As Darwin ran out the door to search for his companion, one of his finches dropped himself onto his shoulder.
"Calm down Darwin" Dailan cooed. "I'll help you look for her." Dailans big endearing eyes were piercing into his own, causing Darwin's heart to beat harder against his chest; causing blood to rush to his face and lower areas.
"Ummm," Darwin then snapped out of the tree finch's trance, as he remembered his main objective. "Well thanks for coming out to help me find Celeste," Darwin mumbled nervously, "It really means a lot to me!" Darwin's smile spread wide as did Dailan's, who fought vigorously to hold back his anger for his failed attempt in seducing his beloved. Dailan watched Darwin's back as he began his journey.
"It's been hours," sighed Darwin, "and still no sign of her." For a finch, Celeste was incredibly crafty; ensuring no one would be able to find her. 'Strange,' thought Darwin,'I most certainly thought that Celeste was only playing one of her games, as usual, but this time, something's… off.'
He turned to Dailan, who was fluttering to the left of him and shared his thoughts.
"Perhaps she's grown tired of your company?" Suggested Dailan, distaste littering his chirps.
The look Darwin gave him was enough to cause him to hang his head in shame.
"How dare you even suggest such a thing?" Darwin fumed, "Celeste is my love, my life, my everything, and you should know this! Especially considering that you are a novice member of the group."
"I…. apologize," Dailan said, only partially sincere.
Darwin only shook his head in response and continued trodding across the multitude of leaves and other forest lush littering the earth below his feet.
As dusk approached, Darwin began to lose hope at finding his beloved. They had searched endless hours, and almost every inch of the known forest and had still found nothing, not even clues to her whereabouts.
"Let us return to Haven," Darwin droned, "there is nothing more for us here." And the two begin to make their way home.
As the two approached Haven, Dailan took in the sites. The cottage had a rather fantastical look to it, with vines growing up the sides, to the moss that made up most of the roof. Castle looking columns made up two of the four corners of the cottage. However, unlike the stone which makes up most castles, the columns were made out of wood and had a sort of decrepit look to them, since moss, lichen, and other plants had made their home within the wooden panels.
Dailan watched as Darwin stomped into the cottage; anger in each step so he fluttered close behind.
"Don't, just don't," said Darwin, holding a hand up to ward off Dailan.
"Darwin please!" The bird pleaded as he continued to follow, "I don't think it wise for you to be alone right now!"
It didn't matter what Dailan said, Darwin just locked himself in his room alone. The commotion caused a few finches to flutter over from their sanctuary, to see what was going on. Dailan watched as his only friend he made in this place thus far made his way over to him.
"What's up?" Bormah drawled in his southern accent. Most finches in the sanctuary had adopted Darwin's English accent, since he was the reason they were all there. Of course there were exceptions, Bormah being one of them.
'What an awful name,' Dailan thought as he looked at Bormah. Despite his annoying southern drawl and his dumb name, Bormah was beautiful, Dailan thought as he felt his nether feathers fluff a bit, a true beauty in the finch world. He was a green warbler-finch, large for his kind, but no less breathtaking. His green body was more vibrant than most as well. Dailan stifled a moan as he thought about Bormah's attractive features. 'No!' He thought, 'the last thing I need is to sleep with another finch, only to further ruin my chances with Darwin!' He thought about himself then, a measly tree finch with a dark mossy head and an off-white body flecked with dark brown. 'Who am I kidding, if I don't even have a chance with Bormah, how can I expect to get Darwin?' He thought dryly.
"Hey, you awake in there, darling?" Bormah drawled. The "darling" sounding more like "daw-lin."
'Why do southern folks always call everyone darling?' Dailan wondered somewhat annoyed. "I don't know," he lied, "he's been off all day, and wouldn't even let me comfort him."
"I'd reckon it's Celeste," said Bormah, shifting so his feathers ruffled over his bulk. Dailan looked at him then, and chirped in agreement.
