It hurt to flap his wings. He struggled ever higher, though pain leaked from his eyes in liquid salt. Only a little farther. Only a little higher. He cried out as the bones snapped and he plummeted back to earth. He felt no fear as he fell, only a sense of calm. He was heading home to his people. He closed his eyes and let loose a final scream. One that seemed to echo in the tolling of a bell and the dreams of mankind. Freedom.
The eagle felt agony as he hit the ground. His spine crushed and his spleen and various other organs ruptured from the force of the impact. He choked on the blood that filled his punctured lungs, red life dribbling from the corners of his parted lips. His skull had miraculously survived, but his neck was broken. The only reason he wasn't dead yet was because some cruel twist of fate had left his entire spinal column intact. Blood pooled in the cavity his organs were housed in, putting a painful pressure on the already damaged vitals. His gasping grew weaker as his eyes slid shut. He felt so tired. It took only seconds for him to faint from pain. But several hours to die and for rigor mortis to set in, snapping his eyes open to stare unseeing at the blue reflection of his eyes. He never heard the crunching of boots on fresh snow. Nor did he see his rich dark lifeblood stain the pristine white. All he saw was his lands. His people
A small boy opened his blue eyes and took in the sight of beautiful lands for the first time. A rabbit hopped up to him and he laughed a sound like ringing bells.
"Quetzalcoatl! Opichi!"The eagle screamed and thrashed in the giant man's hold, struggling to reach his siblings, his blue eyes wide as he watched the two strangers carry them away. The long-limbed unnaturally thin sister still limp and lethargic from the poisoning, while the netted brother was still tangled in the fibres. He screamed their names one final time before pain bloomed in his skull and his eyes slid shut. He went limp in his captor's arms. The man giggled innocently as he lowered the pistol he had used on his new pet's head.
He awoke to an odd feeling. He sat up and looked around. His large wings fluttered anxiously as he took in how small his surroundings were. His heart raced as he ran to the walls and pounded his fists on them. They did not yield. He threw his whole body at them. But still, they did not yield. He screamed, but his voice only echoed with terror and worry for his family. His body hurt from slamming into walls, large bruises starting to form from his attempts. He shivered and crawled onto the strange nest he had awoken in. Without his warm white tunic, he was cold. He pulled at the fabric and bundled it around himself as he sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and drifted off, slumping forward as he dreamed.
The Eagle was used to spreading his wings when he ran, but the small room didn't allow it. His wings bumped against the walls as he tried to stay away from the laughing monster. He couldn't see well, but he knew that that creature took him from his home and brought him to this place. He cried out as his hip slammed into a desk and hit the ground. The monster picked him up and restrained him as he struggled and kicked desperately. They moved awkwardly as he was herded onto the nest and pinned under the monster's bulk. He heard the rattle of metal and a hand was freed. He tried to lash out, only to have it grabbed and a band closed over it. He thrashed harder as a pin was inserted, fastening it closed. Then his second hand was treated to the same thing, both were attached to the strange branches that the nest rested on.
He heard the giant mumble something as he struggled, more interested in escape than whatever gibberish the monster spoke. He screeched in protest as his bare parts were suddenly touched. His blue eyes were wide with anxiety as he was stroked and teased. The monster drove him to the edge until he was crying and begging for it to end. Until his legs were spasming with pained pleasure and he was arching in wanton desire and lust. And even then he didn't send the eagle over. Instead he left the poor thing tied to the bed with a painfully hard arousal standing at attention.
He was tied to the nest again, his body pinned under the monster as he struggled. The monster giggled softly and held up the strange thing it had brought into the room with it. It was pressed against the Eagle's plump lips, but the eagle turned away. He would not allow that in his mouth. He wasn't given a choice. A nip on his bound arms made him part his lips with a gasp, and the thing was shoved into his mouth. It tasted horrible but it was only in his mouth long enough to be dampened by his saliva. He gagged and spat in disgust once he was free of that horrible thing.
He screamed as he felt something enter a hole it definitely was not supposed to, his back arching as he struggled anew. Tears leaked from his eyes as the pain made him tremble. But His screams of pain were ignored as the monster watched his expression for something, forcing the thing into his body and pulling it out roughly and without care as to how he felt. He spasmed as it brushed against something inside of him, choking on his screams. To his horror, the pain was laced with pleasure…
He was left with the same problem as the first time…
He hated that monster.
