04-07-2019, 01:11 PM
ringing. That's all she could hear. Sharp, whining... irritating ringing. Her head was pounding. Just past the ringing, she could feel her heart throb in her chest. She could feel the waves of pain in her wing. She could hear the rasp in her breath. Over all if she could give a poetic description: This fucking hurt!
Through the ringing and the pain, she felt a touch. a very light touch, but a touch none the less. a touch by something sharp, as if someone had taken the blade of a knife and lightly caressed it down her broken wing. If that didn't start a flight or fight response, she doesn't know what would. The bird cried out in a weak but loud caw, her feet scrambling and pushing her forward in the dirt. She did not have the energy to stand up, but she did manage to push herself a few feet forward. Get away from me! she screamed out. Damn mammals. Always thinking they can push smaller animals around and step on them. They were just pets, no need to check if they were alive before trying to get themselves some fresh chicken wings!
Cry panted, placing her good wing onto the ground and tucking the injured one close to her chest. She stared down at the wet, muddy forest floor for a few moments before pushing herself up to her feet. She broke a sweat, stumbling for a few moments before she glared up at the bigger creatures before her. She was sworn to silence before she heard it. You'd have a better discussion with a braindead parrot than one of those things. She saw red. Her face flushed, she screeched back, You better not be calling me brain dead, you paul castellano wannabe!
"SPEECH"