The Harpy




Leonella Lovell| Mutant| 18| British


Ello Love! I'm Leonella, but you can call me Leo. I'm from Oxford, England, which happens to be very far away now, but that doesnt bother me. I'm currently a student at Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, studying to become a cultural anthropologist like my mum back home, but if anything, my art speaks for itself.

[associated with the RP mutant-and-proud-rpg]
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theforgottenpriest:

theharpy-leo:

theforgottenpriest:

“Oh almonds.” Kurt stated smiling happily at that idea. What were banana muffins with out some sort of nuts in them. He watched her happy to be spending time with the lovely Leo. Granted his brother was interested in her which worried him. But, he wasn’t about to say something bad to the pretty Fraulein about Azazel. He didn’t have it in him to talk bad of his brother.

Kurt laughed loudly at the idea of Leo feathering out. though feathers in the muffins would probable be as bad as fur. “Alright, alright no more poking…for now.” he teased lightly shifting his tail away easily avoiding being smacked by the spoon. Grabbing another bowel he reached fro the bananas and idly pealed them smiling at Leo as he did. “So, how are your classes going Fraulein?”

When he surrendered from poking her, at least while they were making muffins, she huffed, giving a proud, victorious smile. She had won this battle and was happily smiling as proof. Grabbing the butter the blonde began to scoop the desired amount within a cup, walking around the counter and setting it gently into the microwave. They needed melted butter and Leo wasn’t too sure on how long it would need before it was over melted, but shrugged, setting it to a minute before turning around.

“Ah,” she started, tucking a stray blonde hair back behind her ear, “very well, actually, well, besides the fluffing out during kick boxing and all. Though since my feathers are sharp, they easily cut through the punching bags, but Logan doesn’t seem to be impressed when that happens.” The bird girl wondered if it had been alright to have accidentally cut one of the bags, spilling the contents. Shaking her head, she smiled again, “How about yours, love? Anything interesting happen in your classes?”

Kurt idly placed the bananas in a blow smirking when Leo started talking about kick boxing class. Logan was a hard man to impress. But he was still a good one and that was what mattered. “Ja, he can be tough but he is a good guy.” Kurt blinked a few times biting his lip before warmly smiling and looking up at her. “I am doing well in mine, though this will be my last semester. After Christmas you are looking at professor Wagner.” He stated a little bit of pride in his voice. Taking night classes had gotten him what he wanted. Or at least at the time what he thought he did. But, teaching would please him greatly.

He smashed at the bananas with the potato smasher smiling happily at her. He wasn’t sure if he would have any turn out guessing none of the students really would want to take theology. Just because he was a friend and once a student though didn’t mean anyone would get by on good grace alone.

As the ding of the microwave sounded, the blonde smiled. “I know,” she stated, removing the butter and making her way around the counter once more, “but I find his patience might be stretched thing when I’m around. Though I find I am improving rather well, even if I do fluff out anytime something scares me.” A slight twinge of pink darted to her cheeks at the mention of her fluffing up, remembering the times she accidentally sliced a bag or feathered out in class. She wasn’t a big fan of either, though thinking back, it was a bit funny.

Her attention perked at the mention of his last semester. Smiling widely, the harpy clapped her hands together and grinned wide, “Congratulations!, Kurt! I can see you making a wonderful teacher.” Already the bird girl was excited for what he was going to teach, curious as to if it was something she’d take. Moving over, the blonde let her hand wander as she looked for the single egg needed. “What will you be teaching, hm?” She asked, grabbing the egg and cracking it over the counter and into a small dish to be beaten. As she watched the yolk pour out, a part of her shivered, thinking about how strange it was for a bird to be doing this to an egg. 


About That Date? | Theo & Leo

notjustaballyboy:

theharpy-leo:

She’d put on something a bit nice, that still had an edge of informal apparel, seeing as she was unaware of where Azazel was planning on taking her to. Since her end of this outing was to add a touch of flare to her persona, the blonde had kept it to something a little more personal then her normal human image. Buttoning the last pale blue button on her shirt, she fixed the matching lace collar, letting it rest neatly set on her neck. The sleeveless pale blue top was loosely tucked into the white skirt which had a white rose detailed lace over top of the undercoat. She’d chosen to pin back her bangs in which to show her simple skull earrings and to keep the blonde strands out of her face. She wouldn’t need shoes, what with her true talon like feet, so the blonde opted out of choosing a pair and simply exited her room soundlessly. 

