Flashback On Wings of Gold

[Sisquoc]

15th of Spring, 503 AV OOCSisquoc is about the age of 1 at this time. This would be equivalent to 3 or 4 in Condor-years, so he is very small, and very young, but is able to walk, talk, and think somewhat sensibly. Also, here's a cute picture of a baby Condor. It was a beautiful day, and his father had left early to go to work, rejoicing over the hunt, or the clan, or something. There had also been some instructions, reinforced by a firm voice and a shake of his finger, but Sisquoc wasn't sure what those instructions were. He hadn't really been paying attention. What he did know was that Syna was shining, the grass was blowing gently in the breeze, and he wanted to be outside. So, he drank some milk and waited until his father left, so that he could slip out the tent flap and toddle onto the soft, Zulrav-kissed grass of the morning. Once outdoors, he had taken a seat rather quickly, eager to enjoy the morning. Sisquoc had landed just outside his family's tent, his small legs stretched out in front of him. He kicked his feet happily, enjoying the tickling sensation of the grass on his skin. He giggled in gaiety, and let Syna warm his body from the inside out. As marvelous as the outdoors were, he soon bored. There was simply nothing to do around the tent. He had spent many hours last night tormenting Whiffle, the new foal, and that had lost its appeal once the horse had snapped at him. He had already played with his father's tanning toys, and they had been taken away to a mysterious hidden location, so that too was finished. Even his favorite pastimes, such as zipping and unzipping the window-flap of the tent, had become boring. Truly, he had run out of options. Sisquoc rose on unsteady feet. He reached out and grabbed the tail of Whiffle to catch his balance, grinning michieviously when the horse squealed. He took a single step- a simple test- and found that his balance was stable. That meant that from now on, he was free to walk anywhere. There was the idea that he was doing something wrong nibbling at the back of Sisquoc's head. His father's words bubbled up there from his memory, reminding him of a promise not to leave the tent. But as soon as he saw the bird circling overhead, the memory was gone. His morals had been easily trumped by the overwhelming desire to pet the bird. Word Count377

[Sisquoc]

Sisquoc's small hands flailed in excitement. A bird! How exciting! He absolutely adored animals, and so the fact that a bird had come by right when the horse was unavailable seemed a miracle. He cheered in a high-pitched shriek that caused Whiffle to lay back his ears and snort in derision. His eyes said he thought Sisquoc was foolish in his joy, but the Kevlic hardly noticed. He was busy getting himself ready to transform. Sisquoc shed his clothes, laying the inside-out shirt and the bothersome trousers laying on the ground beside him. Once free, he shook his body, causing his hair to mess in feathery clumps, and his baby-fat laden cheeks to jiggle. He spread out his arms, closed his eyes, and initiated the shift. He never knew quite how it happened, but by the time he opened his eyes, he was in his animal form. Thick, fluffy feathers lined his body, insulating him unnecessarily in the sunny weather. His feet were clawed, and dug into the ground as if anchoring him, and his mouth had changed to a sharp, pointed beak. His eyes were sharper as well; they were capable of seeing the bird in great detail now. From his position on the ground, he could see not only the bird's outline, but also the shape of his large head, and the imposing talons on his feet. Though he looked vicious, Sisquoc knew that he wasn't angry at all. He was probably just searching for meat. Maybe I can help! He thought. All thoughts of his father, the tent, and even tormenting Whiffle were forgotten as the little bird hopped about on the ground. How he wished the bird would come down to talk to him! "Crrr'aaaa?" He called. His shrill voice reverberated through the camp, but the bird above did not answer. Frustrated, Sisquoc flapped his wings and stomped on the ground. He called out again and again, making it clear that he wanted to establish contact. He waved to the bird, trying to create a scene, but he still found no response. The bird simply circled about lazily, scanning the ground for larger prey. Why won't he come here? Sisquoc hopped and flapped his wings in anger one last time. On this last time, he suddenly felt something different. He felt a lift under his wings- air moving underneath him. Bewildered, he tried again. Again, he found himself supported by the air beneath him, and he found himself jumping higher than he normally could. Within ticks, the young boy had put two and two together. I can fly! Word Count435

