub-Flame (Pyrosome)

Fish

Lagoona (Eel/Fish Hybrid)

Josiah (Hagfish/Lamprey)

Chomps (Piranha)

Fugu (Pufferfish)

Mikayla (Mermaid hybrid)

Whirlpool (Merman hybrid)

Fossil (Coelacanth/Lungfish)

Sea Shocker (Ray Hybrid)

Ichi (Chimera fish)

Thatcher (Shark Hybrid)

Amphibians

Pads (Common frog/Bullfrog/Goliath frog)/Mutant

Zookie (Poison dart frog)

Balzo (Tree frog)

Mangrove (Horned Bullfrog)

Croaker (Toad Hybrid)

Daisy (Caecilian)

Poly (Rubber Eel)

Rigid (Newt)

Axanthic (Salamander/Axolotl)

Echo (Siren/Olm/Amphiuma)

Reptiles

Veo (Komodo Dragon/Monitor Lizard)

Ivy (Sand Lizard)

Clyde/Pygment (Chameleon)

Viridian (Skink)

Rancor (Gila Monster)

Anahera (Tuatara)

Takeo (Gecko)

Nori (Iguana/Marine iguana)

Draco (Dragon Lizard)

Chole (Softshell/Terrapin)

Beckett (Box/Pond Turtle)

Rave (Snapping Turtle)

Mechel (Big headed Turtle)

Flyta (Sea Turtle)

Bartolomeo (Tortoise)

Lu-Hyen (Caiman/Gharial)

K.Roc (Crocodilian)

Roxy (Alligator)

Herik (Viper/Cobra)

Neveah (Constrictor/Serpent)

Birds

Nimbious (Bird of Prey)

Maverick (Bird of Prey)

Felifa (Owl)

Jaxon (Sea Bird)

Valentina (Serima)

Stalks (Stork/Crane/Shoebill/Heron)

Terpsicore (Flamingo)

William (Paleognath)

Harper (Game fowl)

Martin/Frozan (Penguin)

Mallie (Water fowl)

Loco (Cuckoo)

Evelin/Evening (Corvid)

Colors (Parrot)

Rumba (Cardinal/Canary/Tanager)

Sonnet (Song Bird Hybrid)

Yashi (Woodpecker/Toucan)

Recorder (Drongo)

Tiffany (Oxpecker)

Zennon (Hummingbird)

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[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

Its four mammals, four birds, four amphibians/reptiles, and four fish from the area.

So from Mexico I chose the Mexican Fruit Bat, Vaquita, Bobcat, Desert Kangaroo Rat, Black-Necked Stilt, Broad Billed Hummingbird, Marbled Godwit, Inca Dove, Mexican Spiny Tailed Iguana, Gila Monster, Axolotl, Forrer's Grass Frog, Rainwater Killifish, Giant Oarfish, Pacific White Skate, and the Mexican Blind Brotula.

Youve got it all sfigured out, way to go!

[fatehbaz]

The magic of mountains in Mesoamerica.

Active volcanoes covered in thick green coats of misty cloud forest and rainforest. A focal point, an epicenter, the meeting place between two oceans and two continents. The origin of the revered orchid, vanilla!

Here, an absurd amount of endemic species with very small limited distribution ranges in Central America and Mesoamerica. Out of about 700 species of reptiles living in Mesoamerica, over 200 live nowhere else. Out of about 550 species of amphibians living in Mesoamerica, over 350 live nowhere else.

And this extreme biodiversity is boosted by the presence of so many mountain ranges located within the tropics, so that “cooler” habitats (at high elevations) can exist closer to the heat of the equator. And orographic uplift (rain in the mountains) means that humid and wetter habitats (”sky islands”) can exist closer to dryland habitats (arid valleys). And also different habitats can occur so close next to each other along the slopes of a single mountain (”altitudinal zonation”). And this is in addition to how the region is the meeting place between ecosystems of South America and North America, and between the Caribbean Sea and the Pacific Ocean.

So that there can be about 30 species of hummingbirds that only live in Mexico and Central America.

Or there can be like 11 different species of venomous palm pit vipers all in the same genus living in just a couple of mountain ranges between merely San Jose and Ciudad de Guatemala.

Or how, within the borders of Guatemala alone there are at least 40 different species of salamanders, and most of them are so-called arboreal “climbing salamanders” which live in bromeliads and fern mats growing in the branches of trees.

Like how the mangrove hummingbird only lives in brackish swamps of the mangrove forests along the seashore of a stretch of coastline only within the borders of Costa Rica, and the hummingbird depends on the nectar from the flower of one species of tea mangrove (Pelliciera rhizophorae).

