Morgan Lesard walked down a random line of streets at a shuffling gait, his posture slightly slumped and his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket. He looked somewhat like a hoodlum that had a long black lizard tail with three orange stripes toward the tip and a Barred Owl upon his shoulder.
Occasionally the Owl would fuss at something about the man’s fiery orange hair, it is usually a strand of hair that she re-arranges and moves about and can’t quite decide how it looks best, after all if he looked bad ... She looked bad and the Owl couldn’t have that.
Besides, the man was hers and so it goes to reasoning that anything of hers must look as nice as she did.
((This is an open RP, so anyone is welcome to join.))