Making her way down to the front room, where the two were meeting, the bird girl was growing nervous already. She hadn’t even thought of going in public in her normal appearance, more so because it was dangerous and no one had ever told her otherwise. She was mentally listing everything that could go wrong, all the things that could happen just by simply exiting the courtyard with her feathers all in tack. She was worried mostly because her feathers weren’t soft and fluffy like they may appear, more so they were sharp an smooth, like small metal blades. It should only be natural for the blonde to be worried, which was starting to become an understatement. 

Hoping off the last step and into the front room, the blonde was able to pull her pale lips into a smile. It seemed like she was the first to show, which didn’t faze her much. She had to think for a moment, looking at her hands as she knew within a few moments the illusion would be dropped and she’d exit as a bird. She had been working on her control, so she knew she could handle phasing in and out as a bird and girl, but it was more her confidence in either. She wanted to become more confident and this was one of the ways which could bring about that. 

Show up a bit late so you don’t seem desperate, but not too late, or else you’ll seem uninterested. Azazel was neither of those adjectives, but this wasn’t a usual hit and run date—this was to strengthen her confidence. Azazel knew better than most—probably even more than Kurt—how it was like to walk outside, unable to go anywhere without attracting unwanted, and sometimes violent, attention. Leo was a beautiful girl, she didn’t deserve to be afraid to be in her own skin.
Azazel stared at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked classy enough, but not so much that he’d make his date seem dressed down. He realized he’d forgotten to mention where they were headed—nonetheless, he was sure she looked great. 

Once satisfied with his own appearance, Azazel turned on his heel and opened his mind to downstairs—he always did, just before he teleported. He could see every obstacle in his way—wouldn’t want to teleport into an object, after all—and he could see her standing there. Porting down, Azazel smiled and gave her a small bow. “Ready to go, m’lady.”

The bird girl, who was at times similar to her respected title as such, had her eyes wandering down the shimmering glass vase which had caught her hazel eyes, drawing her attention to the intricate details which it portrayed. She hadn’t noticed, but it seemed that her bird like mutation was slowly grasping at what little human she was left. Though normally she would be worried about such a thought, she knew that it was just that, a thought. 

A sound fell upon her ears, moving the blonde to look back at the new figure which emerged. A gentle smile tugged at her lips, pulling them apart into a welcoming grin. As he addressed her, she laughed lightly at the term, “As much as I can be,” she replied, stepping forward more towards the other, “Mostly just waiting for you to be.”

She was still nervous about having to show her feathers, but she knew she needed to get over it. She wanted to do this, wanted to grown confident like others who had physical mutations like hers. She didn’t want to be the coward anymore. 



She hated having them. She hated when they shed and the feathers seemed to always fall when she was painting or cooking. They got on everything and in the way of everything and made it hard for the blonde girl to even live. 
She’d had enough. At eight she cut them off, ripping and cutting at the feathers that poke through, ignoring the pain and blood. She didn’t want them anymore, she wanted a normal life and a normal image. 
It took several day before she could come home from the hospital and several weeks before the wounds had healed over. She didn’t know if they were there or not, but she didn’t want to know. She wanted to believe they were gone, but she felt them and she knew they would never leave.
"Leonella," her mother called, waving her over daughter over, "come here. It’s been a few weeks since we last cleaned your wings."
Leo grumbled, marching over an crossing her arms, “No, mummy, I don’t want to have wings.”
Scooping up her daughter and setting her in her lap, her mother smiled, “Well, I love your wings, Leo, and you should to, now, if you don’t want them, then close your eyes and think of your happy place.”
Growling lightly, the daughter did as she was told, closing her eyes and drifting off into her own world. She was flightless and grounded, the sky was brilliant shades of mixed blues and yellows from the move, like the Van Gohn she loved so much. It was perfect.
"Open your eyes," her mother cooed and the daughter listened, frowning lightly as her arms were once more covered in the silky black feathers, dappled with white and grey smoke and ash, "Don’t blink. Blink and you’ll lose the beauty."
She didn’t know why, but after that, she loved her wings. She never wanted to be human, but she couldn’t always be a bird.

"Blink" Drabble <(//o u o//)> 

She hated having them. She hated when they shed and the feathers seemed to always fall when she was painting or cooking. They got on everything and in the way of everything and made it hard for the blonde girl to even live. 