Consider the Motagua beaded lizard (Heloderma charlesbogerti), a species of venomous lizard in the same genus as and closely related to the beloved Gila monster. It’s an endemic species, living only in one valley, and there are less than 200 Motagua beaded lizards surviving in the wild. It’s “one of the rarest and most endangered lizards on the planet.” And for food, it relies on the eggs of the Motagua spiny-tailed iguana (Ctenosaura palearis), of which there are less than 2,500 surviving in the wild, making it another of the planet’s most endangered lizards. Two lizards, found nowhere else, entwined in a relationship, almost extinct. But it gets more incredible. For food, the Motagua spiny-tailed iguana itself relies on the fruit of several cactus species. (One of the dryland plants that the iguana relies on is Pereskia lychnidiflora, one of the only cactus-type plants that basically produces leaves.) Without the cactus fruit, the Motagua spiny-tailed iguana would disappear. Without the Motagua spiny-tailed iguana’s eggs, the venomous Motagua beaded lizard would disappear.

Think of frogs like Bromeliohyla bromeliacia. There are colorful poisonous tree frogs whose aquatic baby tadpoles swim around in the tiny pools of rain water that temporarily collect in flowers growing on tree branches and in forest canopies. A whole multiplicity of “small” worlds existing, some ephemerally and some more permanently. Whole unique ecosystems in the treetops.

Here, the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean nearly kiss. They are separated by less than 70 kilometers of land! You could stand on the peak of a Central American volcano, drinking native cocoa flavored with vanilla, and nearly toss a stone between these two marine universes.

Amphibians, reptiles, and hummingbirds in Mesoamerica were just like: “Let’s find a mist-shrouded cloud forest near the slopes of an active volcano in a single mountain range and only live in an area under 5 square kilometeres in size and only between the elevations of 1450 and 1650 meters.” (This is the famous recently-extinct golden toad of the Monteverde cloud forest and the slopes of the Arenal volcano.) Then these creatures were like: “Also I’m probably extravagantly colored with neon blue or fiery orange or bright pink or something.”

“And I’ll live nowhere else on the planet.”

[lordelmelloi2]

since living in tucson for 5 years:

haven't seen gila monster. Probably won't see one still

literally have never met anyone that got valley fever

haven't seen a chranchula.

haven't seen a gougar

What I HAVE seen:

Javelina at the bus stop I had to go to. driver pulled into the median lane to ask if I was okay and I watched the bus drive up and I tried to get the bus driver to stop at my stop instead of at the thing and tried to desperately explain that there was a JAVELINA at the BUS STOP and driver hadn't noticed it so I had to make a mad dash to the bus

javelina just walking around like nobody cares in neighborhood I lived in in 2020 also

Coyotes that prowl the neighborhood and howl at 1 AM

Black widows thing is ok kind of a mess but like if you live in places closer to the Desert Desert you'll see more of them, in 2021 a black widow made a home in my fucking bicycle and started creating an egg sac and I was like "that's her bicycle now" and eventually my roommate destroyed the entire thing with a bat. We had black widows in PA too I'm not like scared anymore

saw plenty of lizards and because of it part of my reptile phobia/trigger has gone away. they like doing push ups

Have been in multiple dust storms including some that I was like "Yeah lets pull off the road for this one" about. Also I hate walking in dust storms shit sucks

saw a tornado

dead people on the road 😭

. SOME quails also

Sooooo many butterflies you guys like not even kidding

THE ONE YEAR WE HAD A LOCUST PLAGUE?

THE ONE YEAR WE HAD A JUNE BEETLE PLAGUE?

One baby scorpion that came into our house that my roommate stomped with his shoe. Had me paranoid as fuck for a while I really don't think I'm gonna go live in a house on the edge of the city for any period of time soon

orb weaver spiders galore

Various species of Hummingbirds also galore

So I heard uhhhh tucson has fuckibg, gila monsters and lizards and valley fever and black widows and tarantulas and whatnot??

