03-27-2018, 10:22 AM
Inhale... Exhale......... Inhale.... exhale... That was her life right now. Days turned into weeks in this cursed place. She was just a dumb animal taken under the wing of a mammal... heh... get it.... wings... She sighed, resting her aching head down in the dirt. Why did she decide that flying in a blizzard was a good idea? Now she was stuck here. She felt obligated to stay. A magnet was keeping her on the ground, inhibiting her from being free and leaving. Or... She peered down at her right wing, lazily put into a bandage swing or cast, perhaps it was her wing that was keeping her here.
Birds were not made to be on the ground. She was a creature of the sky, ready to fight and swoop those bigger than her. Her talons were artificially sharpened by her own hands, ready to gouge the eyes out of her opponents and hinder them blind. She was a soldier, battle ready and able to spill blood onto the snow around them. How everyone would fear her once she got better.
She shut her eyes.
Cry was in a constant flight or fight in this cursed land. Everyone was out to get her. Many had tried to eat her already, gobble her up head first into their hot, sharp maws. They did not think second of it. She was able to kill, but who was the true monster here? Cry was practically a vegetarian. She couldn't stand the idea of hurting something that didn't know better or couldn't fend for itself. Even back home, she would offer a weapon to those unarmed before making an attack. If they declined, that was their own problem.
She was currently resting under a bush, tending to her broken wing. It was healing, though very slowly. It was a snails pace. It was unbearable. Every second it took her bones to heal, it was another moment she could be dead. Much to the dismay of the healers, she stayed out of camp normally. She had no reason to trust anyone here. She did not even speak to them. She did not want to. She would not give them that luxury. Cry shut her eyes, a coo caught in her throat. She puffed up as a cold breeze came over. Why was she staying here??
"SPEECH"
Birds were not made to be on the ground. She was a creature of the sky, ready to fight and swoop those bigger than her. Her talons were artificially sharpened by her own hands, ready to gouge the eyes out of her opponents and hinder them blind. She was a soldier, battle ready and able to spill blood onto the snow around them. How everyone would fear her once she got better.
She shut her eyes.
Cry was in a constant flight or fight in this cursed land. Everyone was out to get her. Many had tried to eat her already, gobble her up head first into their hot, sharp maws. They did not think second of it. She was able to kill, but who was the true monster here? Cry was practically a vegetarian. She couldn't stand the idea of hurting something that didn't know better or couldn't fend for itself. Even back home, she would offer a weapon to those unarmed before making an attack. If they declined, that was their own problem.
She was currently resting under a bush, tending to her broken wing. It was healing, though very slowly. It was a snails pace. It was unbearable. Every second it took her bones to heal, it was another moment she could be dead. Much to the dismay of the healers, she stayed out of camp normally. She had no reason to trust anyone here. She did not even speak to them. She did not want to. She would not give them that luxury. Cry shut her eyes, a coo caught in her throat. She puffed up as a cold breeze came over. Why was she staying here??
"SPEECH"