I flap out of the rainforest, brushing leaves from my arms. I'm hungry, and the moor beyond was filled with hares. But mostly, I'm bored and want to brush up on my hunting.
The wind whistles past my face, grabbing my hair and throwing it around. My huge wings carry my over the moor like a hawk searching for its next meal.
My feathers ruffle as I do tight spirals in the air. I spread my arms, soaring on my back. The wind takes me forward, and I fall backward, letting my wings go limp. At the last second, I tuck into a spiral and soar along the yellow grass of the heath. Terrified, a couple of rabbits leap over the hills. I grab one and laugh, taking it up into the air with me. It's soft tail trembles with the rest of its body. Aw, that's too cute to kill, I think to myself. I place it on my head, and I feel it's little feet grab my fauxhawk. I carefully drift towards the ground and let it jump off of my head. It bounces over the rolling terrain and disappears into a hole.
I sit back with all of my weight on my toes. I smirk with a small laugh and leap into the air. Up there, huge hawks duck away from me, but a particularly large raven was my target. It's glossy black wings ripple with muscles. The raven tries to duck away from my extended hands, but I grab it with one hand and pull it towards me. It lets out terrified caws, and I kill it with a twist of my hands. Hungry but wary, I dive back to the ground.
Something's not right.
The wildlife is all gone as if someone else were there.
Am I imagining the rustle of movement? The cock of a gun being loaded, black on red like Voyna's soldier's wore?
I duck a scatter of lead whizzing past my hair, and I run.
Glancing behind me, I recognize two of Voyna's best soldiers, Lieutenant Schaurmen and General Olson, chasing me across the dry heath. Grass crunches under my feet as I run, my tan wings trailing behind me. I spring into the air, wings spread, and the two gunners fire their shotguns.
Most of the scatter misses me but lead wedges into the flesh under the down. I scream and dive down to the soldiers. Olson tries to fire at me again, but I dodge, do a spiral midair, and grab the two soldiers by their feet. They scream as they fly off the ground, but I throw them into the ground as hard as I can, silencing them.
I grit my teeth. Flying had taken more energy than I had thought it would. I'm already losing energy.
Just make it back to the rainforest...
I begin to drift down. Just a little... bit... closer...
My eyelids are drooping. Blood from my wing spatters the ground- it wasn't a dark red like mine was, but it was a bright crimson as if it were filled with some other chemical.
What seemed like a tiny mound before was suddenly a huge hill in front of me. I skid across it and roll down, down, down into a little creek. It washes the blood off of my wing but doesn't remove any of the chemicals.
My world goes dark, and my eyes close.