"Do you think we should do anything?" Said Dailan as he adjusted his position to account for his growing member.
"Nothin' for now," Bormah replied, noticing Dailan's "discomfort." He smirked as his eyes trailed from Dailan's fluff, back up to his eyes. Dailan seemed too distressed to notice however. "Let's get some dinner," he said, hoping he could ease some of Dailan's tension.
The two entered the sanctuary and made their way to the feeding ground. The sanctuary was rather large, as it was home to over 50 finches, each with their own private dwelling. Some preferred to share however, whether being family or a couple. The inside was basically an indoor forest, though slightly more lush than outside. There were areas for recreation, privacy, and meal time, pretty much everything a finch could ever need. To Dailan's disdain however, Darwin was always looking to bring in more finches.
"How many more will he bring in anyway?" He grumbled to himself, "this place is getting tight, and Darwin is getting old." Both statements were true. Darwin was getting into his 60's rather soon and there were chirps amongst the finches about it almost daily.
As they entered the eating area and sat at a table Bormah teased, "Alright darling, wanna tell Big Bormah what's got your feathers ruffled?"
Shocked, Dailan looked up at Bormah, the bastard smirking widely. Why was he friends with him again? "Nothing… it's nothing, I promise," was all he said.
"Look, I get it, you don't wanna talk about it, that's cool, but I think some dewlenk is just what you need to get your mind off things," Bormah laughed in a hearty manner. "Two delenks over here!" Bormah shouted to the waitress.
As the waitress made her way over, Dailan noticed how here talons clicked across the floor. 'Typical ground finch,' he thought and rolled his eyes.
"Here's your dewlenk," she said, and clicked away. Dewlenk was basically the moonshine of the finch world.
Almost immediately after consuming one drink, Dailan was drunk. Bormah laughed while watching the smaller finch flop around and act like an idiot. Bormah's sheer bulk alone was enough to consider him a heavy weight. In this case however, he was more like a tank.
"Alright darling, that's enough. It about time you head home," said Bormah, as he practically carried Dailan home.
Darwin's fists shook as he thought about Celeste. 'How could she do this to me?' He thought, enraged. 'We are lovers, if something is wrong, she should at least tell me, we are after all, in this together!' He was about to slam his fist into the wall but then thought better of it. He would only end up hurting himself, and would not heal fast due to his advancing age. 'Maybe she was mad because of… our open relationship?' Darwin and Celeste both were in an open relationship with each other, however, they always seemed to prefer one another, and he was considering asking if she wanted to pursue a monogamous relationship. He may never get that chance now. He thought about her body then, and immediately grew warm. "Celeste… mmm," he hummed, and decided to lay down on his bed. He pulled his shirt off then, rubbing his chest and then reached for a nipple. As he caressed his nipple with one hand, he reached for his belt with the other and slid his pants off down to his feet. Naked, he fondled his entire body to the thought of Celeste nesting within his abundant chest hair. "Celeste!" He yelled her name this time, and then reached for his now swollen member. He began to work it then, spitting on his hand for a smoother ride and was reaching his climax quickly. With one smooth rub, he came all over himself and on the bed. Darwin didn't realize how much he needed Celeste until that moment. He dozed off then, determined he would find her tomorrow.
Dailan woke upon his bed, the details of how he got there rather thin. He groggily looked around his room, the Hawaiian theme still there. He always liked Hawaiian culture. Then, from across the room, his eyes met Darwin's; a picture of them anyway. Even just looking at a picture was enough to send him over the edge and he began rubbing his thick hard manhood. Finches are far more flexible than humans, so self pleasure, really is a "self pleasure." Dailan reached down with his long neck and pecked at his member, thinking it was Darwin the entire time. His climax was immediate and he fought to hold back. Finally, he came, and the substance covered his entire room. Another difference between humans and finches he thought, was their abundant volume. He smirked at that, knowing he had a higher volume, than most finches. Feeling relaxed, Dailan drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming about being in Darwin's arms.