Time Stamp: 28th of Spring, 512 AV Winter was coming to its end for another year, and the gradual change in temperature was further proof of it. Flowers that grew between the cracks of the rubble were starting to grow, and winters frost was disappearing. The atmosphere felt solemn to Cheveche, but she was quick to assume it was because of the recent storm and the tole it took. Little did she know that the people of this city would be forced to leave their homes and venture out into unfamiliar lands. Nor did she have time to investigate something that seemed so trivial. She was having troubles of her own. The massive release of Djed from nearly thirty days ago was still effecting her in an extensive way. Most importantly, her ability to navigate had been thrown out of whack. Her disorientation being the result, finding that she had no idea where she was, or where she was headed. And if that wasn't bad enough, her perception was way off. The distance of things around her appeared to be in a constant state of change, one moment appearing extremely close, the next, miles away. In order to keep herself safe, she was forced to fly high above everything. The last effect was more of an annoyance then a handicap, leaving her unable to change between her owl form and human form. She had been stuck like this ever since the storm, and while it was a bother, she was getting accustomed to it. After all, she was an owl with a human form. Not the other way around. The day Cheveche arrived in Denval was a very windy one. Every foot of progress felt like an uphill battle. The ground below her was disconcerting as she watched it shift and change, leaving only uncertainty. The force of the wind, and the constant flying was exhausting, her will and strength waning. How much longer could she continue like this? Feeling strength leave with every flap of her wing, she reluctantly decided she needed to try and find someplace to rest. Just until the wind died down, she thought, then she would take off again. Maybe after resting she would return to normal. The idea made her a bit happier, and even gave her the extra boost she needed. Tilting her head sideways, Cheveche eyed a large building that looked like it was coming up fast. She knew she couldn't trust her eyes at the moment, but she needed to land, and she would take this chance. So adjusting the ends of her primary feathers upward, the strong wind made quick work of her decent down towards what appeared to be an open window. Hopefully it was really what it appeared to be. But while she was already very close, to her it looked as if it were still several hundred feet away. The mistake in judgement would cost her dearly as she crashed head first into a glass window, breaking it, and continuing inside the building. Only coming to a sudden and violent halt when she collided with the side of a wooden desk. If luck had been on her side, she would have had time to extend her talons forward, allowing them to take the brunt of the collision and lessening the damage. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room and surprised most, if not all, of the students inside. The emotions of fear, shock, then worry crossed each of the childrens faces. The moments following the loud interruption were filled with silence and concerned glances. While the ones that occupied the front row of chairs had their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. Dark red blood speckled a few spots near the side of the desk, perhaps proof of a serious injury. And for a while, Cheveche lay sprawled out on the floor, unmoving, excepts for the slight but quick rise and fall of her plumage. It would be easy to assume that she had died on impact to those who weren't near enough to spot what little movement there was. Minute upon minute passed, and a certain suspense was growing; was the thing OK? What was it? Is it dead? Those were surely what most were asking. Some of them had even attempted to get closer so they could get a better look. And then, with young faces gathered near, and a teacher who was trying to get the kids away from her, she sprung, seemingly, back to life. As if hit by lightening, she was up on her feet and very frantic. Flapping her wings in an excited manor, one seemed to be incapacitated, only being able to move slightly. And even when she was trying to use her legs, she couldn't bring herself to touch the ground with one of them. Needless to say, this resulted in a strange display that looked as if the crazed owl was running in a wobbly circle, or a top spinning on its side. Her fear was obvious, both visually and audibly as she hissed and screeched; a warning to stay back. OOCThe screeching sounds similar to this. XD |