She’d had enough. At eight she cut them off, ripping and cutting at the feathers that poke through, ignoring the pain and blood. She didn’t want them anymore, she wanted a normal life and a normal image. 

It took several day before she could come home from the hospital and several weeks before the wounds had healed over. She didn’t know if they were there or not, but she didn’t want to know. She wanted to believe they were gone, but she felt them and she knew they would never leave.

"Leonella," her mother called, waving her over daughter over, "come here. It’s been a few weeks since we last cleaned your wings."

Leo grumbled, marching over an crossing her arms, “No, mummy, I don’t want to have wings.”

Scooping up her daughter and setting her in her lap, her mother smiled, “Well, I love your wings, Leo, and you should to, now, if you don’t want them, then close your eyes and think of your happy place.”

Growling lightly, the daughter did as she was told, closing her eyes and drifting off into her own world. She was flightless and grounded, the sky was brilliant shades of mixed blues and yellows from the move, like the Van Gohn she loved so much. It was perfect.

"Open your eyes," her mother cooed and the daughter listened, frowning lightly as her arms were once more covered in the silky black feathers, dappled with white and grey smoke and ash, "Don’t blink. Blink and you’ll lose the beauty."

She didn’t know why, but after that, she loved her wings. She never wanted to be human, but she couldn’t always be a bird.

"Blink" Drabble <(//o u o//)> 


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theforgottenpriest:

“Oh almonds.” Kurt stated smiling happily at that idea. What were banana muffins with out some sort of nuts in them. He watched her happy to be spending time with the lovely Leo. Granted his brother was interested in her which worried him. But, he wasn’t about to say something bad to the pretty Fraulein about Azazel. He didn’t have it in him to talk bad of his brother.

Kurt laughed loudly at the idea of Leo feathering out. though feathers in the muffins would probable be as bad as fur. “Alright, alright no more poking…for now.” he teased lightly shifting his tail away easily avoiding being smacked by the spoon. Grabbing another bowel he reached fro the bananas and idly pealed them smiling at Leo as he did. “So, how are your classes going Fraulein?”

When he surrendered from poking her, at least while they were making muffins, she huffed, giving a proud, victorious smile. She had won this battle and was happily smiling as proof. Grabbing the butter the blonde began to scoop the desired amount within a cup, walking around the counter and setting it gently into the microwave. They needed melted butter and Leo wasn’t too sure on how long it would need before it was over melted, but shrugged, setting it to a minute before turning around.

"Ah," she started, tucking a stray blonde hair back behind her ear, "very well, actually, well, besides the fluffing out during kick boxing and all. Though since my feathers are sharp, they easily cut through the punching bags, but Logan doesn’t seem to be impressed when that happens." The bird girl wondered if it had been alright to have accidentally cut one of the bags, spilling the contents. Shaking her head, she smiled again, "How about yours, love? Anything interesting happen in your classes?"

(Source: theharpy-leo)


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theforgottenpriest:

Kurt chuckled slightly wondering how big of a mess they could make using a fork to smash bananas. Granted he was sure banana in his fur would take forever to come out the batter of it would be just as bad. Pouring the sugar in a big silver bowel he smiled warmly at Leo. “What kind of nuts should we add?” He questioned nut sure what the recipe called for. In a sense he was just winging it, but so long as they didn’t add double of anything they would still taste fine. He smiled warmly down at Leo his tail snaking out and poking at her side giggling as he did.

She thought for a moment, packing down the sugar the best she could till it read the proper amount. “How about,” she hummed playfully, her hazel eyes examining the measuring device to make sure the measurement was exact, “walnut? Or maybe pecan?” She liked that idea, adding nuts to the muffins. It seemed the bird girl had acquired a taste for seeds and nuts, which she shrugged off easily, “Or almonds maybe?”

Turning to the bowl, the blonde happily began to shuffle in the golden, packed sugar into the silver bowl, humming a soft melody as she did. When the abrupt poking started, she giggled, nearly dropping the measuring glass into the bowl. Grabbing a wooden spoon, the blonde playfully swatted at his tail, trying to fight off the tickling giggle which escaped her lips, “If you keep tickling me, Kurt,” she said through laughs, “I’m gonna star feathering out and no one wants feathers in their muffins!”

