Aging

Taking the two Acros above the surface hadn't been as difficult as Teopixchui had anticipated, in fact they both seemed eager and in awe of the natural sunlight. He could attribute that to his lack of foresight however, as he also hadn't accounted for the fact he would now be raising two large carnivores at their most vulnerable stage. They followed closely in his steps, almost dwarfed in his footprints as they gradually made their way up the hill to where Teo h...

Drift felt that the highlands suited her. The cool air rippling through her feathers and the fresh mornings that stung her eyes had become familiar at this point and she welcomed each day with the same sense of wonder. She had to admit, part of that wonder was reinforced by the presence of someone else, someone to watch her back and make sure she had a fighting chance. Brook wasn't built for combat, but neither was she, they were both muddling through life the b...

The Queen of Atlantis held frequent meetings with the higher members of her council, behind locked doors and surrounded by guards. Teopixqui had been curious about these meetings for as long as he'd known about them, nearly asking questions right out of the egg. His mother would scold his curiosity while his father would laugh, amused by what he saw as a flight of fancy. Teo learned quickly to keep his interests to himself, knowing anger or mockery would be his ...

There wasn't much to the room that Blanco was confined to, so naturally he discovered most of its secrets and intricacies fairly early into his childhood. From his hatchling days he had discovered the thin paper pamphlets on the shelves, pages glued together with years of damp. He had torn the first one to shreds while trying to open it so he had begun to treat them carefully, prying them apart with thin splinters of wood that were pushed into the corners of his...

"Don't go outside." It was the mantra to Blanco's life since the moment he was born. His earliest memories were of the inside of this room, looking up at his mother's grim countenance as she relayed the sombre warning. Outside was dangerous, he would die out there, she said, it was better for him to stay here and let her provide for him. He had nodded gravely in response, agreeing to stay within these four walls for a...

Grackle shuffled around in the bushes, eyes shut tight to avoid the branches currently smacking him in the face. He felt around on the ground with his chin until it hit something soft. Carefully he picked up the clump of feathers and backed up out of the brush. The branches tugged uncomfortably on his soft baby fuzz as he limped over to the small pile of leaves he had been collecting. The hot air pressed against him. He scratched his chest uncomfortably. The fires had mostly died out. ...