[PRP] Birds of a Feather. [ Melody x ]

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Tarquin had been luxurating in the sun, allowing it to warm up his bones after he’d had to go for a cold swim. The sound of birdsong was peaceful all around him as Adriata slept in his nest of hair. It wouldn’t be long before summer would start to fade, he had to enjoy times like these while they were here.

After awhile, he heard the soft footsteps of someone nearby and raised himself to awareness to see who was about. As he moved through the foliage, he spotted a lovely mare. Iridescent with birds all over her, they seemed to flock ot her.

“Helloooo!” He called as he approached trying not to startle her. Adriata was moving frantic in his hair and after a moment he saw why. There was a strange bird with strange noises just peeking out of the trees.






The bird hopped for tenatively, his large eyes in both it's heads taking everything in. It's one wing was tucked securely to it's side. (157)  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Tarquin bowed his head in greeting, “I’m Tarquin and somewhere hiding in my hair is Adriata my mouse.” He studied the….bird that had come into view. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve never seen a bird with….does it have two head?” He looked at the creature warily and moved a little closer as it made a kind of chirping sound looking up at him.

It was a larger bird than most. He could see why Melody had thought of a duck. But it didn’t seem to be a water type. “What could it be? It’s now a hawk is it? It’s very dark with such orange eyes.” He could feel the trembling of Adriata in his hair. She was always a little drama queen about meeting new people or creatures.

He turned his head back to the mare, “I think I’ve heard of you. You help and take care of birds don’t you? But you’ve never seen one like this?”

The bird gave another twitter and hop.

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[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Adriata moved furiously squeaking in Tarquin’s hair. “Perhaps, a crow then. It’s certainly a bird of prey. My familiar does not like them as they our her natural enemy.” He rubbed against the lump in his hair, “I’ll keep you safe Adriata as always.” Her panicked squeaks seemed to slow down for a moment.

He followed the mare into the brush. “That might be why it seem to be acting strange. And crows are all black. I hear they have quite vivid eyes. Perhaps this one is some kind of….mutation or different species of crow,” he considered.

He looked to Melody, “I suppose that you are more well versed than I in how to care for injured birds? I just find it odd that wiht your expertise you’ve not encountered one of these before. But it is, stunning.”

The bird shuffled deeper into the brush, starting to make more pained sounds than before.


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[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

“I thought you were called, Our Lady of the Birds?” He smiled knowing that it was not an official title and would probably irk her a bit.

The brambles grew thicker as they went after the bird. “Well, call me a coward but if it has imprinted, better you than me. I am certainly not prepared to be a mother.” However fate was working against him, but that is another story.

“Do you think it safe to keep going this far? Maybe we should call to see if it would stop? Perhaps it’s running scared?” (574)  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

They couldn’t get over how easy it had been. It was simple enough to pretend as though their wing might be hurt. All they had to do was hold it oddly and hoot plaintively. The key was not to make too much eye contact or else they might see it for what it truly was. That would not do at all.

It had been easy to lead them into the brambles, to get them hopelessly tangled and mired in thorns that would rip and rend ath their skin. It would make them bleed and the smell, oh the smell…

It would be sharp, coppery. Then as they struggled it’d become even more metallic. When they turned, then there would be pure fear in the blood and nothing tasted so divine as an angeni scared for it’s life. The male would taste good too, but the female was much closer.

She was also rambling on about this “mother” stuff. They had picked the flesh from their mother’s bones years ago. So if she wanted to be their mother in that way, then….well, who were they to say no? Not with such tender, tender flesh….

But they were getting ready to turn back and that mouse, that MOUSE was freaking out. It knew a predator when it saw one. Well then the game was up.

From one moment to the next, with a cracking of bones they shifted into an Owl shifter. “Oh yes, you can be my mother if you let us feast on that supple flesh,”Grima laughed. Grimora giggled, “Oh yes mother, do come and heal us. We are weak with hunger!” Then they lunged.


Tarquin tore through the brambles backward trying to give her room to escape this nightmare. He felt the ripping in his wings as he surged upward to move out of her way. “FLY!” He screamed.