#9, rated T: Sniper.
Mordecai is his pride and joy. His feathers are sleek, beautiful; they transition perfectly from light tan to dark brown. His eyes are gold, sad, so different from his wickedly curved beak and sharp talons. He dominates the air when he flies, wings spread wide, aching to touch the sun and taking out the anger over his limits on their enemies; rejoicing in the tearing of flesh, in the shedding of blood.
Sniper keeps him by his side, but it is only in battle that they are truly connected. "Sic 'em," he orders quietly, and Mordecai's shriek pierces through everything.