Mocking Bird
/ A drabble for the hawk. Tobias belongs to Ms. Applegate. I am not Ms. Applegate. Ergo, these characters do not belong to me.
He is part of the forest, head and beak and wings, instincts and too-quick aging, fading memories of the taste of sugar and Saturday morning cartoons and cold nights at the arcade. It is life; it is what he makes it. He is an extension of the trees, a long circle-chain of bloodbath animals and squealing rodents. Sometimes he fears he is losing his humanity, but then he remembers that he is as much of a human as Marco is gorilla, and he knows that he is a special breed between woman and Andalite and hawk, but the thought doesn't comfort him at night as much as it used to, with talons scarring tree branches and darkness descending, but he hasn't been afraid of the dark for a very, very long time. He still fights, even if its a war they can't hope to win, a small, hopeless group surging against hundreds of thousands, though he will never say this, never doubt, because that would make it too Real. Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to kiss her, and not feel guilty, because he can't give her himself, because Human is just a disguise, now. Sometimes, circling his orchard and diving above trees, he believes the forest is part of him.