Chronicles of death
Chapter 1: A warrior at peace
Staggering, as her vision swam, the feathered girl came very close to crashing into a tree. Her steps were unsteady, her body trembling, her hands numb. Soundlessly, her legs gave way, and she came into contact with the rich, if slightly damp grass. The girl could not muster the strength to push herself upwards, and lay there, panting, breaking out in a sweat, her eyes glistening as the pain increased.
Slowly, painfully slowly, the young lady eased herself onto her side, bringing her delicate, soft hand to her chest, and plucked a small feathered dart that had lodged itself somewhere in her upper left region of her abdomen. A drop of green landed in the grass, and a slight hissing could be heard as it touched the once lively vegetation. Peering at the blades, the female was not surprised to see the blades withering, having turned a dull yellow colour. Closing her eyes, the creature- who was only remotely human- was resigned for the worst fate. That dart had concealed poison, undoubtedly, and a very quick one at that. Good...
But even in the worst of situations, she managed a faint smile, recalling the past few hours that she had just spent, thrilled with the chase, pleased and proud by the feat she had previously accomplished. Images of the concrete complex flashed in her mind, and her smile became a grin as she knew the entire building had been reduced to rubble, thanks to her. She had freed her own kind, an anthropomorphic kind, at the expense of her life...
Her rustic shaded wings began to sag, and she felt every nerve in her limbs throb. Wincing, she bit her tongue in order to keep herself in check, to stop herself from crying out. She could feel her own bones being weakened by the toxic liquid that had infiltrated her metabolism, could sense it tearing her apart from the inside out, as it steadily worked itself through her system. It killed the red blood cells, and her breathing was reduced to painful gasps. A wretched coughing fit gripped her, and more blood was spilt, tainting the pleasant soft cover the vegetation provided for her. Colour drained, her face turning a sort of ashen shade, tinged with green. Loosing focus, the trees surrounding her began to sway uncontrollably, even though not a breeze tickled their leaves. The torturing pursued, however, and the experience was like a million sharp knives, heated, sawing into your skin, burning, cutting, ripping tender flesh, revealing yet more of the precious red liquid, so essential for life.
The smirk had been wiped off her face for quite a while, ever since she had been writhing with pain. There wasn't a moment where she was spared from some sort of harm, whether it was in her now aching legs, as the muscles all but dissolved, or her back, which was pure agony as bones literally melted inside her own body. The effect of the poison was horrendous, and the bird hybrid was now doubled upon herself, trying to ease her body but only succeeding in making it worse.
With a final gasp- a gasp mixed with triumph and realisation- Monori Rinyanra was wrenched from life itself, and sent sky-high on wings that no longed ailed her. She was no longer a troubled Rocket renegade, but a free soul.
Monori had died, at the hands of evil.