by Offended Cockatiel » Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:30 am
username; Byteme
name of cade; Vulpine
gender; male
age; Unkown
reason;
Vulpine was never one for weak things, to him it was all a matter of the circle of life. Simple science, the best ones survived weather it be by intelligence or by strength. If the prey was caught then no one can blame the hunter for what was needed for survival, and yet if the prey eluded their hunter away then no one could blame them for their acts either. Such is the life of the hunter and the hunted.
Vulpine is old, brought down by things he has seen over the many years. He is a lone creature that fallows his own path, a vulture within his own Speacies. Vultures are supposed to be sneaky, they don't usually kill but they can... and yet waiting for death... Wait for the inevitability of some poor living thing before they feast, that's what they were good at. He was similar in that prospect.
He rarely was injured because of his speed, because of his cunning and when he did the vultures circled above as if there was no more prey.
Once, it was so very long ago and yet just barely a year had passed, this old creature was attacked, almost murdered and with his bleeding body he limped far away from his attacker, not about to become the prey, and the vultures followed him like children to sweets. They went with him far beyond their home land and and met others of their Speacies far off a cliff ledge. Wile he stumbled about, laying his head down he heard soft noises, the creatures were watching him. They always were, but one young fledgling teetered from the nest and towards him, it pecked and rubbed and made his back into it's new nest as all the other vultures, even higher than the cliffs, watched.
The blood seeped from his stomach, the grueling pain was nothing if not awakening. He was shacking, faltering through the rocks until he finally fell down, down, down, down into the lake below with the young bird on his back. He drifted through rough waters and they fallowed him, including the child. Through night and day. Vultures could fly within 70 to 80, rarely anyone knew that, they were ready for death before barely three months.
The waters threw him even farther from where he had begun, though it litteraly threw him. With its brash strength he went flying. He slept there for a day or two, with then watching as always but when it came time the young child was first to go down and see him, it's talons gripped at his flesh and woke him, made him keep stumbling through until he reached something... Anything at all.
A small burrow even, and that's what he found... It wasn't small in retrospect but he barely fit in, there he hid for days and nights and the one to always slip in was the youngest of vultures, pecking at his ears and at times snuggling into his back and neck.
Vulture: Eerie--- named after the colour- Eerie black---
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