AN: Okies...

I wanted to have a totally new chapter but it just wasn't working out...

Enjoy the filler~


Eagle was thin, and growing thinner, as the days passed. He refused to eat the soups and stews that were brought, his frame growing ever more fragile as he began to sleep more and more. His wingtips dragged against the ground, the effort to keep the massive heavy things folded against his back too much for the weakened creature. He was always crying as he moved about. All he wanted was to be home and bringing messages back and forth from his people to the spirits in the sky. He hated his nakedness. It made him feel like a lesser eagle. One who could not speak, but still had a soul.

He shivered, carrying the fabric over his shoulders like the hides that were scattered on the floor of his home for when winter came to the south and Opichi came to play. He shivered as he waited for the monster to bring the disgusting meal he assumed eagle ate. He made boiled water with plants and called it food. His meat was such a tiny amount. Not enough to fill a hungry eagle. Not enough to fill the hunger of a carnivore. Eagle sighed and crawled onto the bed, laying down and closing his eyes tiredly. Just a little more rest…


He scowled as he stared down at the bird sleeping. It had kept its youthful baby fat when he had first seen it, the face round with youth and health and the body so supple and sweet. But now the feathers were molting, laying in large clumps and the soft roundness was replaced by hard bone. His bird was fading before his eyes and there was nothing he could do but watch. His hands clenched angrily as he lifted up the fragile bird, bringing it to wakefulness as he did. It struggled wildly as it came to, thinking that the nightmare was reality. It stilled as it remembered where it was and looked up at him dully. He growled at how blank its dull blue eyes were. This wasn't how his little eagle was supposed to act.


He threw it down onto the bed and watched as it lay there watching him. It adjusted itself carefully, reaching behind itself to move the heavy appendages by hand rather than by thought. He growled again. His eagle was supposed to be lively! If it would not be lively, then he would force it to. He removed his pants and crawled onto the bed, hovering over the eagle. It parted its legs obediently, and he smiled tightly. His little bird could be taught. But he was not in the mood for a quiet bird. He wanted to hear it sing. He grabbed the bird's legs and forced them open wider, making the creature whimper in protest. A grin wormed its way onto its face and he entered it roughly, watching its blue eyes widen as its open mouth let out a choked gasp.

He smiled widely as it began to scream, arching and twisting as it tried to pull away. He held to its waist, driving into its body and making it bleed, the red liquid slicking his arousal and leaking from that wonderfully tight hole. The coppery smell and the screams and the look of agony was too much. He bit down on the corner of his little eagles' neck as he slammed into its body one final time, marking it and making it bleed more as he released inside. He grinned and licked at his bloody lips as he stared down at his pet. He was still buried to the hilt in its body as it lay there crying and sobbing. He leaned down and licked the bite he had left, cleaning the blood away. Then he moved to its face and lapped up the salty tears that stained his cheeks and clumped those golden lashes.

He had not been unaware of his little eagle's body though. His rough treatment had awakened his eagles' arousal as well. He pulled out and moved to the pulsing shaft, taking the warmth into his mouth and tasting his little bird's seed. He fondled it and toyed with it until it was crying out so beautifully and he was forced to hold its hips still. He could hear the change as his little bird cried out, filling his mouth with that delectable nectar.


His eagle tasted so sweet. And it was all his.