03-11-2020, 05:52 PM
He had to collect something for his weekly task. Originally, he wanted to collect books, but that was a stupid idea considering his lack of reading skills. After all, Beck had made it seem that his object of collection should be something that was valued for its physical sake.
Coming across this tree was a mark of fate. There was really no explanation as to why Ivan was wandering so close to it and just barely caught the glint of something round and promptly decided to investigate. There were three golden eagle eggs, which should have been an alarm to any bird enthusiast. Eagles didn’t normally nest in low hanging areas, but then again, the mutated ecosystem thriving in Tanglewood’s borders must be playing by different rules.
Ivan batted one with a paw. He was tempted to eat them, or preserve them for a collection, but he decided against it, not keen in robbing innocents of their lives. He continued on, but the next day his curiosity prompted him to check on them again. They hadn’t moved. Ivan noticed that he could not detect any parent’s scent either.
This third afternoon, Ivan sat down and watched them longer. He was beginning to feel tired after a few hours and was preparing to leave before the sun came down. A shifting caught his attention and his large ears pricked, excited to witness the miracle of life. It took a while but the first chick emerged, a horrible disfigurement of a bird, with two heads instead of one. It fumbled around on the ground. The next two came shortly after.
The two-headed eagle chick perceived its younger siblings, and crushed them immediately. Ivan hated to admit it, but they were executed almost with a certain art and fashion to it. A fantastical gladiator show. Their crumpled, tiny bodies lay strung about the nest.
“Why?” He muttered, feeling his dinner crawl up his throat, “Why would you do that? They were innocent, you rotten ugly thing!” The two-headed monster turned its four-eyed gaze on the black kitten. Ivan didn’t know it now, but the chick had imprinted on him. Wrong place at the wrong time.
Fear boiled in Ivan’s chest and he dug his claws into the ground, holding back from ending the creature’s life. He just couldn’t do it. He was too cowardly. His eyes burned with tears and his lip trembled with unease. He shook his head. He won’t cry.
The chick moved closer to him and curled against his paw, the paw had had the extra toe, just as this bird had an extra head. But he could not so easily fraternize with something that had just done something like that. He moved away but the chick persisted.
Ivan was really at a lost for what he should do and the sun bearing down on the horizon wasn’t making matters any better.
Coming across this tree was a mark of fate. There was really no explanation as to why Ivan was wandering so close to it and just barely caught the glint of something round and promptly decided to investigate. There were three golden eagle eggs, which should have been an alarm to any bird enthusiast. Eagles didn’t normally nest in low hanging areas, but then again, the mutated ecosystem thriving in Tanglewood’s borders must be playing by different rules.
Ivan batted one with a paw. He was tempted to eat them, or preserve them for a collection, but he decided against it, not keen in robbing innocents of their lives. He continued on, but the next day his curiosity prompted him to check on them again. They hadn’t moved. Ivan noticed that he could not detect any parent’s scent either.
This third afternoon, Ivan sat down and watched them longer. He was beginning to feel tired after a few hours and was preparing to leave before the sun came down. A shifting caught his attention and his large ears pricked, excited to witness the miracle of life. It took a while but the first chick emerged, a horrible disfigurement of a bird, with two heads instead of one. It fumbled around on the ground. The next two came shortly after.
The two-headed eagle chick perceived its younger siblings, and crushed them immediately. Ivan hated to admit it, but they were executed almost with a certain art and fashion to it. A fantastical gladiator show. Their crumpled, tiny bodies lay strung about the nest.
“Why?” He muttered, feeling his dinner crawl up his throat, “Why would you do that? They were innocent, you rotten ugly thing!” The two-headed monster turned its four-eyed gaze on the black kitten. Ivan didn’t know it now, but the chick had imprinted on him. Wrong place at the wrong time.
Fear boiled in Ivan’s chest and he dug his claws into the ground, holding back from ending the creature’s life. He just couldn’t do it. He was too cowardly. His eyes burned with tears and his lip trembled with unease. He shook his head. He won’t cry.
The chick moved closer to him and curled against his paw, the paw had had the extra toe, just as this bird had an extra head. But he could not so easily fraternize with something that had just done something like that. He moved away but the chick persisted.
Ivan was really at a lost for what he should do and the sun bearing down on the horizon wasn’t making matters any better.