Post by Shoki on Jan 25, 2016 11:04:06 GMT -8
They hadn’t been entirely sure if they should let her stand. According to the ‘wing who looked at her, her song could be perfect. Or not, it was hard to pin down. In the end they let her stand, if only because she was one of many people and the eggs this time were few. Shri accepted this.
When the hatching songs began, she listened, but found nothing that resonated with her. At least until the last egg hatched. It was oddly sized where the others were uniform, and when it sang, she felt an oddly slippery song in her soul. It didn’t want to be pinned down, it moved so far and fast it was hard to figure out if there was a proper melody. But soon enough the chick it belonged to came to her, a male voice reaching out.
Shri. Go to yours, I will remain with mine, but I leave you with the secret of my name. I am Slaash. The chick began to change color, a black covering each feather. Eyes darkened to a blood red, but beak remained a dusty brown. She turned back, and a rider walked to here, examining the chick that went back to its mother.
“Congratulations Shri, on impressing a Deathwing.” A knife was placed in her hands as she looked around, the other Deathwing riders tending to their new kin. She didn’t like Deathwings as much. She had heard of their exterminated kin, the Lifewings, but though both of them restricted. It was too bad, but she would care for Slaash even if…
Hmm? She looked back at the chicks being cared for by their black mother, watching as Slaash tried to push them out of the way for more food. He didn’t perfectly look like a raven, though she knew there were different sorts. He looked right enough for everyone else, but there was something off about this for Shri. Something that resonated in that slippery song of his. Her eyes widened. He wasn’t a raven.
Shh, secrets must be kept safe Shri. One red eye met her gaze, before they both went their separate ways and began living and impossible lie.
A Deathwing fake and his rider living among an Aerie of Deathwings.
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So what are you, really?
A thief hatched in a nest of normal chicks, it seems. It feels right, somehow. Slaash picked at his meat. Do you have any fruit? Shri raised an eyebrow.
You can eat fruit?
Maybe. It seems right. I can eat this too, but I want fruit. Shri smiled.
You want sweets too then. I’ll see what I can do. She motioned her hand and Dea took off, on a mission. Analis and Selt remained, watching the strange bird that was now their partner by proxy. Are you a Deathwing?
I don’t think so. I am not sure what I am as far as that goes, but I’m a…Koel. Yes. Raven’s nests are perfect for me. You don’t want to be one of them either, do you? Slaash looked down at her as she shook her head.
I do it because I must, but the riders are oppressive, and the only option is fighting. It’s too… restrictive.
Then, Shri, will you throw your lot in with me? Shri looked at the feathered creature, watched his words lay out what his notes had glossed over. We’ll gather strength, let them raise us well and then we will break free as we want. What do you say?
Shri didn’t say anything for a moment, Dea popping back with a redfruit in her claws. It was given to Slaash as Shri reached into her pocket for a cookie she had swiped earlier. She held up the cookie and he watched her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I’m with you, all the way.”
When the hatching songs began, she listened, but found nothing that resonated with her. At least until the last egg hatched. It was oddly sized where the others were uniform, and when it sang, she felt an oddly slippery song in her soul. It didn’t want to be pinned down, it moved so far and fast it was hard to figure out if there was a proper melody. But soon enough the chick it belonged to came to her, a male voice reaching out.
Shri. Go to yours, I will remain with mine, but I leave you with the secret of my name. I am Slaash. The chick began to change color, a black covering each feather. Eyes darkened to a blood red, but beak remained a dusty brown. She turned back, and a rider walked to here, examining the chick that went back to its mother.
“Congratulations Shri, on impressing a Deathwing.” A knife was placed in her hands as she looked around, the other Deathwing riders tending to their new kin. She didn’t like Deathwings as much. She had heard of their exterminated kin, the Lifewings, but though both of them restricted. It was too bad, but she would care for Slaash even if…
Hmm? She looked back at the chicks being cared for by their black mother, watching as Slaash tried to push them out of the way for more food. He didn’t perfectly look like a raven, though she knew there were different sorts. He looked right enough for everyone else, but there was something off about this for Shri. Something that resonated in that slippery song of his. Her eyes widened. He wasn’t a raven.
Shh, secrets must be kept safe Shri. One red eye met her gaze, before they both went their separate ways and began living and impossible lie.
A Deathwing fake and his rider living among an Aerie of Deathwings.
---
So what are you, really?
A thief hatched in a nest of normal chicks, it seems. It feels right, somehow. Slaash picked at his meat. Do you have any fruit? Shri raised an eyebrow.
You can eat fruit?
Maybe. It seems right. I can eat this too, but I want fruit. Shri smiled.
You want sweets too then. I’ll see what I can do. She motioned her hand and Dea took off, on a mission. Analis and Selt remained, watching the strange bird that was now their partner by proxy. Are you a Deathwing?
I don’t think so. I am not sure what I am as far as that goes, but I’m a…Koel. Yes. Raven’s nests are perfect for me. You don’t want to be one of them either, do you? Slaash looked down at her as she shook her head.
I do it because I must, but the riders are oppressive, and the only option is fighting. It’s too… restrictive.
Then, Shri, will you throw your lot in with me? Shri looked at the feathered creature, watched his words lay out what his notes had glossed over. We’ll gather strength, let them raise us well and then we will break free as we want. What do you say?
Shri didn’t say anything for a moment, Dea popping back with a redfruit in her claws. It was given to Slaash as Shri reached into her pocket for a cookie she had swiped earlier. She held up the cookie and he watched her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I’m with you, all the way.”