Can someone explain in detail the likelihood of me encountering any of these and/or dying

[rowyngoldeart]

[sebring5]

C62C507A-B3FC-4D01-8C4E-26DDAAC59041 by Henry

[bonjourmelodie]

Reporting in from Arizona: we’ve got bobcats, gila monsters, road runners, coyotes, rattle snakes, coatimundi, chuckwalla, great blue heron, javelina, cougars, desert tortoise, cactus wren and ana’s hummingbirds, to name a few ;)🌵🩷

look at me. listen to me. this is directed at americans for the record. the reason you think North American animals are boring is because you live here. there are so many cool and beautiful animals here. we have beavers. we have wolves. we have moose. we have sea lions. we have armadillos. we have mountain lions. we have alligators. we have foxes. we have bighorn sheep. we have manatees. we have bears. we have ocelots. we have BISON. and that’s not even touching on the birds! or the turtles! or the snakes! we have amazing beautiful and diverse wildlife right here and it deserves to be appreciated and protected

[saintsurvivors]

What does Mòrag mean? (I know Google exists i-- Hang on) oh! That's a lot of options. Sun, lesser greater, moor, Sarah? But of course he'd be a crow. So smart. Can you imagine his fear of heights (cries) Mòrag loves to fly but not away from her Angus and that visceral and not entirely logical fear just got so much worse when he realized flying meant someone he loved going Away. And being able to separate from his daemon makes him a great agent but the first time he does it in front of new (1)

2) partners it always scares them. And no one wants to Ask how he got separated from his daemon and he Never talks about it. He's not opposed because it was so long ago it's an old wound but he also doesn't ever volunteer information (more crying) Jack's daemon has to he something loyal. Some kind of canine? Or something just a little poisonous maybe? Like a gila monster... What do you think Riley's daemon would be? Some matching bird? Or something smart and stylish like an ermine??

Mòrag, from what I was able to find means great, a scottish name that’s derived from Mòr, though Mòrag  tends to be used more than the original, and is oftne times used as the Gaelic equivalent of Sarah. 

Because in the his dark materials verse, parents are actually the ones who name their kids daemons.

I like to think that Ellen is the one who names the little daemon that slowly appears into view, cradled in Angus’s arms, just as small, just as tired, as her human. Ellen names her Mòrag, because for all that she knows Angus is going to need all the luck in the world, she knows that her child is going to be great, is going to fly, soar high above them all. Angus itself means one strength, and whilst she knows that Angus is going to be strong, he at least he isn’t going to have be strong all by himself. 

They often forget that they shouldn’t be able to pull, that they shouldn’t be as untethered as they are; they forget sometimes, but the look in Harry’s face often reminds them, in Bozer’s face when he sees them. 

Mac never really used to scared at heights, liked flying with his grandfather actually whenever Harry went for his flying lessons and things, but, after, watching at how Mòrag flew and flew and flew, nothing but a grey and black speck in the summertime skies, Mac felt something that had nothing to do with them pulling. Remembers avoiding his grandfathers eyes, and how he’d cuddled Mòrag to his chest, smoothing over the top of her head, kissing it gently. 

“i wish i could fly,” mac had whispered. “bc then i could come with you.”

“that’s okay,”  mòrag had said. “we’ll always be together, even if we’re no longer tethered.”

It’s his father that names Jack’s daemon, a small slinky thing that curls around their boy’s neck. He names her Ilma, meaning determined protector. They named their son Jack, meaning god is gracious, and so, with all the fever of religious texan parents, had made sure that Jack knew he was always protected, would never walk alone whereever he went. They never knew that Jack would embody the meaning determined protector so utterly. 

Ilma settles on Jack’s fourteenth  birthday, a quiet day at the ranch where Jack is watching the horses, Ilma at his side, watching over the little cousins, making sure his uncle, still shook from the war, doesn’t struggle. Ilma settles between one form and the next, like shedding skin and settling into the next. For a texan boy, seeing the jaws and the white fur of a polar bear is ..amazing. Ilmsa stands up to Jack’s waist, her head bigger than his chest and she roars, startles the birds from the trees, startles the family from the ranchhouse. 

They find the symbolism of a polar bear, and his father looks in the eye, hands on his shoulder, and tells him that it means, endurance, and strength, and acceptance. In basic training, in delta training, he holds that close, holds the meaning of it and how Ilma never leaves his side, even thought during delta training they’re trained to pull, can manage thirty feet between them before it hurts, before it burns. 

Becoming a Delta just seems, the right way. Settling into the squad that runs Overwatch for their EOD’s seems right too, and the pride they take in getting each and everyone of their tech’s home settles across their shoulders in ways that becoming a CIA spook had stripped them off, they no longer feel like they’re something they’re not, they’ve took up the protector mantle and this. this is them, this is who they were meant to be. 

He has a laugh though, with Mac, when Mac makes a crack about seeing a polar bear in Afghanistan, geared up in tac gear.

