01-08-2025, 07:35 PM
@Kyo
When the fire bird laid her nest, she made sure the very edges would be as soft as possible. Her downy and ashy feathers were already burning to a crisp at their edges, the fire of her love for the eggs beneath her was hotter than even she could bare. Thus was their way. A contentedness came over her.
She had done everything she was supposed to. The bodies of freshly caught and burnt prey lay nearby- ready for her chicks to eat when they hatched after her death. They would survive- they would be thrive without her. Each one of them was precious cargo, nestled away like they were made of pure gold. Carefully under the fiery and warm feathers that had fallen from her underbelly.
When the last ember of her soul wisped into the air, a sigh of relief left her. A life worthy- her duty fulfilled.
Yet that ember traveled- carried by the winds of something new. It flew up aloft by the undercurrent and pushed high into the sky and above the clouds. It soared over the sea of white like she had a hundred times before- yet this time not carried by her own wings- yet only by the wings of fate.
The image of her nest and her land was begone to her. Lost in the various ashes that now lay about her nest. It was far away now- a distant land or a distant life. She watched with an ever-growing naivety as it grew further and further from her. Memories fading as they were consumed by her own flame.
The wind could not carry her forever. It slowly made it's way back to the ground, the final breath of her life and her fiery soul softly and gently laying onto the ground.
Though it wasn't the ground, was it? No, it was the body of a furry beast. Pelt just as fiery but soul- lacking. Like an empty corpse or a vessel unfilled. When her ember landed on it- it burst into the flames of life. Consuming it entirely. Suddenly she felt alive again, her soul screeching out in heavenly flames as it ignited the body.
Was this the true end of a phoenix cycle? Was she destined to burn this creature, to consume and be born anew? The call of life and the need to persist screamed through her- and suddenly her paw twitched.
Her flames ceased as though afraid, retracting back and almost in to the body she landed upon. It was alive and yet how? When she moved- it moved- and when she tried to open her eyes, the nose of a beast sat between them.
She startled up, jumping up from the ground and onto her feet. She tried to reside on her back legs- as was her typical form, yet her center of gravity wouldn't allow her. She slammed back down onto her front paws again. Confusion overtook her- like suddenly being awake and alive. A sort of Frankenstein's monster- a panic began to consume her.
The firebird let out a mighty screech, a scream that disturbed the birds of the jungle nearby. She hushed herself and watched them fly away, a sort of jealousy consuming her as she begged within her heart to fly as well. To fly and escape, every second this close to the earth bringing her a depressing realization.
Anxiety and panic still coursing through her fiery veins, the beast fled- ungainly towards the trees. Thinking maybe- just maybe- if she could climb high enough and catch the wind beneath her- she may be able to glide out enough to catch flight. And though not a feather adorned her new body- the young woman still made way for the height of the canopy.
Her claws met the bark- scrambling at them desperately as she tried her best to gain any purchase to climb. Whines escaped her, though they sounded strange and scratchy from her throat.
She was not suited to the life of a flightless bird.
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