The owl was born in a cold place, snowy, her feathers were white, resembling the coldest night in the mountain, her eyes were the shiniest emerald, the deep bottom of the mysterious ocean.
Her parents didn’t want to stay in such a cold weather and looking to reach out their background, moved towards camel town, towards the desert. This didn’t agree properly with the owl’s growing, causing her to lose all her white feathers. The vet didn’t know what was the reason of this condition. It would have been too simple to assume it was just the weather, so she spent some time in the vet hospital, until, out of a miraculous energy, her feathers grew up again and more soft and beautiful than ever.
Her childhood went between bombs and religious conflict, so eventually she moved south, grew up to become a beautiful female owl, who, in need of escaping, flew away towards a cold place, a gray place, the royalty house, where she stayed for a while, till her wings were big enough so she could fly wherever she want.
So, she decided to fly to Gaudi’s house, where she sat on the top of Sagrada Familia and saw the ocean melting in the parties, the salsa parties she felt attracted cause of Spain hybrid son’s passion.
The tiger saw her moving her tail, moving it with seduction and mystery, faint away in her deep gaze, ask her to dance and performed his best to get her coordinates. While saying no, she agreed upon a friendship, a weird relationship between a natural psychopath and a beautiful princess, love was in the air and sexual ecstasy devoured her wings ...
The story is yet to be fill with future chapters ... the rise of new wings, metal wings, may bring the owl to the sky she always dreamt for.
LCF. 15 – 01 – 2016