Diane is the one to name Riley’s. Riley, meaning couragous, valiant, as if she knows Riley is going to be the one to help save the world, as if she knows exactly what Riley is going to be like. She name the little mice Cenehard, whispering that it means bold guardian, someone to always watch over Riley just as she knows Riley will watch over Cenehard. She hopes that using that symbolism will help, especially as she watches Elwood through the corner of her eyes.

Riley’s Cenehard settles on her tenth birthday. It’s when she crawls out of her cupboard, hearing Elwood shouting, hearing the slur of his voice, the way he puts his fist through the wall. Riley’s wardrobe has been her safe space for the longest time, and when she goes to climb out of it, to get to her mum, to drag her into the wardrobe to, Cenehard howls, from where he’d been cuddled into her chest, in her air, and then-, fluttering wings, a flat beak and a crimson throat, Cenehard is as beautiful as a hummingbird as he was a ferret, just as beautiful, and Riley calms herself with the way she can hear the thrum of his ever moving wings, the way he tweaks at her hair. 

After, huddled into the cupboard, with Elwood away, her and Diane will find out that a hummingbird symbolises indepedence, and resilience, and Diane will curl around her daughter, will pull Riley into her chest, tuck her head beneath her chin as Cenehard and Diane’s own Jacoby curl around them too. Dianes eyes stay on Cenehard, seeing the crimson of his throat, as she whispers that she’s sorry, that she’s so proud of her.

When Diane and Jack are dating, before Jack beats Elwood and Diane lies and says Jack just left, Riley will take the greatest pleasure in seeing Jack’s Ilma playfully stalking Cenehard, letting him get away even if Cenehard should easily outmatch Ilma.

[thiswasinevitableid]

7 with indruck?

7: I’m assigned to write a piece rounding up all the bad press that you, a famous celebrity, have been getting and you show up in my office and demand me to write a retraction and get the ‘real’ story”. I went SFW

“Dude! You can’t go in there! Hey, wait, dude, hold on!”

Jake’s voice jars Indrid from staring miserably at his computer screen. But it does nothing to prepare him for the stack of papers that slams into his desk. 

“Where the fuck do you get off man?” 

Staring him down is a man with dark hair, mis-matched eyes, a scar down his right cheek, and an extremely pissed-off expression. Indrid recognizes him instantly, both from T.V and his last assignment.

“Mr. Newton?” 

“Yeah, that’s me, the guy you been draggin through the goddam mud!” 

“I-”

“Where are you even gettin this stuff? Substance abuse, bad break-ups, the split between me and my team, who the fuck told you that bullshit?”

“I am not going to reveal my sources.”

“Oh now you get some fuckin ethics?”

“I was just reporting what people told me. I was assigned to round up the press around you now that you’re relaunching your show, and this is what I got. I’m sorry if that upsets you.”

“Upsets me?” Mr. Newton plants his hands on the desk, leaning into Indrid’s space, “buddy, I ain’t even on the same planet as upset right now. I’m actually feelin pretty damn calm, because I know who the fuck is to blame.”

“It’s not my fault” Inrid snaps back, “I got assigned it at random, so if you have issues kindly take them up with Woodbridge.”

“Sir, if you insist on raising a fuss in my office-”

“This him?” Mr. Newton points to Woodbridge as the editor appears from his office. 

“Yes.” Indrid glares at Woodbridge through his glasses; he told him these kind of stories would lead to trouble, and it wasn’t even his usual beat.

He braces for Mr. Newton continuing to escalate, but instead the stocky man takes a deep breath , holding his hands up apologetically.

“Look, I’m real sorry, shouldn’t have come in guns blazin like that, and I know you fellas gotta make a livin same as anyone but this kind of stuff-” he whacks the papers into Indrid’s lap, “y’all gotta remember there’s a human on the other end of it.”

“That’s a very fair point, Mr. Newton-” Woodbridge gestures towards the door.

“A human with a damn good lawyer.”

“Mr.Newton, free speech”

“Protects you from the government, not from the Duck. I don’t mind the break-up nonsense, that happened plenty during the first show. Leo, Minerva, and I have been through every relationship configuration known to man, accordin to papers like yours. But the shit about me drinkin? That could damage my career. So could the reasons your ‘sources’ gave for why the show ended. You tellin me you’d hire a fella who apparently yelled at his co-hosts day in and day out and ‘couldn't hack’ bein’ outdoors?” This last question he directs at Indrid, who shakes his head. 

“Mr. Newton, retracting the story would look very bad for us. However, we’d be more than willing to publish your side of the story.”

“Close, but my word ain’t enough to counter those claims about me bein’ incompetent. I’m goin’ on a month and a half tour to location scout and shoot the first two episodes. I want one of your writers to come with. Specifically, I want him.” He points to Indrid.

