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Tango is a blaze/avian hybrid.
His mother was a blaze hybrid and his father an avian.
When Tango was born, people assumed he was just a blaze hybrid.
His wings never came in, no feathers appeared/grew anywhere on his body to speak of, he just had his father’s bird like instincts (smushed together with his mom’s of course) and vocalizations.
Tango is what is called a false hybrid [an hybrid who does not have physical attributes of their hybrid nature, instead only having the internal attributes (instincts and sometimes vocalizations)].
He also decided not to tell anyone this information, not because he did not trust them or something.
Far from it.
He never told anyone because he thought it was not that important to tell.
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Jimmy hammers the nails into the roofing tiles of the rancher house’s roof.
His soulmate, Tango, is inside the shared home, doing the interior as Jimmy finishes up the exterior (it helps Jimmy can just fly up and down from the roof).
The canary avian raises the hammer, driving the last nail into the roof.
He sits up, finally done, and lets the hammer disappear into his inventory, stretching out his back and wings.
Jimmy watches the sun start to dip below the horizon and decides it’s time to turn in.
He stands up and walks off the roof, gliding down to the ground on yellow wings.
The blond lands on the ground safely and heads inside.
Jimmy is so tired, he might just crash on the first comfortable thing he sees, forgoing the nest he was planning to make to sleep in, until tomorrow.
Jimmy yawns.
He’s sure Tango would not mind letting him borrow part of his bed to sleep in, just this night.
He opens up the room they decided will be Tango’s and he finds the blaze hybrid adding the finishing touches to the very tantalizing looking nest.
Jimmy never knew blaze hybrid slept in nests, then again, Tango is the only blazeborn he has ever met.
“Here there Rancher.” Tango says, stopping and looking at him.
“Could I crash with you tonight?” Jimmy asks, “I’m too exhausted to make my own nest right now.”
“Of course.” Tango says, his fluff tipped tail flicking behind him.
Jimmy takes off his shoes, crawling into the nest.
It feels amazing, even more so when Tango shuts off the lamp, and crawls in next to him, grabbing a blanket, and curling up into it.
Jimmy roles onto his side, facing Tango.
“Could we cuddle?” Jimmy asks the shorter blond.
“Sure.” Tango says quietly, sliding over so he is curled up, laying up against Jimmy’s chest, back to chest.
A rumbling purr emits from Tango’s chest as the blaze hybrid becomes comfortable.
Jimmy smiles, laying a big, yellow feathered wing over both of them and they are both asleep in minutes.