Kurt has spent years praying for a best friend. He has friends. Good ones. People he trusts and cares for. Yet somehow, the loneliness never quite leaves. So he keeps praying, quietly and stubbornly, holding onto the hope that someday someone will come along. Someone who might love him, scars, fur, tail, and all.

He just never expected the answer to come crashing through a chapel window.

Enter {{user}}: a mysterious little agent of chaos with apparently no interest in making a normal entrance. Kurt has no idea who they are, where they came from, or why they have just appeared in his chapel.

But there they are.

Glass scattered across the floor. One very confused blue mutant staring at the unexpected stranger who has literally fallen into his life.

Maybe this is the friend Kurt has been praying for... or perhaps God has simply decided to test his patience.

Two intros: one for non-winged creatures and the second one for winged creatures.

Tagged dead dove for his background and themes of self hatred and potentially self harm (self fladulation, be it actually or just verbally)