“Wait, why me? I’m not a travel writer, and I have a photography assignment due next week.”

“Because you’re the one who caused this mess, slim.”

Indrid starts to protest when Woodbridge turns to with a smirk.

“Start transferring your assignments, Indrid; you’re going on a roadtrip.”

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Indrid grumbles to himself as he waits on the curb with his bag. Duck, as Mr. Newton has said to call him, told him to pack only one bag, and to bring his camera (“saw your shots when I was researchin you; you might like shootin out on the road”).

A motorcycle pulls up to the curb as he checks the time on this phone. He doesn’t give the vehicle a second look until the rider speaks to him.

“Glad you’re on time.” The helmet comes off, revealing Duck looking much calmer than the last time he saw him, “let’s get your gear on the bike and get goin’.”

Indrid stares at him in disbelief, “were you at any point going to warm me that I’d be doing this whole trip on a death machine?”

“Didn’t think I had to. Figured you knew this was how I traveled now, given all your, uh, thorough research.” Duck fixes him with a shit-eating grin as he straps his bag onto the bike, then hands him a helmet.

Indrid groans, jams the helmet on and awkwardly climbs onto the back of the bike.

“Gonna have to hang onto me, slim.” Duck’s voice crackles through his helmet, “don’t worry, I ain’t gonna bite you, even if I still kinda feel like it.”

“How encouraging.” He loops his arms around the T.V star, winces as the bike pulls out into traffic. There’s a laugh as he tightens his grip in fear, Duck’s body suddenly the only safe thing in the world. 

They zoom onto the freeway, and promptly come to a dead stop in traffic.

“Truly invigorating.” Indrid mutters. 

“Ain’t gonna be much fun until we’re outta the city. And I ain’t about to go zippin’ between lanes to cut ahead; great way to get us both killed.”

As they inch along, Indrid starting to sweat from the heat of the pavement, Duck asks, “did you ever watch the show?”

“Is there anyone who didn’t? Wild World was on every day. I’m fairly certain it’s still all Animal Planet plays some days.”

“Yeah but, uh, did you actually watch it on purpose?” 

“I did, now and then. I found Minerva’s tendency to try more extreme forms of exploration stressful, but I generally enjoyed what I saw. I’m not surprised you’re the one who picked the show back up; you were always oddly compelling on camera, and it was clear it was a passion project for you.”

“Yeah, it really was. Is. Feels weird to be doin’ it without them. Can’t blame ‘em for havin’ their own lives and goals though. Leo was ready to retire after the Gila Monster incident, and Minerva’s wanted to run an adventure bootcamp for years.”

“You know, if you hurry and explain everything in the next ten minutes, you can just pull off there and drop me at the edge of town.”

A chuckle, “Nice try, Indrid. You ain’t gettin outta roughin’ it that easy.”

“It was worth a try. Alaska was the last episode run, right?”

Duck’s posture shifts so subtly that, were he not holding him, Indrid wouldn’t have noticed it. 

“Yeah. Yeah it was. Nothin’ like gettin attacked by a wolf and takin a bunch of rabies shots to the gut to put you off filmin’.” 

“It really was a wolf? Everything I read said-”

“I’d misidentified what attacked us? Yeah, I know. American wolves never really go after humans, that’s why we were so fuckin’ screwed when this one did. Poor fella. He was sick. We coulda proved what happened except I told Leo to destroy the footage and we had a knock down, drag out fight over it until he did.”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want my pain, Minerva’s pain, and the wolf’s pain to become some goddamn viral sensation!” Duck snaps. 

Indrid decides to drop it, feels Duck sag in the drivers seat. In spite of dragging him out into the wilderness, Indrid doesn’t bear Duck any bad feeling. And he doesn’t like seeing him sad. 

“I, ah, I always liked the episodes where you showcased moths and butterflies. Moths are my favorite creatures, they’re so varied but so overlooked.”

Nothing but the traffic around them, then, “I once saw a Luna Moth bigger’n my hand. Didn’t get it on camera but damn was it a stunner.”

“Where did you see it?”

“Now there’s a story…”

By the time Duck finishes the cars are finally moving, and Duck changes them into the lane leading towards the exit for a single lane, county highway. 

“Fuckin’ finally. Alright Indrid, hold tight.”

What follows is simultaneously the most thrilling and most terrifying four hours of Indrid’s life as Duck speeds down the road, win whipping around them and the world going by in a blur that’s much more alarming when not behind metal and glass. They find a rest stop, where Indrid shotguns an entire bag of skittles under Duck’s amused gaze, and get back on the road for an only slightly less terrifying four hours more. 

