Kiran watched, stunned as the two magnificent creatures dropped from the sky. Wind Eagles, fearsome and majestic. Wonderful and frightening. Their screeches of rage rung in her ears and the girl pulled her hands up to protect her ears from the sound. Her eyes were large, barely blinking. Not willing to miss a single second of this.
Wing spread, their span longer than she was tall. Their extended claws like long daggers, hooked and ready to tear and rend flesh from it's moorings of bone and muscle. They raked deep into the face of the monster, in the middle of his leap for Kiran. His scream was what brought her attention back to him, she had been distracted from the Zith by the appearance of the Eagles. Now she didn't look on him with fear. She sat up, pulling her wounds from the ground, her mind not on the pain. She looked at the thing on the ground her eyes filled with contempt and a slight bit of contentment. He would die, she would live. The little girl would too. She was satisfied.
Later the shock would hit her, the knowledge that she had faced down a Zith, that she had been seconds from death. She would hide under her covers and cry until the horrid scene faded from her mind long enough for her to sleep. But she would never for get the fact that she had almost died. The knowledge would follow her everyday, and her hatred of Zith would grow until every time she saw one of them she would go after it with any weapon available to her. Whether they were good or not she would harbor a hate for them.
But she did not know this. Instead she knew that the second eagle was there, slicing it's talons deep into the membrane of his wings. Dark blood ran from the leathery wings as he was hefted from the ground. Another screech filled the air but Kiran's ears were better protected this time by her hands. the other eagle circled back, as they rose Kiran's neck craned, her eyes locked onto the forms. It grabbed the Zith's leg to ease the burden of the other eagle, even form this distance she could see the blood falling form the gashes the deadly talons were creating. A scream rent the air, filling it with pain, despair and hate. Through her hands she heard it before the creature went limp. The eagles continued to rise until she couldn't make out details, then they dropped the monster.
It's body fell past her and the eagles descended, making it obvious they wanted to land. Kiran scrambled back into the cave mouth, giving them the room thy required. She slowly, her body burning in pain from the slashes that bled freely. She swayed somewhat, blood loss making her slightly woozy. She pulled a t her top, the part that still had some fabric, and began to bind the wounds, it was sloppy but some of the wounds on her side stopped bleeding with the tight bandages restricting the blood flow. She looked back at the eagles as they landed. Huge, deadly, beautiful.
Then there was a voice in her head, loud and definitely female. She didn't know how she knew but it was the larger one who spoke to her. And she was obviously unsettled, her feathers were fluffed up and she kept moving, shifting her weight. Kiran's gold eyes eventually met the female's black ones, they were looking at her with such intensity that the hairs on the nape of her neck lifted. As did the one's on her arms. She noticed, distantly that the female had light red colored skin around her eyes and beak. Eventually she tore her eyes from the daunting gaze and she smiled at the comment, blushing slightly. she looked away, brave? No, she was not brave. Perhaps stupid, foolish. Reckless, but she had just done what needed to be done. That girl would've been dead had she not done anything.
Kiran looked at the female's body fully, she had black feathers around her head, trialing down her back and underbelly. The only colors that adorned her body were bands of gray on her wing and tail, and noticeable red feathers between the joint son her wings. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing Kiran had ever seen.
"Thank you, Zeryna." she spoke the name with reverence. Hardly believing that a wind eagle would both call her brave and tell her, her name. It was truly amazing.
The next voice to pass through her mind was softer, gentler. Where his sister seemed to barge in he just followed, dancing lightly across her mind. It was obvious he was less the dominant one, his sister seemed to have a presence that insisted on being noticed. She required attention where he seemed more content to hang back. Or perhaps Kiran had misread. But that's how she took it. He was smaller than his sister, hanging back. But even with the height difference you could tell they came form the same clutch, although the male, Pelyna, had a purplish tinge to his eyes and feathers that entranced her.
She thanked them both again, for saving her. For deciding she was worthy of being saved. They could've jut as easily let her fall form the cliff and then killed the Zith, and if she had been useless to the Inartan society she had no doubt they would've. That did not disturb her as it would people of other races, it was how their society worked. They did not need lazy, worthless Dek's they needed strong hunters, Endal's, blacksmiths, healers, and the ilk.
She was slightly surprised that they knew her name, what was her name to them?
Their next comment caught her off guard. Perhaps it would've been creepy, if she wasn't Inartan and they weren't wind eagles. But as it was it was intimidating. to think she had caught the attention of two awe inspiring creatures such as them.
