The video loads, and an avian girl appears on your screen, fiddling with the controls on her webcam, making loud coos of frustration. After a moment, she looks down at what you presume is her monitor, and stops.

"Oh, 'sworking. Um, cool. So..."

She fidgets. Dark, unkempt feathers of a slightly bluish grey tone top her head, continuing down to meet her beak, and down the back of her neck and shoulders. The rest of her feathers are white, though you get glimpses of her wings- the same dark tone as the top of her head, with bars of black marking each feather. Her pinkish beak has the distinctive fleshy [i]ceres[/i] of a pigeon, a soft lump of skin that covers her nostrils much like a mammalian nose. From what you can see, she's wearing a simple gray t-shirt, slightly stained and thoroughly worn out. With all her fussing over the camera before, you also got a glimpse of her breasts- very sizable, especially considering that avians don't have mammaries. She pushes her glasses up on her beak, the gleam hiding her orange-red irises, and she speaks again.

"This is my, uh, personal weblog. Video weblog. Bree suggested I start it, 'cause she said that there's probably folks out there who'd want to see more of me, and that she wanted to be able to put a face to all our chatting. So, yeah. This is gonna be the first one... if I make any more."

She tilts her head from side to side as she speaks, mumbling and hesitating frequently.

"Um, so about me? I'm Lilah. I'm a lahore pigeon... it's a breed of the usual pigeon. Most of my family are pigeons, but I've got a little bit of some other species in my ancestry."

Palming her breasts, she pushes them up against her shirt. Large nipples press against the grey fabric, and as she leans closer to the camera, you can see a slight glint of mischief in her expression.

"Hence the F-cups. Well, they're more like G-cups, these days. I'm part human on my dad's side, and I guess I take after that side in a few ways. I, uh... I used to be smaller, but I was on some meds for a while that made me start growing a little... and lactating. I'm off 'em, now, but I still... make milk."

She lets go of her breasts, causing them to bounce and shake in her shirt as she reaches for the camera, turning it to one corner of the room. A breast-milking machine sits atop a cabinet among a variety of other objects.

"I have to milk myself once a day or so, or it starts to hurt, but... I like the feeling of them being full, I guess."

She turns the camera back to herself. She's looking a little more confident, now, leaning casually on the desk before the camera, her wings together in such a way that her breasts are squeezed together and up.

"I've got a bit of other ancestry... this one's kinda tricky to explain, though. So... you know how there's all kinds of anthros, and sometimes you even see plant or fungi people?"

As she speaks, she reaches for something out of view of the camera, revealing a sizable knife, suitable for butchering meat or clearing brush. She holds it in one wing, palming the dull back of the blade.

"Well, it only figures that there's gonna be all kinds of animal anthros, right? If even other kingdoms of living creatures can be anthros, then it only figures that some of the more uncommon animals would be, too. So... don't freak out, now. But I found this out back in middle school when I was being bullied a lot, and-"

Before she says another word, she casually swings the knife around, and down onto her wing, severing it at the wrist. Bizarrely, barely a trickle of blood flows out, and as she holds the stump the camera, you begin to see the severed portion begin to slowly regrow.

"-I'm part flatworm. Planarian, on my mom's side. Mom didn't even know about it, so she was kind of freaked out the first time she saw it happen. I'm so used to it, though... I don't even really react much to pain, these days, 'cause I grow everything back. There's, uh... actually a couple clones of me running around, due to times when enough got cut off that both sides regenerated into whole bodies. To keep things simple, we say I'm the original 'cause I'm regenerated from parts with the head attached. Or, okay... just the head, sometimes."

The hand portion of her wing having regrown fully as she talks, she gives it a shake, and wiggles her feathers, waving it at the camera.

"I got into an argument a few times about whether it was self-injury or not. I don't really think it is, 'cause of how I heal... it's not really the same, right? And like I said, I don't react to pain the normal way any more, so it's not like hurting myself... I think. Anyway, it makes certain things easier."

Standing up, she walks over to the cabinet where the milking machine rests, and pulls open a sizable drawer at the base, taking out a large object. She brings it towards the camera, and it becomes apparent that it's a dildo at least as wide around as her whole ribcage.

"Like, my body can handle a lot more, sexually. This one isn't really even that difficult for me, anymore. That's part of why I was being bullied, really-- well, that and the Aspergers --I like sex, and I wasn't shy about it. But now people don't seem to mind, and I get to have fun and experiment. I, uh... I guess I like doing things that please other people. I get off on getting other people off. So, that's kind of the other point of this blog... I wanna meet people who have unusual desires, and help satisfy them."

Setting the oversized sex toy back in the cabinet, she returns to the camera, and leans over it.

"So, uh... let me know if there's anyone who wants to see me do anything special, or maybe meet up?"