[Sisquoc]

He flapped his wings again, and again, and again. He couldn't believe the marvelous feeling of air through his baby down, the thrill as he felt the world leave from beneath him, and he hasn't even left the ground yet! Sisquoc quickly bent his head to pluck a few stray feathers from his body. Too soft and too thick, they were unnecessary for both the weather and his newfound abilities. He gripped them in his hooked beak, letting them float to the ground once they were free. When he had finally pulled most of his downy feathers, Sisquoc looked up at the sky again. Syna was much higher now, and he wondered briefly how long he had been there grooming. It was no matter, though; Father wasn't home, and wouldn't be for a good while. As long as the bird in the sky stayed close, he would be fine. With that final thought, Sisquoc pressed his wings down against the air, tilted his body upward, and lept. He was in the air before he could really comprehend the movement. His wings rocked from side to side in the current, and his eyes blinked desperately against the gale. It was disorienting in many ways, but it took him little more than chimes to find his way. Instinct led him, and at last he became stable. Turning upwards again and angling himself towards the bird in the distance, Sisquoc picked up speed. "Aaarrrr!" He called joyfully. At last, the bird noticed him. It was a falcon, with fierce eyes and strong muscles beneath his brown feathers. His jaw moved slightly in irritation, and his neck plummage bristled. Sisquoc knew these were angry signals, but he could not discern why the falcon would be angry. He moved closer to see. By the time he was withing arm's length, the falcon was on the edge of breaking. He screamed and bucked upward, riding an air blast higher into the sky. His claws flexed threateningly, and his tongue stuck out when he hissed. ...But not before Sisquoc was able to pet him. The Kelvic cawed with joy, flapping his wings in excitement. This habit, however, caused him to go faster. The sudden speed was startling, and panic set in. He veered left and right, trying to find his current again, but to no avail. The ground was getting closer, and all Sisquoc could do was close his eyes. Word Count406

[Sisquoc]

The crack as he hit the ground was sickening, and Sisquoc nearly vomited from the pain of impact. His wing was bent the wrong way, pinned against the earth. He groaned, a low, vibratous sound, which carried no farther than the grass covering his head. He tried to move, but his wing was thoroughly broken, and refused to respond. Syna became hotter, and the sounds of the grasslands droned on. Still, Sisquoc lay humbled. It was only at the sound of that deep, familiar voice that he was given hope. "Bosu?" The voice was strong and steady as always, but Sisquoc could detect the wavering confidence from his father. Sisquoc shifted silently, leaving himself lying vulnerable on the ground. "Diahk!" "Quo, what happened?" His father asked, running over with big, heavy steps that shook the grass. Though Sisquoc knew his father would be dissapointed, he felt nothing but relief at his presence. "I told you to stay in the tent for this very reason, Gapeo." He reprimanded. "Why did you go out?" He knelt beside the injured boy, cradling his broken arm gently and tisking. His eyes were soft, only the slightest tinge of sadness present, and no anger. He threw a backpack onto the ground, pulling out some rope and a rag. As he tied the boy's arm in a make-shift sling, he was silent. Finally, he finished, and picked up the boy in a single scoop, pulling him close to his chest. "Why?" He asked again. "What could be so important?" A sheepish smile ghosted Sisquoc's face, and he snuggled close to his father's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat hidden there. "I can fly, Diahk." Word Count272

[Rufio]

　　

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xp

Observation +3
Stamina +2
Intelligence +1
Acrobatics +1
Socialization +1


lores

≻ Sisquoc: Mischievous child
≻ Sisquoc: Can fly!
≻ Flying: Thrill of the wind in your feathers
≻ Flying: Flap rapidly to go faster
≻ Sisquoc: A broken wing



Quite enjoyed the cute picture, and wee, mischievous Sisquoc of course! If you feel I've missed anything feel free to shoot me a PM.