The Bird that was not Saved (Solo)

[Makia Ezio]

TimeStamp: Summer, Day 6, 512. Time 5:30 a.m. Ezio woke Makia up today, standing on top of her as she slept, and then cawing in her face. Startled, she swatted at him, and then got up to see what he wanted. He was flying around the entrance to her cave, with one of her arrows in his beak. It seemed Ezio wanted to go hunting. Makia didn’t object, spring was going to come to an end sometime and the city needed more food, they always needed more food. She walked over to the restless raven and pulled the arrow out of his mouth, returning it to its quiver. She got dressed quickly, and put her cloak into her pack, though it was warm outside it was possible she might need it. She ate a few hard boiled eggs and an apple for breakfast; she decided that since Ezio so rudely woke her, he can go find his own food. The bird didn’t seem fazed at this; he just really wanted to get out. She packed the remainder of her stag jerky and a few more apples along with some berries and a small piece of bread. Slinging her quiver, pack and bow over her shoulder she headed out for the hunt. She nodded at Val who opened the gate and quietly wished her luck; she went about a mile down the path before she found a forest she thought looked suiting. She walked off the path into the forest. By the looks of the wood, there would be a plentiful array of life here, it was so green. She walked around a bit, just getting the feel of the earth and the forests sounds, relaxing. Ezio flew away then, leaving her to go hunt for his meal. The wild was so calm, nothing like the busy market days or noisy holidays. Makia slid down a tree, leaning her back on its trunk. She closed her eyes, listening to the birds songs. She felt at peace with the birds, people made her uncomfortable. She was almost dosing off when she heard a terrifying screech. I didn’t sound like an animal she had killed before; it sounded like a child, a child being killed. She jumped up and ran toward the sound. She readied her bow, expecting the worst. Though it was being killed, it wasn’t a child, and according to Makia, this was worse. There was a small wild feline that had caught an animal in her jaws, it was a colorful thing, and it was in terrible pain. It was flapping around in the predators jaw. The poor animal was a beautiful mountain blue bird, trapped and dying in the cat’s mouth. Makia went into a furious rage. She drew her bow and screamed at the animal. The cat looked up in shock, only to stare into the face of the one who kills it. Makia let loose her arrow, not waiting to see where it pierced the soft skin, and quickly drew and shot another one. Her rage consumed her. Next thing she knew she was staring at a mutilated animal. So dead and bloody that it was unable to see the original color of its glamorous fur. She slowly walked over to the mess and kneeled by the bird. It was dead, probably died from shock or injury. She felt tears rolling down her cheek, quickly wiping them away she looked around. Obviously there was probably no one around but Makia didn’t want to reveal any weakness. She picked up the deceased bird and held it in her lap. She prayed to the God of birds, Eywaat, to bless this bird. She thought of burying it, but thought better of it. She didn’t want the young bird to be confined into the hard, cold ground; she wanted it to be free, to fly. Cremation she decided, she would bring it home, and cremate it, then release it back to the forest wind. She carefully wrapped the body in her cloak, stood up and started walking back to the Sanikas Path. As she passed the body of the feline, she furiously spit on the animal, hate and disgust in her eyes. Later that day, around dusk, Makia returned to the forest while holding the bird’s ashes in her hand. Waiting for a breeze she let go of the ashes, slowly until they all drifted through the air. Ezio joined her in this, unusually quiet for his normal behavior. She whispered another prayer to Eywaat, praying for the safety of the bird’s soul, and then she walked back to her home, still mourning for the poor bird. OOCI know, so short! But it was all I could think of! when was the last time you got a thread where some bird died and some girl cremated it? I didn't think so.

[Sphinx]

Intervention! Hello, Makia Ezio! There is a grade composed for this thread, but due to a Character Sheet intervention, it has been held back until these issues can be resolved. Once the points of the intervention have been addressed, this intervention will be removed and I will post your grade. Thank you, and please enjoy your game! -Sphinx