Chapter 1
"Skraaaw!" shrieked the greenish-black Eyrie, clawing aside the crimson pest who darted in his path. The red Eyrie kit rolled to one side of her elder, grunting with dismay as she bowled into a rock. Sitting up, she rubbed her bruised head, glaring at the older pet tramping ahead. The green Eyrie turned and hissed a warning at her, then walked away. The red one stumbled to her feet, and, regaining her balance, stuck her tongue out at the sauntering creature.
Satisfied, the kit rambled away. Her stomach growled. She was hungry. The kit looked around, hoping against hope to stumble across some meat. All of the meat was usually snatched up by the older Eyries, but she had gotten some once. It had been juicy and sweet.
No such luck this time. The Eyrie made a small noise of dismay in her throat and noticed a small, withered peach, somehow able to grow in the darkness of the Haunted Woods. The kit bounced up onto a rock and started jumping for it. If only it was a little lower. . .
You may be wondering why the kit did not fly up for the fruit. The reason for this is that she could not fly. Among other things. Other Eyrie kits her age were beginning to learn to fly. . . of course, all of them could speak.
So now you know, the hero of our story is mute, or dumb, or voiceless, or however you would dub someone who can't talk. And in the Kasakasookaookashazamwyerkatcha tribe, only the fittest creatures are taught to fly, hunt, and generally survive. By the by, when I say kit, I mean an age group of about eight to fourteen. Our kit is perhaps nine or ten. But let's continue.
Almost tired out now, the kit had not succeeded in obtaining the fruit. Time for plan B. She jumped up at the tree again, only this time her small claws dug into the tree's tough bark. She reached up with one paw, then another, then again. . .
She jumped down from the tree, spreading her wings to slow her fall, as she'd seen other Eyries do. The peach she held triumphantly in her mouth, her hard yellow beak squeezing some of the luscious juices out. Trotting over to one side of the path, she lay down to feast on her prize.
She was tossed aside, a muted grunt of dismay, one of the few sounds she could make, echoing from her throat. The peach rolled from her mouth. She heard a harsh cackle, and jumped up, wings out, ears laid back, beak half-open.
"Chhizaaaa. . . tylink chrun!"
For the reader's benefit, I have gone to the trouble to translate the Kasakasookaookashazamwyerkatcha language. SO BE GRATEFUL!!!
"Awwww. . . look, she's gonna bite us!"
It was some of the other kits in the tribe. One of them leaned down and took a bite of the peach. Her peach. "Mmm. . .tasty. Good job, bird."
The kit wanted to screech, to say, "Get away! That's mine!" Indeed, she tried. Only a harsh rasping emitted. The kits began to laugh.
"Hey guys, what do you think she wants?"
"I think she said that we can have the peach!" The leader of the group, a yellow Eyrie kit, shoved his beak in her face. "Izat whatcha said, kit?" The kit moved quickly. Legs sprang, beak thrust into the back of his head. The leader screeched and started thrashing. "Get her offa me get her offa meee!!"
Several of the pack came to his rescue, tearing at the kit til she dropped from the Eyrie, a few saffron feathers clinging to her beak. She shook her head and clacked her beak, glaring at them. "Should we get her, boss?"
The yellow Eyrie glared back at the bold kit. "You just wait, Voiceless. I'll get you for that." He ignored his followers and walked away. . . looking very funny with his head-feathers scruffed up and sticking out all over his head. If the kit could have snickered, she would have.
The other kits glanced at each other, then started to follow him. One of them picked up the peach and started running. The kit could've torn his throat out. She liked the thought. Then he wouldn't be able to talk either.
~Yep, yep. ^-^ You like? R&R, please! Or you can neomail me at ZBGotheWindthe2nd on Neopets if you want. Caio!~
"Skraaaw!" shrieked the greenish-black Eyrie, clawing aside the crimson pest who darted in his path. The red Eyrie kit rolled to one side of her elder, grunting with dismay as she bowled into a rock. Sitting up, she rubbed her bruised head, glaring at the older pet tramping ahead. The green Eyrie turned and hissed a warning at her, then walked away. The red one stumbled to her feet, and, regaining her balance, stuck her tongue out at the sauntering creature.
Satisfied, the kit rambled away. Her stomach growled. She was hungry. The kit looked around, hoping against hope to stumble across some meat. All of the meat was usually snatched up by the older Eyries, but she had gotten some once. It had been juicy and sweet.
No such luck this time. The Eyrie made a small noise of dismay in her throat and noticed a small, withered peach, somehow able to grow in the darkness of the Haunted Woods. The kit bounced up onto a rock and started jumping for it. If only it was a little lower. . .
You may be wondering why the kit did not fly up for the fruit. The reason for this is that she could not fly. Among other things. Other Eyrie kits her age were beginning to learn to fly. . . of course, all of them could speak.
So now you know, the hero of our story is mute, or dumb, or voiceless, or however you would dub someone who can't talk. And in the Kasakasookaookashazamwyerkatcha tribe, only the fittest creatures are taught to fly, hunt, and generally survive. By the by, when I say kit, I mean an age group of about eight to fourteen. Our kit is perhaps nine or ten. But let's continue.
Almost tired out now, the kit had not succeeded in obtaining the fruit. Time for plan B. She jumped up at the tree again, only this time her small claws dug into the tree's tough bark. She reached up with one paw, then another, then again. . .
She jumped down from the tree, spreading her wings to slow her fall, as she'd seen other Eyries do. The peach she held triumphantly in her mouth, her hard yellow beak squeezing some of the luscious juices out. Trotting over to one side of the path, she lay down to feast on her prize.
She was tossed aside, a muted grunt of dismay, one of the few sounds she could make, echoing from her throat. The peach rolled from her mouth. She heard a harsh cackle, and jumped up, wings out, ears laid back, beak half-open.
"Chhizaaaa. . . tylink chrun!"
For the reader's benefit, I have gone to the trouble to translate the Kasakasookaookashazamwyerkatcha language. SO BE GRATEFUL!!!
"Awwww. . . look, she's gonna bite us!"
It was some of the other kits in the tribe. One of them leaned down and took a bite of the peach. Her peach. "Mmm. . .tasty. Good job, bird."
The kit wanted to screech, to say, "Get away! That's mine!" Indeed, she tried. Only a harsh rasping emitted. The kits began to laugh.
"Hey guys, what do you think she wants?"
"I think she said that we can have the peach!" The leader of the group, a yellow Eyrie kit, shoved his beak in her face. "Izat whatcha said, kit?" The kit moved quickly. Legs sprang, beak thrust into the back of his head. The leader screeched and started thrashing. "Get her offa me get her offa meee!!"
Several of the pack came to his rescue, tearing at the kit til she dropped from the Eyrie, a few saffron feathers clinging to her beak. She shook her head and clacked her beak, glaring at them. "Should we get her, boss?"
The yellow Eyrie glared back at the bold kit. "You just wait, Voiceless. I'll get you for that." He ignored his followers and walked away. . . looking very funny with his head-feathers scruffed up and sticking out all over his head. If the kit could have snickered, she would have.
The other kits glanced at each other, then started to follow him. One of them picked up the peach and started running. The kit could've torn his throat out. She liked the thought. Then he wouldn't be able to talk either.
~Yep, yep. ^-^ You like? R&R, please! Or you can neomail me at ZBGotheWindthe2nd on Neopets if you want. Caio!~