They stop for the night at a KOA (“you’re lucky, slim, I got us a cabin to ease you into things”). Whereupon Indrid is treated to the sight of Duck stripping off his road gear, back muscular and sporting several scars.

“How are you likin’ life on the road?” Duck asks, not turning but starting to undo his pants. Indrid doesn’t look away until he’s down to his boxers.

“You know, it’s growing on me.”

They make their first shooting destination the next afternoon, setting up camp in a mostly-empty campground before hiking off into the woods. Duck shoots B-roll while Indrid photographs, the pair working in near total silence before meeting up with their contact near a jumble of boulders.

“Nice to see you again, Thacker.” Duck shakes the man’s hand, and gets a pat on the back.

“Good to you too, sport. Who’s the new fella?”

“My biographer.”  Duck deadpans.

Duck spends the rest of the day filming as Thacker helps him find nest and burrows and creatures to shoot and narrate over. In spite of the show being done on a single camera, Duck is compelling as always when he talks about the natural world. 

Indrid just wishes he’d sprung for better hiking boots.

“Ooof.” He mutters, face down on his sleeping bag.

“Not surprised, we did about ten miles all told today.”

“I repeat. Oof.”

A kind, sympathetic laugh, “C’mon, you’ll feel better after some dinner.”

Later that night, as he’s climbing into his sleeping bag, Duck pokes his head into the tent.

“Psst, Indrid, come look.” 

Indrid follows him out, kneels by a clump of flowers when he waves him down. 

“See, look, riiight there” Duck points, “it’s a Hummingbird Moth.”

Indrid gasps, delighted, and watches the pollinator flit from blossom to blossom. Duck sits beside him, answering his questions when he asks them, until it’s too dark for either of them to see.

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Duck never thought he’d have a travel companion again. Not after Alaska, not after the attack and what came in the nights to follow. 

He certainly never assumed the wiry, silvery haired writer who’d nearl fucked everything up would turn out to be that person. But Indrid, for all his initial skepticism, has become an excellent partner. He’s easy going, eccentric enough that Duck’s own quirks don’t phase him, quiet;y awkward, and a damn good photographer. The fact his alienly handsome face has become a bit windburnt and his pale hair a little longer only adds to his charm.

Christ, Duck wants to rip those red glasses off and kiss him until he’s breathless. 

Currently, he’s missing the feeling of long arms around his waist, as he left Indrid back with a family whose jeep had run out of gas. They’re in one of the long, monotonous stretches of desert highway where passersby are few and cell phone service is unreliable, so Duck volunteered to ride ahead to the next gas station and bring some back. As the Jeep comes into view, he sees the family waving. Indrid is leaning against the car, smiling as if Duck is the greatest thing he’s ever seen. 

That settles it; when they make Santa Fe, he’s calling The Weekly Rounds and asking Woodbridge to extend Indrid’s assignment. And if the old man refuses, well, Animal Planet is thrilled to have him back, and made it clear they’d be happy to pay for an additional camera man.

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This time they’re the only ones in the campground, and Indrid suspects it might technically be closed. Indrid could do this forever. He wants to stay like this, with Duck, day in and day out, have their evenings be like this. Duck makes a fire, keeping it small to be safe, and the evening progresses like normal, the two of them swapping stories and munching on the dinner they whipped up from leftovers from the last gas station. Then the moon rises, two days from full, and Duck doubles over with a groan. 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Indrid moves to help him, but Duck raises his hand to stop him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, ‘Drid, fuck, I thought I had another day, thought we could make it somewhere I could keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? Duck, please, you’re hurt, I can call for help, just hold on.”

“No” Duck snarls, still hunched over, “you ain’t callin anyone. What you’re gonna do is run, far and as fast as you can, away from me. Find a tree, find a cave, flag down a car if you can find one. Go, please, fuck.” He falls off the stump he’s sitting on, and in spite of his instructions Indrid tries to help him up.

“Go!” It’s a growl now, and when Duck looks up at him his face is changing shape. Duck drags himself away from the fire, into the shadows, and Indrid turns, starting to run. There’s howl of pain and he stops. He can’t leave Duck like this. He won’t.

Resolute, he turns back to the camp and immediately regrets his decisions. Whatever is in the shadows isn’t human, not anymore. It’s growling low and labored, as it rises onto two feet and howls. 

