I've always loved winged people, and always loved self-inserting myself into stories featuring them (such as Maximum Ride). Just didn't expect my astral self (and by extension, my soul) to be a nighthawk-winged warrior who can dissolve their wings at a moment's notice, and also turn into a pure nighthawk. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised- I'd always rather fly/run from conflicts with people rather than face them head on- however, at the same time, I don't mind friendly debate, and that is the hunting instinct in me- I'd rather go hunting for what a friend believes is true than engage in mindless prattle. Birds of prey... they have dual natures, and so do I, it seems.

If you haven't noticed, yes, I am a therian and I identify as a nighthawk.

Anyway, please enjoy this art of my winged warrior self. No, I am not a wiccan, why do you ask? I am Christian, and have had some battles with demons in my astral headspace. That is all I am going to explain rn. If I make more art of the battles, I might explain more. However, this isn't a battle I fought alone, so more than this will need permission from the person who I shared these struggles with.