[Laying back over the dead leaves, I admire the dim light passing through the nearly naked branches]
Huh... I'm here again...
[A shade quickly pass through the trees, covering my face in shadow beforenI fell a light weight landing on my chest]
Owwwahhh... Watch your dang claws!
[A dark chuckles, more like a dark caw really, echoes through my head]
"Should I remind you you simply haven't moved since? You can come back to a place you never left."
[I roll my eyes] Getting all logical as always... Aren't you tired of always being on my back?
Aren't your shoulders plated for the very use of having me over them?
[The claws tightens on my skin through my shirt, a pinching sensation spreading on my chest. Best thing to do: not to show the pain]
Not really plated though when you can call yourself "magical"... [Sigh] Then again, can you hurt something made out of weet.
"I wouldn't say you can scare a bird either. Hm hm hm~."
Again, one cawy laughter.
Mhm.. Seems I scare people more than crows.
"... Feed... Me."
[Red eyes are now focused on me. Ah, what to do, what to do...]
Can't you, like, be the fearsome predator you're supposed to be and hunt our diner yourself?
[Still, red eyes looking at me, now along a cold winter's silence]
.... I guess that a noo. [I snap my finger, a fire bolt thrown away before making a hit on something, a now carbonized animal falling from the sky and landing not too far from us.]
There, diner's ready.
[The dark shadow moves from my chest over to what now seems to be another bird's corpse. Oddly enough, it starts his meal by tolhe eyes, gobbing them whole. This makes me think, for one, about one rule of nature... "Eat or be eaten". You always need to leave rests behind, so they can reproduce and make more food to delight upon... Hm. Monsters and humans alike, with a common goal of filling their belly. The only question is: who shall be eaten first?]