(Source: theharpy-leo)


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theforgottenpriest:

Kurt nodded as his tail whipped out to grab at a drawer. As he measured sugar out his tail lazily shifted through the drawer before it pulled out a masher only to set it on the counter next to him. Best thing about a prehensile tail it could act like an extra hand when need be. “Got something to mash the banns with.” He stated laughing warmly as he scooted over the sugar his tail now waving happily behind him. Leo was right, how hard could it be to make banana muffins. Scooping at the sugar he used his tail to grab a butter knife and level it off as he had seen Kitty do time and time again. He had a habit of hanging from the light fixture when people cooked watching them and just talking to them.

Leo laughed childishly as she watched amusingly as Kurt used his tail to help out. Returning to her own measuring, the blonde slowly poured the powdery white flour into the cup, watching with a careful eye till it was exactly a cup and a half full. Shifting it around so it was even, she pushed the cup aside, finding a measuring cup and beginning to measure out the brown sugar. “Oh!” she smiled, “Good idea! I was just gonna find a fork, but that’s even better.” She was enjoying this, being out of her room and doing something with someone. It was definitely refreshing. 

(Source: theharpy-leo)


Last minute bookings out of the window //Nathaniel & Leo

the-boy-with-swallow-wings:

Nathaniel didn’t really know how to reach when the Leonella’s hand gripped his, and practically pulled him with her. His wings hit the air a couple of times to keep the balance - this mostly being because falling on his face was the most likely out come since he was sitting in such a unpractical way. Fortunately they did their trick and Nathaniel got to the hallway without breaking his nose. Or hand. Or anything. Which was the most important thing, right?


Apparently Nathaniel had a thing for not being quick enough with his words, since again, before he could say anything from his confusion, the girl he had just met, a nice, normal looking girl, was changing into a bird. It felt weird, no, almost intimate, to watch the feathers growing over wings from her back. For the second time here over the course of.. what, two days, he felt as if he was seeing something he shouldn’t be seeing, something important and private. Like you know, the code to the bank or someone’s porn video.. wait maybe not the last one.

But even if he felt weirded out and a bit shocked ( come on, you don’t see stuff like this everyday ), he felt relieved. He was happy in his own, weird way. He was happy of somebody else knowing how it feels to have wings and how it feels like to be bird-ish. And the fact that there was someone like him, it made feel some sort of sense of belonging.

“Well, I’m not that much of a .. bird, if you’ll excuse my parable, the biggest mutation I at the moment is my wings. And they are small, so I can’t fly. And as intrusive as this may sound, I grow feathers all over my body, but it’s not as.. radical. ” he couldn’t help but comment a bit about his own skills as a response to Leonella telling about hers. And of course, now that she was streching her insaly long wings, Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel small and a bit pathetic with his smaller ones. He just hoped that he hadn’t sounded too rude. It was always the thing that came to his mind first.

“And.. I know I’m rude, but can you change back? I think we’re blocking the way” he said, already stepping inside his room, watching at her newly found friend. He always labeled them as friends, since everyone is your friend unless proven wrong.

Her talons kneaded the floor, the blonde waiting a bit in silence before either of them spoke. For her, this was who she really was, not the human appearance she could hide behind, but the feathers and talons which she hid. Folding her wings closer to her, pulling them tight and before her, sort of if she had hands they’d be pressed together and her fingers twinned together. 

"Oh!" she flushed, talking in his request for her to go to normal again, "R-right, s-s-sorry." She felt her own embarrassment as she let the feathers slip back into her skin, the flesh of her human arm and legs folding back. The talons retraced, pushing back in as toes emerged and wiggled lightly. When the feathers passed over her hands, she began to knead them, wiggling and clenching her fingers as she tried to make sure they were back to normal. The feathers on her shoulders fluffed lightly before they were pulled back into her skin, revealing the human form which she could take. "Sorry," she apologized again, moving and bending her limbs as she tried to get familiar with the strange limbs, "I guess I got a little excited is all. I’ve never met another person with feathers of any kind."

Moving forward, the petite blonde slipped on her black flats, the feeling of feet still new and strange to the bird girl. “I’m sure with a little time,” she added hopefully, “you’ll have larger wings and fly and oh you’ll love it so much!” She hoped she was being friendly and not strange, seeing as she was in love with flying. When he mentioned the feathers, she laughed, nodding gently, “I know the feel, I’m basically a big ball of feathers. You should see my room, it’s like having a large fluffy dog in there, except in stead of fur it’s got feathers.” She ignored the comment about his mutation not be as radical as hers, not knowing how she should go about taking it. She knew he meant well, but she wondered if it was meant to be taken the way she took it. 