"Why?"
OOCAre these two fledglings or fullgrown eagles?
Wing spread, their span longer than she was tall. Their extended claws like long daggers, hooked and ready to tear and rend flesh from it's moorings of bone and muscle. They raked deep into the face of the monster, in the middle of his leap for Kiran. His scream was what brought her attention back to him, she had been distracted from the Zith by the appearance of the Eagles. Now she didn't look on him with fear. She sat up, pulling her wounds from the ground, her mind not on the pain. She looked at the thing on the ground her eyes filled with contempt and a slight bit of contentment. He would die, she would live. The little girl would too. She was satisfied.
Later the shock would hit her, the knowledge that she had faced down a Zith, that she had been seconds from death. She would hide under her covers and cry until the horrid scene faded from her mind long enough for her to sleep. But she would never for get the fact that she had almost died. The knowledge would follow her everyday, and her hatred of Zith would grow until every time she saw one of them she would go after it with any weapon available to her. Whether they were good or not she would harbor a hate for them.
But she did not know this. Instead she knew that the second eagle was there, slicing it's talons deep into the membrane of his wings. Dark blood ran from the leathery wings as he was hefted from the ground. Another screech filled the air but Kiran's ears were better protected this time by her hands. the other eagle circled back, as they rose Kiran's neck craned, her eyes locked onto the forms. It grabbed the Zith's leg to ease the burden of the other eagle, even form this distance she could see the blood falling form the gashes the deadly talons were creating. A scream rent the air, filling it with pain, despair and hate. Through her hands she heard it before the creature went limp. The eagles continued to rise until she couldn't make out details, then they dropped the monster.
It's body fell past her and the eagles descended, making it obvious they wanted to land. Kiran scrambled back into the cave mouth, giving them the room thy required. She slowly, her body burning in pain from the slashes that bled freely. She swayed somewhat, blood loss making her slightly woozy. She pulled a t her top, the part that still had some fabric, and began to bind the wounds, it was sloppy but some of the wounds on her side stopped bleeding with the tight bandages restricting the blood flow. She looked back at the eagles as they landed. Huge, deadly, beautiful.
Then there was a voice in her head, loud and definitely female. She didn't know how she knew but it was the larger one who spoke to her. And she was obviously unsettled, her feathers were fluffed up and she kept moving, shifting her weight. Kiran's gold eyes eventually met the female's black ones, they were looking at her with such intensity that the hairs on the nape of her neck lifted. As did the one's on her arms. She noticed, distantly that the female had light red colored skin around her eyes and beak. Eventually she tore her eyes from the daunting gaze and she smiled at the comment, blushing slightly. she looked away, brave? No, she was not brave. Perhaps stupid, foolish. Reckless, but she had just done what needed to be done. That girl would've been dead had she not done anything.
Kiran looked at the female's body fully, she had black feathers around her head, trialing down her back and underbelly. The only colors that adorned her body were bands of gray on her wing and tail, and noticeable red feathers between the joint son her wings. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing Kiran had ever seen.
"Thank you, Zeryna." she spoke the name with reverence. Hardly believing that a wind eagle would both call her brave and tell her, her name. It was truly amazing.
The next voice to pass through her mind was softer, gentler. Where his sister seemed to barge in he just followed, dancing lightly across her mind. It was obvious he was less the dominant one, his sister seemed to have a presence that insisted on being noticed. She required attention where he seemed more content to hang back. Or perhaps Kiran had misread. But that's how she took it. He was smaller than his sister, hanging back. But even with the height difference you could tell they came form the same clutch, although the male, Pelyna, had a purplish tinge to his eyes and feathers that entranced her.
She thanked them both again, for saving her. For deciding she was worthy of being saved. They could've jut as easily let her fall form the cliff and then killed the Zith, and if she had been useless to the Inartan society she had no doubt they would've. That did not disturb her as it would people of other races, it was how their society worked. They did not need lazy, worthless Dek's they needed strong hunters, Endal's, blacksmiths, healers, and the ilk.
She was slightly surprised that they knew her name, what was her name to them?
Their next comment caught her off guard. Perhaps it would've been creepy, if she wasn't Inartan and they weren't wind eagles. But as it was it was intimidating. to think she had caught the attention of two awe inspiring creatures such as them.
"Why?"
OOCAre these two fledglings or fullgrown eagles?
