Raptorsong.
Ch. 6
AN: So, so, soooo sorry! I have been busy, and have had terrible writers block! Will try to update more often! Thanx for all the nice reviews!
Ch. 6
Gulp...
Moonmist and I finally arrived back to our packs area. As soon as we got back, the other members surrounded us. And they were defiantly not here to make sure Moonmist was alright. The two of us stepped back from Cleo, who was glaring murderously at my mate. Then, the matriarch let out a menacing screech that meant "It's her! She took them! The outsider!" We were now in trouble for something we didn't even do!
"What did she do?" I screeched back angrily. There was no verbal reply, but the pack leaders showed us to their nest, which contained twelve perfect little oval eggs. We looked at the nest, then at each other, then to Cleo and her mate. They motioned toward the nest again, and we looked. Then I realized the problem. Two were gone. Two unborn raptor chicks were missing, and they thought that Moonmist had taken them. I turned towards her, and she looked confused. "No, she couldn't have taken them." I said to them.
"Then who did?" Killer, Cleo's mate, asked. "She is the only one who could have!"
"No!" With that, I bent down and sniffed the eggs. Why? Because I could prove them wrong. If Moonmist's scent was not on them, then she could not have taken them.
Sure enough, she hadn't been near them. But, they did smell odd. An unfamiliar odor covered them heavily. I then searched for more of it. What I found was frightening. There was a trail of this scent, along with many foot prints. The prints were large, and one-toed. Obviously not raptor prints. But what were they? They were big, but not big enough for most of the plant eaters on the island. Perhaps it was a new species? How odd, I thought.
Later that night, I was woken up by a strange whirring sound. It was loud, and flew around- like those winged things called birds, or the strange orange creatures in that large cage. It must have woken Moonmist as well, because she was whimpering at my side. I nuzzled her for comfort, and she calmed down some.
After the thing had been flying around our heads for a few minutes, I let out a threatening cry to try and frighten it. My threat must not have been very threatening to it though, because it continued to fly around. But, the others in the pack woke up, and they two joined me in trying to ward the thing off. This is the first part of the thing I now call the 'Raptorsong.' Many raptor voices joined together against one thing, both frightening and beautiful. It had a melody, a haunting rising and falling of pitches that remained with me for many days, and years. Then, I remembered something I had been told as a chick- If ever you hear the song, remember it. The song is sacred among the raptors, it allows you to find out who your friends are and your foes. Listen carefully, and you will see...
I had been told when I was young, but I had never fully understood, and I still did not. The mournful wailing was a jumble of cries and calls, but there was a meaning to it. But what was it?
AN: Ok, hope you liked that chappy. The song is a little confusing, but it will come into play later in the story.
Ch. 6
AN: So, so, soooo sorry! I have been busy, and have had terrible writers block! Will try to update more often! Thanx for all the nice reviews!
Ch. 6
Gulp...
Moonmist and I finally arrived back to our packs area. As soon as we got back, the other members surrounded us. And they were defiantly not here to make sure Moonmist was alright. The two of us stepped back from Cleo, who was glaring murderously at my mate. Then, the matriarch let out a menacing screech that meant "It's her! She took them! The outsider!" We were now in trouble for something we didn't even do!
"What did she do?" I screeched back angrily. There was no verbal reply, but the pack leaders showed us to their nest, which contained twelve perfect little oval eggs. We looked at the nest, then at each other, then to Cleo and her mate. They motioned toward the nest again, and we looked. Then I realized the problem. Two were gone. Two unborn raptor chicks were missing, and they thought that Moonmist had taken them. I turned towards her, and she looked confused. "No, she couldn't have taken them." I said to them.
"Then who did?" Killer, Cleo's mate, asked. "She is the only one who could have!"
"No!" With that, I bent down and sniffed the eggs. Why? Because I could prove them wrong. If Moonmist's scent was not on them, then she could not have taken them.
Sure enough, she hadn't been near them. But, they did smell odd. An unfamiliar odor covered them heavily. I then searched for more of it. What I found was frightening. There was a trail of this scent, along with many foot prints. The prints were large, and one-toed. Obviously not raptor prints. But what were they? They were big, but not big enough for most of the plant eaters on the island. Perhaps it was a new species? How odd, I thought.
Later that night, I was woken up by a strange whirring sound. It was loud, and flew around- like those winged things called birds, or the strange orange creatures in that large cage. It must have woken Moonmist as well, because she was whimpering at my side. I nuzzled her for comfort, and she calmed down some.
After the thing had been flying around our heads for a few minutes, I let out a threatening cry to try and frighten it. My threat must not have been very threatening to it though, because it continued to fly around. But, the others in the pack woke up, and they two joined me in trying to ward the thing off. This is the first part of the thing I now call the 'Raptorsong.' Many raptor voices joined together against one thing, both frightening and beautiful. It had a melody, a haunting rising and falling of pitches that remained with me for many days, and years. Then, I remembered something I had been told as a chick- If ever you hear the song, remember it. The song is sacred among the raptors, it allows you to find out who your friends are and your foes. Listen carefully, and you will see...
I had been told when I was young, but I had never fully understood, and I still did not. The mournful wailing was a jumble of cries and calls, but there was a meaning to it. But what was it?
AN: Ok, hope you liked that chappy. The song is a little confusing, but it will come into play later in the story.