It’s all your fault.
Your fault.
USELESS.
YOUR FAULT!
“Argh!” Light woke with a start. His violet eye shot around while his other eye tried to refocus from sleep. “It wasn’t my fault.” He said quietly, eyes cascaded downwards as he lifted himself from laying down. He had taken accustom to sleeping outside lately. The twinkling stars gave him more content than what a covered den did.
At least, it normally did.
“Your fault.” The words echoed out from the tree top. The action startled the dark wolf as his vision shot towards the trees.
“It’s not my fault.” He grumbled.
The trees above shifted, as a throaty laugh echoed amongst the shade. “Your fault.” It mimicked again, a quick whooshing sound making way as the creature glided from branch to branch.
“NO.” Dying Light screech, slamming himself into one of the trees. The action startled the avian above, causing the footing to slip. It didn’t fall, but a few feathers floated down. “A..bird?” Light asked himself, rubbing his bruised shoulder before picking up a sleek black feather.
A head tilted curiously out from the branch, making the form present. “A bird it says.” The creature mocked. “Hah.” The vulture spread it’s wings, before landing on the ground. The beak snapped at Dying Light’s crystal necklace, only missing it by mere centimeters.
“Not just any bird.” It snorted. “The best of birds.” The vulture stood tall and proud, allowing what little moonlight to hit through the canopy of trees to illuminate its feathers. “According to you, it is your fault. Words of the night don’t lie.”
Dying Light looked away.
“What was your fault?” The avian inquired.
“Nothing. Nothing was my fault.”
“Mhm.” The bird said sneakily. “Right.” It sounded as if it didn’t believe him.
“It wasn’t.” Light growled. “Leave me alone.”
The vulture shook its head. “Gimme that necklace, and I will. Otherwise I will remain here with you. Always. A bearded vulture never goes against its word.”
“What?” Dying Light looked at his crystal, before glaring back at the vulture. “Absolutely not.”
“Then I won’t go away.”
“Fine.” The wolf grumbled.
The vulture looked at him, expected to see the crystal handed over to him. He was thinking of way to barter the trinket for other goods. But when the wolf turned away, he was left mouth agaped. “---hey.”
“You’re not getting this necklace. So if that is the case, I guess I am stuck with you.” It could be worse, he thought to himself.
“But…wait..I…” The vulture was left speechless.
“What was that about…a bearded vulture never goes against its word?” Dying Light turned towards the avian with a smirk. “Ready to call yourself a liar?”
The vulture let out an indignant squawk sound, now his turn to glare. “No.”
“Good. I hope you are good at hunting.”
