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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.16 m
Wingspan
4.27 m
Weight
686.75 kg
Genetics
Flint
Poison
Poison
Flint
Toxin
Toxin
Midnight
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
It was such a cold day. One of many. The ice had not thawed for at least a week, if anything it had grown. Snow had fallen this morning and drifted up against banks like sand dunes. It was beautiful to look at, but freezing to be out in. My hands were frozen even inside my house.
I glanced out through the window and noticed how dark it was getting. The dusk was creeping over the land in a slow wave. Soon the temperature would drop even more. I stayed in the relative warmth of the house for a few more minutes before venturing outside to shut my chickens in their pen. I should have been out to just that much earlier, but being me I hadn't, again.
Four of them, Luna, Maddy, Rusty and Connwaer, rushed over for the food I had brought with me. Their feathers were so soft to my gentle touch, and their quiet chirps were... Worrying. They were never this quiet.
I looked around for the last hen, Lupin. She was usually here be now. Normally she would come and get me when I was late. She was nowhere to be seen and there was no response to my calls. She must have got herself stuck somewhere, I thought. It would be typical of her.
Giving the four gems the rest of the food and locking the gate behind me, I set off around the frozen, acre large garden. It was more of a field with some trees, plants and brambles rambling across it, really. I checked everywhere, all her haunts, all the places she would visit randomly throughout the day, even next door and on the road. There was no sign of her anywhere. It was as if she had grown proper wings and flown away. I went inside the house to warm up for a minute, then searched the same places again. That was when I saw them, just around the back of a shed in the snow.
White feathers.
Just a small pile of white feathers. They clearly belonged to Lupin, there was no mistaking the scruffy wing feathers and the slightly yellow tinge to the tips of them. The snow beneath them was scuffed, but no footprints were discernable. There weren't even any tracks leading away because of how trampled the snow was by the path. I picked up some of the feathers and gazed at them with wide eyes. No....
Dropping the feathers, I ran to look in the tangle of brambles nearby. She had to be here somewhere, she HAD to. Lupin could not be gone. She just couldn't.
I searched and searched around there, my seeking area widening until I was standing right by the stream. It was almost dark now, my eyes struggling to make out shapes clearly. Some sheep in the neighbours field stared at reproachfully, their silhouettes dark against the snowy background. Maybe they had seen something, anything, that could help.
My attention caught on something further upstream in the brambles. Was that?... I hopped over the thorny seeds and ran over to what is seen, hope kindling in my heart. She was here! Still here!
But no. It was just a ragged piece of plastic caught on the sharp thorns.
I warm tear leaked from my eye and almost instantly turned cold from the chilling wind. I couldn't believe she was gone, not at all. She was my friend, the only creature to have ever understood me. She knew things no human could even fathom. She knew when to leave me alone, she knew when I needed her, she knew how to make me laugh and when I was content just to be with her. She was my best friend.
Gone.
I numbly went back to the feathers and picked a wing feather up. She had just grown these back after half a year of no feathers on her wings. She was so beautiful with a full set; white with a faint hint of gold. She almost had a golden sheen to her in the right light.
I let the feather drop. This was my fault. I should have come out earlier. I knew there were foxes around and I had seen it had been getting dark. Chickens can't see in the dark so it was the perfect time for a fox to attack. If.I had just come out earlier to put them in the pen, into safety, then none of this would have happened.
One last time I searched. I knew it was pointless. There was nothing there, I had already looked three times. My hen, my friend, was gone. I couldn't blame the fox, it was cold and they'd be hungry. I could only blame myself.
I locked the chicken shed door and walked back to the house. I was numb, and not just from the cold.
I want my friend...
.
I glanced out through the window and noticed how dark it was getting. The dusk was creeping over the land in a slow wave. Soon the temperature would drop even more. I stayed in the relative warmth of the house for a few more minutes before venturing outside to shut my chickens in their pen. I should have been out to just that much earlier, but being me I hadn't, again.
Four of them, Luna, Maddy, Rusty and Connwaer, rushed over for the food I had brought with me. Their feathers were so soft to my gentle touch, and their quiet chirps were... Worrying. They were never this quiet.
I looked around for the last hen, Lupin. She was usually here be now. Normally she would come and get me when I was late. She was nowhere to be seen and there was no response to my calls. She must have got herself stuck somewhere, I thought. It would be typical of her.
Giving the four gems the rest of the food and locking the gate behind me, I set off around the frozen, acre large garden. It was more of a field with some trees, plants and brambles rambling across it, really. I checked everywhere, all her haunts, all the places she would visit randomly throughout the day, even next door and on the road. There was no sign of her anywhere. It was as if she had grown proper wings and flown away. I went inside the house to warm up for a minute, then searched the same places again. That was when I saw them, just around the back of a shed in the snow.
White feathers.
Just a small pile of white feathers. They clearly belonged to Lupin, there was no mistaking the scruffy wing feathers and the slightly yellow tinge to the tips of them. The snow beneath them was scuffed, but no footprints were discernable. There weren't even any tracks leading away because of how trampled the snow was by the path. I picked up some of the feathers and gazed at them with wide eyes. No....
Dropping the feathers, I ran to look in the tangle of brambles nearby. She had to be here somewhere, she HAD to. Lupin could not be gone. She just couldn't.
I searched and searched around there, my seeking area widening until I was standing right by the stream. It was almost dark now, my eyes struggling to make out shapes clearly. Some sheep in the neighbours field stared at reproachfully, their silhouettes dark against the snowy background. Maybe they had seen something, anything, that could help.
My attention caught on something further upstream in the brambles. Was that?... I hopped over the thorny seeds and ran over to what is seen, hope kindling in my heart. She was here! Still here!
But no. It was just a ragged piece of plastic caught on the sharp thorns.
I warm tear leaked from my eye and almost instantly turned cold from the chilling wind. I couldn't believe she was gone, not at all. She was my friend, the only creature to have ever understood me. She knew things no human could even fathom. She knew when to leave me alone, she knew when I needed her, she knew how to make me laugh and when I was content just to be with her. She was my best friend.
Gone.
I numbly went back to the feathers and picked a wing feather up. She had just grown these back after half a year of no feathers on her wings. She was so beautiful with a full set; white with a faint hint of gold. She almost had a golden sheen to her in the right light.
I let the feather drop. This was my fault. I should have come out earlier. I knew there were foxes around and I had seen it had been getting dark. Chickens can't see in the dark so it was the perfect time for a fox to attack. If.I had just come out earlier to put them in the pen, into safety, then none of this would have happened.
One last time I searched. I knew it was pointless. There was nothing there, I had already looked three times. My hen, my friend, was gone. I couldn't blame the fox, it was cold and they'd be hungry. I could only blame myself.
I locked the chicken shed door and walked back to the house. I was numb, and not just from the cold.
I want my friend...
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