“Oh fuck me.” Indrid doesn’t dare turn his back, tries to slowly creep away and trips on a stray piece of firewood. The monster lowers to all fours, padding into the firelight across from him. It’s fur is dark and shaggy, it’s hands sport claws and when it opens it’s mouth to grin at him it’s teeth glitter like rows of knives. 

He has to keep the fire between him and it, even if he has to spend his night running in some Scooby-Doo style circle around the fire pit. It’s his only chance.

In one, large leap, the werewolf clears the fire and lands in front of him, front paws bracketing his body when he tries to crawl back.

“Told you to run, slim.” 

“I, I can’t.”

“Didn’t think you were stubborn to the point of dyin’.” 

“Y-you told me not to run from predators, and I c-cannot drive the bike. And, and I didn’t, I couldn’t leave you.”

“Ain’t that sweet.” Duck grins again, “but why do you think I told Leo and Minerva I wasn’t safe to be around no more? Because a werewolf don’t know friend from foe.”

“That’s, that’s a lie. Y-you clearly know me, you know your past, you’re not some mindless killer ahgod.” He whimpers as a muzzle finds the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply before sending hot, hungry breath across his skin. 

“Mmmmm, you smell good, sugar.”

“You’re not going to eat me.” Indrid says, eyes shut.

“You seem real sure about that.” Another snuffle, tongue dragging along his throat.

“You’re not because you are still Duck, just very large and covered with fur and with a mouth full of unnecessarily sharp teeth, and even though you seem convinced you’ve become bloodthirsty you are still you.” It comes out in a rush and he holds his breath as a clawed hand cups the back of his head. Duck tugs his head back, nosing along his exposed neck. He stares at the stares, praying they’re not the last thing he sees. 

“I could rip your goddamn throat out.” Duck says matter-of-factly. 

“Do you want to?” He whispers, hands coming up instinctively to protect his vital organs.

A long growl, and then Duck’s face blots out the night sky, “No. I don’t.”

“Ohthankgoodness.”

Duck rumbles out a laugh, “that’s puttin it mildly, slim. No one ever stuck around long enough to see what I’d do because I always hid myself or they had the goddamn good sense to run when I said too. Always assumed as soon as I was all the way changed, I’d wanna hurt people, even if they were people I loved.” He plucks Indrid’s glasses off, setting them carefully on the picnic table before using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear he hadn’t realized was there.

“What do you want to do instead?”

“In general, or to you?” 

“Both?” Indrid is puzzled by his phrasing. 

“Kinda amped up, like I wanna go for a run. Transformin’ basically releases a shit ton of adrenaline so your body just doesn’t collapse from the pain. But as far as you’re concerned…” the muzzle his back, snuffling at his face and chest, “dunno, mostly just wanna keep you close. Protect you. Some part of the wolf-brain is kinda just screamin ‘mine’ over and over again.”

“Oh. Ah. That’s, that’s good.” It’s also painfully arousing, but he’s not quite ready to admit that aloud yet.

“Probably helps that you’re wearing my shirt, since it means my scent is all over you already.”

“You let me borrow it AHHEY, gahthattickles” Indrid cackles as licks and nuzzles his face.

“Aww, didn’t know you were ticklish, sugar.” Duck grabs him, begins mercilessly rubbing his face on any exposed skin he can find.

“I’m not you are just very AHhehe hairy!” In retaliation Indrid reaches between them and scritches his fingers against Ducks chest and belly.

ThwupThwup

They both look at Duck’s tail with surprise. Indrid rubs his belly again.

ThwupThwup

“Didn’t know it did that. I mean, guess makes sense on account of bein’ kinda canine, but I guess I ain’t ever been really happy when I been like this before.”

“Should I keep doing that?”

“Fuck yeah. Hold on, here.” Duck adjusts so he’s on his back with Indrid more or less on top of him. Indrid resumes petting him, Duck making little happy whines as he does.

“Damn, that feels good sugar, ooh right.” 

“Why do you keep calling me that? It’s a pet name.”

“I, uh, fuck, um, fuck, I didn’t, meant to say, uh, fuck.” A deep breath as Indrid sits up to meet his eyes, “I’m real fuckin into you, ‘Drid. I, I didn’t wanna say nothin until we were somewhere you could bail out easily if you needed to. But I ain’t felt this way about anyone in years.”

“Is that wolf-you talking or you-you talking?” Indrid asks, toying with a patch of fur.

“Both. I wanna be with you, and wanna keep travelin with you as my partner, as my, uh, my boyfriend. As my mate. Okay, that last bit was definitely the wolf talking.”

“I...I would like that as well, Duck. I didn’t know how to say it, I was afraid that what happened with your friends meant you didn’t want to be close to anyone. Including me.”

