Mila Leafrunner
01-28-09, 08:11 PM
Glancing around warily, I pulled my few belongings together into my backpack. I clucked to the eagle who was hiding in the trees, and she ruffled her wings before taking off to tell the others to come. I was scared, no, terrified. My home had been invaded by my angry orcish relatives, and they were tracking me. I had to move faster. I glanced back at the whimpering, snuffling sound coming from the underbrush, and hurried to it. A fox, gray fur speckled with white from age, was pulling one of her kits along in her mouth, and two more following on unsteady paws. I strode over, plucked them up into my arms, and began to move at a steady trotting pace. I glanced down at them quickly and smiled. One of them was a creamy blue-gray, the silken color of a dawnlit sky. But his eyes shone a fierce, stony gray. I concentrated on skimming through the tree trunks with the grace inherited from my elven father.
Finally out of breath, I flopped down on a rock. The two fox kits started squirming in my grasp and I gently lay them down. Their grandmother and mother came over to them, each with one more kit in her mouth. The father gravely followed. The seven foxes curled against each other in greetings as the kits began to nurse. I wiped the sweat from my brow and felt the heavy wingbeats of the eagle above my head. I held out my arm for her to land. She swooped right past it and gracefully fell to four furry paws on the stone beside me. I murmured to her, "All right then... You do that."
She laughed to me, "What? You disapprove of my dignity? You found me as a chick and gave me my paws, but you cannot take away my Kitor." Kitor was what the birds of prey called their proud spirit.
I retorted, "Huh! Well excuse me, if it weren't for me adopting you and adding some genetic material from a cat, remember where you'd be??"
Finally out of breath, I flopped down on a rock. The two fox kits started squirming in my grasp and I gently lay them down. Their grandmother and mother came over to them, each with one more kit in her mouth. The father gravely followed. The seven foxes curled against each other in greetings as the kits began to nurse. I wiped the sweat from my brow and felt the heavy wingbeats of the eagle above my head. I held out my arm for her to land. She swooped right past it and gracefully fell to four furry paws on the stone beside me. I murmured to her, "All right then... You do that."
She laughed to me, "What? You disapprove of my dignity? You found me as a chick and gave me my paws, but you cannot take away my Kitor." Kitor was what the birds of prey called their proud spirit.
I retorted, "Huh! Well excuse me, if it weren't for me adopting you and adding some genetic material from a cat, remember where you'd be??"