A Regal Plume

Leaping down from the lamppost's brass ledge, I drifted toward the grand iron gate at the edge of the courtyard. Wedged firmly between the ornamental scrollwork near the ground was an exquisite, speckled pigeon feather, its tip trembling in the morning breeze. Such an audacious crown ornament simply had to be claimed. I hooked the silver clip of my trusty ballpoint staff beneath its quill, levering it with a sharp kick of my boot until it popped free. Tucking the towering shaft into my chalk-tinted bandolier, I watched its iridescent gray plume arc dramatically above my horns. Now that is unmistakable majesty.#Dolls #ActionFigures #Succubus