Duck sighs, “I wish I’d known then what we figured out tonight. Maybe things woulda ended a little better between us three. I just, I couldn’t face the idea of bein’ out on a shoot with ‘em and havin this exact thing happen.”

“I must admit, the lack of a full moon is rather confusing.”

“It ain’t just the full moon. It’s a few days after and before too, and I thought I had one more before it hit. Plan was to sneak out of the hotel in Santa Fe and hole myself up in a cave somewhere.”

Indrid strokes his cheek, the fur a little coarser there, “That was what attacked you three, I take it.”

“Uh huh. We were trackin it, thinkin’ it was some kind of huge predator we might be able to film.  It jumped Minerva first, but she’s a tough one, managed to hold her own and only got scratched up. I pulled it off her and it bit me. I, uh, I shot it point blank while it was doin’ that. Turned into a man as it fell in the dirt. Leo and Minerva said I did what I had to but I...well, let’s just say I still see that fellas face a lot in my dreams.”

“No wonder you wanted the footage destroyed.” Indrid murmurs.

Duck nods, waves one hand in front of his face, “damn skeeters, c’mon, let’s get in the tent.”

The tent is a tight fit, but Indrid couldn’t be happier. He crawls onto Duck’s chest, nestling against his fur with a sigh. 

“Now if you have bad dreams when you’re like this, you have someone to to hold.”

Duck kisses the top of his head, “Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid falls asleep atop a giant wolfman, and wakes up to the morning sun and much smaller, human man sprawled beneath him, who he wakes with a flurry of kisses. 

They make Santa Fe by noon, riding in feeling freer then either of them has in a long time. When they ride out the next morning, Indrid has a new job and Duck has a new cameraman. But all either can think about at the moment is his new boyfriend, and the future spreading out ahead of them beneath the rising sun. 

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

What're some of your favourite desert friends?

Goodness where to even start. Tumblr's 10 image limit is really gonna kick me in the pants here lol. I suppose we'll go by order and work around? not all of these will have images

Mammals:

-the black footed wild cat stalks the night in the Karoo (its a semi-desert so it counts) and is the smallest wild cat in africa as well as the deadliest- 60% of hunts are successful! they're extremely elusive anf rarely been filmed due to their nocturnal lifestyle, fantastic camoflouge and being y;know, in the middle of a fairly inhospitable desert

-This list couldn't be complete without a shoutout to the Coyote, they can be found plentiful in temperate non-desert climates as well obviously but they are uniquely adapted to thrive in the deserts and are some of the largest animals to be found in most deserts.

-The Sand Cat is uniquely adapted to live in the dunes and hard desert. ALso extremely elusive to science for reasons similar

-Like a thousand types of mice, Namely the Jerboa but there are over a hundred each of kangaroo and deer mice in Joshua tree alone.

-The desert kit fox, one of the smallest foxes in the world and the smallest in NA

-This is the Ringtail. It a distant relative of the raccoon and have adapted to the desert, theyre excellent climbers.

-Short-Beaked Echidna, One of the 3 mammals to lay eggs and an overral funky dude. Digs for termites.

Now for the reptiles!

-Mojave Desert tortoise. Such a tragic tale, these gentle lads are endangered and have been steadily declining. thankfully Conservation efforts have kept them from extinction and while they'll likely never fully recover their numbers they aren't dying off as fast these days.

-Various Rattlesnakes and the Sidewinder are found exclusively in desert regions and are fascinating animals.

-Chuckwalla. Beefy boyssss in fact, they are the second largest lizard to be found in NA only behind the gila monster. Naturally, they are herbivores.

-The Thorny Devil. There are a lot of spiny lizards in the desert but this guy has to be one of the most extreme, being native to the sandy ozzie desert he probably needs it lmao.

On to Birds! I wont cover too many but the notable thing is that since many birds migrate in the winter, the desert often makes a great destination and many many species can be found, even if they're only visiting or passing through.

-Roadrunner. This is a velociraptor god forgot. beautiful plumage, tho they can only fly in short bursts.

-Gambel's Quail. Such a colorful bird, not as bound to the earth as the roadrunner but it cant fly around either

-California Condor. Another tragically endangered species on this list, though it should be no suprise i have a fondness for carrion birds. I saw a few in captivity once they are stunning.

-several Hummingbird live in the Mojave year round- namle the Allen's Hummingbird.

And uhhhh I'm sort outta images I think? U did send this twice so if u really want i can talk about fish, spiders, insects and plantlife on the other one tho.