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Trico
The Last Guardian
Location: Forest
Tags; The Boy, Vahlen, Serana
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Feeling that the boy was clutched onto his feathers, Trico leapt onto one of the fallen trees and screetched at his foes. His feathers were ruffled and his body was in a crouching position, so it made him look larger than he actually was. His violet eyes periced through the humans below his large talons, as he shook his head back and forth in pure hatred. His neck stretched out as his jaws attempted to snatch the one who seemed more intimidated by his strength, but stopped himself before he could bite into her. He knew better than to eat someone, it was just his instincts talking. He didn’t actually eat them, he only needed silver barrels. He retracted his neck, and leapt over his enemies, sprinting as fast as he can away. He was graceful in action, even though he was injured, and the ground seemed to shake as he ran. He turned this way and that, making sure he was far as possible from the battle scene. He then came to a stop. Right in front of him was a large cliff. He could see the other side, but it would be impossible to jump across. He needed his flight back so they could be safe. Although... the cliff did remind him of the nest... it was almost beautiful. The way the sun lit up the edges of the cliff... the way how you couldn’t see the bottom. He sat down for a moment and enjoyed the scenery, almost forgetting the danger. But, that’s when he saw it. There were barrels across the cliff! He needed some! He roared across the cliff, his roar echoing into the empty space- as he clawed the air desperately.