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theforgottenpriest:

Kurt watched her wonder around the kitchen his mouth half open about to say where it was. Chuckling lightly when she found them he closed the refrigerator with his tail as he stared at the ingredients on the counter. It couldn’t be too hard, right? He could make eggs, smoothies, and other smaller things. Muffins were just a step up from that.

“Ja, measure everything makes sure we have everything needed.” Kurt stated walking over to the sink to wash his hands before sticking them on anything to be eaten.  With things for himself he didn’t care to much about fur in the food. He was use to it. But other people not so much. “Okay, what does it say we need to measure out first?” He questioned looking to Leo as he smiled brightly.

Looking at the book, Leo smiled, “We need a cup in a half of flour, a teaspoon of baking soda and baking powder, half a teaspoon of salt, three mushed bananas, three-fourths cup of white sugar, 1 egg, beaten, one-third cup of melted butter, one-third cup of brown sugar, 2 tablespoons of flour, an eighth teaspoon ground cinnamon and another teaspoon of butter.” The blonde happily listed off the ingredients, already moving to get the flour measured.
"Well, this can’t be too hard," she laughed as she began to fill he measuring cup with the powdery white flour, watching carefully as she filled it, "Do you wanna start measuring the sugar?"  

(Source: theharpy-leo)


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theforgottenpriest:

Kurt closed the fridge and walked over to peered over Leo’s shoulder. It seemed easy enough and between the two of them it shouldn’t be hard.  Kurt’s tail moved to point at the ingredients examining them and smiling glad they had all of them. It would be fun making muffins with Leo, and keep her out of her room for a while. “Ja.” Kurt stepped back over to the fridge pulling out the things they needed. Kurt had no idea how well things would come out but, it would be interesting to see if there combined cooking skills cold make decent muffins.

“I bet we can do it.” Kurt dumped everything on the counter staring at it then looking back to Leo smiling warmly. He had only half an idea of what he was doing but, what could be so hard about baking muffins. If Kitty could do it so could they, right?

Leo flashed a smile as she watched Kurt return and retrieve everything they needed. Laying the book flat out on the counter, the blonde quickly looked around until she was able to find the a mixing bowl. She could remember the last time she made something, cinnamon rolls, actually. Her mother was teaching her as a going away present of sorts and that was one of Leo’s nicest memories with her mother. “I’m sure it’s not that hard,” she laughed, looking back over at the book, “I mean, we’ve got instruction, so now it’s just up to us to do it right.” 

"Okay, so, I say we measure everything," she stated, beginning to organize the ingredients, "I wonder where the measuring cups and spoons are." Beginning to wander to another cupboard, the blonde began randomly opening them, looking at the contents in order to find what she was looking for. It took a few moment, opening and closing most of the cupboards in the kitchen, but with a delighted smile, the bird girl was able to cheerfully retrieve the measure cups from their intended places. 

(Source: theharpy-leo)


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theforgottenpriest:

Kurt looked over his shoulder at her confused, not sure who would scare her. Then it clicked and he made a soft oh as he turned back to the fridge. “They mean well, Logan is not as bad others make him out to be. When it comes down to it he is a good person.” Kurt stated firmly knowing his words were true. He respected Logan for who he was but, never feared him.

Kurt opened the refrigerator a little wider so she could see inside better as she walked over. He was unhappily, at the lack of muffins or any other baked confection, a look of disappointment on his face. He bumped her with his shoulder smiling warmly. As an idea came to him. “What say you to making muffins or something?” HE questioned wondering how well between the two of them they could make muffins. He wasn’t much of a cook, but he had watched others and played around with making things before. Nothing ever burned and he knew how to use an over, what harm could come to either one of them trying to make muffins.

She smiled playfully as he nudged her shoulder, questioning about making muffins. Laughing lightly, she pulled back from the fridge, going over to a shelf and examining the books, “Well, if we’re going to do that, shall we find our selves a recipe?” She began to examine the spines, looking for one which might indicate how they could go about making these baked goods.

Her hazels eyes fell upon the slightly worn binding of a pale yellow book which had the careful scribble of Baking Made Easy written down the side. Pulling it free and flipping it open, the blonde smiled as she began to search for a good muffin recipe, smiling and laughing lightly as she found one, “How about this?” She asked, holding it up so Kurt could take a look, “Simple enough, right?”

(Source: theharpy-leo)