She covered her scarlet velvet wings, suppressing away yet harboring the flare of wonderment energy that was eager to breathe. Her dwelling filled with visitors of all niches, they prowled on her once quiet room finding rest on her perches, their whispers becoming murmurs and their murmurs becoming conversation. Then, like ticks in her feathers, did gazes peaked from the darkness in her barrier. Young lively souls who once thought that they were so experience, so adept, now nervously sought out the room like a pup to their new residence. A claw snatched the inexperienced creature back under the void of the Phoenix body. Perhaps a scowling was being undertaken from behind, since a scolding was heard yet silenced under the nestled commotion of overlapping house chatter.
Eagerness.
In her higher nests, more clever ravens got onto position, one who which controlled the very sun itself. With a click, the star beamed with brilliance! Regardless this was merely a delusion to the true lead. With the manifestation of a single person had the non-temporary residences silenced themselves. The entity proceeded to vocalize her melodies, and with adequate enticement the Pheonix unwrapped her secrets to the world. There was a realm she hid behind her scarlet plumage that erupted with vitality, confidence, and mastery as it began to promenade once more upon her tongue. A voice she did not have however she did not need to have one for many spoke for her.
Passion.
The Pheonix was no stranger to man, she yearned to pleasure and excite. As the show finalized a cascade of applause made her recoil away in bashfulness. Her shy demeanor hiding away her realm once more, the society behind her wings simply prepared for shows to come. At last, when the world was quiet once more, a single stage light glowed bright as the Phoenix heart, standing vigil for the night show to come.
Peace.
The cool salty air of the sandy calm beach tickled the palms swaying their sensitive large leafy wings. A strange creature stepped out into the basking clearing with hesitation, it’s dark nose chuffed and snorted as it trawled their hefty gray body against the white perfect sand. Disrupting the cleanliness of untouched grain and weaving a trail of imperfections in the flippered creatures way. Rocks stood grounded in face of the ocean, their physique stubbornly fought against the glistening waves that struck the mineral with each powerful slam. Yet, the sea had and always will fail against the battle between the stone. Cries of white large feathered avians called out with each splash of water that got too close up in rivalry of their fortress of defence, almost insulted by the attempts of nature licking up against their nests where their future rested. Despite all of this, the ocean beamed, it's spirit full of life, nonetheless the sky itself blurring. In the horizon of the clouded sky a ball of ferocious blaze was falling into the Earth, the endless liquid dragged the tremendous fireball into itself. Like a greedy thief stealing the prized jewel of ancient temples, the ocean continued on, the dusk disappearing. Each pull the beach darkened until finally, fading away, the dusk left the sky and a drowsy thief settled down to rest.
A feathered figure flapped frantically through the bustling anarchic skies of the thunderous raining storm. His head had to remain forward for his beak to guide him. Droplets of transparent water spattered on his black tux. Another crackle in the sky clashed in the clouds, he had believed that today would be easier than others but the owl folks weren't expecting such severe weather today.
Finally, the small tawny owl found his perch, an old giant tree with ivory bark. His wings tried hard to stabilize, nonetheless, his body plummeted hard onto the landing and he rolled with claws swipping feebly in the air. “Dagr!” Screeched a figure from a higher perch, the brown-gray figure plunged dramatically his pale-yellow eyes glarred at Dagr sharply. “You’re late!” He opened his wings to look larger, “The hunter-talons are waiting for you to sort their kill!” Dagr recognized the boobook owl folk, Liberius, who could not give Dagr a break. The warden-talons often sounded like they constantly had fish scales stuck in their throat.
Dagr recovered, straightening himself up, his orifices gazing at Liberius as he composed himself. “Sorry sir,” Dagr cooed “I will got on top of it-!” Dagr shook water off his wings and immediately took off awkwardly to the sorting branch. Feeling the warden-talons eyes behind him as he did, Dagr mentally cringed.
