Post by FreeSpark on Jun 27, 2017 6:40:19 GMT 1
Character stopped playing, till the character returns, this will be a 'What-If' Story
At the base of the mountains was another elf and bird combination. They had been travelling for a few years now together and at the moment they needed rest. they had fled from some great over grown monstrous beast. It had attacked them while they where in the fields near the forest and in terror they had run. Luckily neither had been injured but their precious fragile cargo had not faired so well. It was a strange sight indeed.
A small fire burned and next to it was a tall bird like creature with powerful legs and beak and tiny wings not meant for flying. It was a golden red color with black legs and beak, its beedy black eyes looking around it as it remained alert and standing at all time the tail feathers fluffed and crest high. Beside it was a simple leather saddle and a large leather basket pouch with thick warm furs and sand inside. It held their very precious cargo.
Slowly a small red headed elf walked towards the bird who gave an angry hiss and the crest rattled and he sighed and nodded raising his hands to show he was not armed before going closer when the bird settled and he lowered down next to the large furred basket his pale skin shimmering in the fire light and the long red hair falling to his knees. Slowly he reached into the fur and sand to remove a large egg about the size of an elven skull. He checked it carefully and kissed it before putting it back and checking a second. Each one got attention and was turned lovingly. Then he carefully moved some sand to reveal a third egg split open the shimmering yolk spilling into the sand. He gave a soft sad sound and removed it carefully and set it in the grass. The deformed featherless chick had been so close to hatching but now it was lifeless. the tall bird next to him gave a long mourning call and nudged it with its big beak before taking it in its beak and eating it as carefully as it could and the elf drank the yolk and liquid tears falling down his face. To others it seemed heartless but to them it allowed the unborn to live on and nourish the living. When it was all done he set the shell back in the basket with the two remaining eggs and covered them with the sand again. It would be a long night and their hearts ached. together they curled up next to the fire and waited out the night in silence... how he hated silence.
At the base of the mountains was another elf and bird combination. They had been travelling for a few years now together and at the moment they needed rest. they had fled from some great over grown monstrous beast. It had attacked them while they where in the fields near the forest and in terror they had run. Luckily neither had been injured but their precious fragile cargo had not faired so well. It was a strange sight indeed.
A small fire burned and next to it was a tall bird like creature with powerful legs and beak and tiny wings not meant for flying. It was a golden red color with black legs and beak, its beedy black eyes looking around it as it remained alert and standing at all time the tail feathers fluffed and crest high. Beside it was a simple leather saddle and a large leather basket pouch with thick warm furs and sand inside. It held their very precious cargo.
Slowly a small red headed elf walked towards the bird who gave an angry hiss and the crest rattled and he sighed and nodded raising his hands to show he was not armed before going closer when the bird settled and he lowered down next to the large furred basket his pale skin shimmering in the fire light and the long red hair falling to his knees. Slowly he reached into the fur and sand to remove a large egg about the size of an elven skull. He checked it carefully and kissed it before putting it back and checking a second. Each one got attention and was turned lovingly. Then he carefully moved some sand to reveal a third egg split open the shimmering yolk spilling into the sand. He gave a soft sad sound and removed it carefully and set it in the grass. The deformed featherless chick had been so close to hatching but now it was lifeless. the tall bird next to him gave a long mourning call and nudged it with its big beak before taking it in its beak and eating it as carefully as it could and the elf drank the yolk and liquid tears falling down his face. To others it seemed heartless but to them it allowed the unborn to live on and nourish the living. When it was all done he set the shell back in the basket with the two remaining eggs and covered them with the sand again. It would be a long night and their hearts ached. together they curled up next to the fire and waited out the night in silence... how he hated silence.
