Aashif (Ashi)

Part of a closed species by Pillpups(@-TH/CS)

Name meaning: "The one having a confident character or being courageous."

Can they fly?: Slightly. Due to him having a traumatic experience when he was learning to fly and ending up breaking a wing. He prefers the ground more than the sky. Only using the wings if needed; getting over a cliff, reach a branch for an apple, escape from someone, etc. 

Brief Backstory

<sub>Aashif woke up when he realized his sunning spot was no longer warm. He let out a small huff and got up to stretch. He scanned his room trying to find another warm spot to curl up in, but there weren’t any. Looking out the window the sun was covered by clouds. Flicking his tail, he decided to go outside to see if there was any rays coming through them. Aashif tucked his wings close to his body and carefully exited the door. His fur instinctively fluffed out due to the bitter air. His winter coat wasn’t that well at keeping him warm, but it did its job. The grass under his paws crunched and felt stiff. Some ice lingering on a few strands from the night before. Staring up at the sky Aashif let out a breath, watching the steam rise and dissipate. Frowning, he couldn’t find a single ray of sun leaking through the thick clouds.

Sighing, he turned around making his way back inside. A short wind suddenly burst past him, causing him to shiver. A stick breaking behind him caught his attention and he paused infront of his door. Sniffing the air, Aashif noticed the stench. Letting his fur bristle and teeth show, he suddenly turned around. “Tch, thought it was you. What do you want? I thought I told you to stay away.” The other felikin backed up, showing no signs of aggression. Aashif let down his fur, but still kept his lips pulled back. Letting her know he meant business. His visitor sat down and started grooming herself. Clearly unbothered by the rising tension between them. She spoke softly, “It’s supposed to snow again today. Just thought you should know and be prepared. Though, I’m sure you figured that out from being out here. Good luck with another year without her.” He let his fur bristle again, about to lunge at her. A low, loud menacing growl escaped his throat. “How dare you mention her! You’re the one that caused her to get hit by that car in the first place!”

She quickly dodged his sudden swing of his paw and leaped over the fence. A giggle following, “Maybe next time boyo. For now I got stuff to attend too. Ta-ta.” Letting his fur lower again, Aashif set himself down on the ground. The clouds finally released some flurries, one landing on his snout. He wasn’t prepared for another winter and year without his mate. Aashif didn’t necessarily despise this time of year, but he didn’t quite admire it either. He used too. His owner tries to help with his spirits and he appreciates her efforts, but it won’t make everything better. Letting out a distraught sigh, Aashif curled up and covered his face with his wings. He listened to the soft wind and his nerves twitching when the snow hit him. This rhythmic pattern caused him to fall into a half sleep. The snow piling up around and on him, like a cold blanket that was oddly comforting.</sub>