Nara woke in the abandoned, lean-to shed. The front wall had fallen down and there were cracks and missing planks in the remaining three, leaving the interior as frosty and cold as the outside. A light snow was falling in the morning air. Nara picked...
Adventure, Eagle
What puzzled him was that the eagle vision was showing the men as blue, not and ally, but not an enemy. crouching on a roof above the open windows, he looked in on a scene that would later be painted by leonardo da vinci.
Altair, Angst, Blood, Death, Human, Jerusalem, Jesus, Joy, Religion, assassin's creed, sadness
It most closely resembled a harpy eagle in shape, but its head lacked the fan of fluff that distinguished them from other species. its feathers were a deep magenta in color, and it had a small plume on the top of its head like a cockatiel.
Eagle, Hawk, Hybrid, Mind Control, Transformation, hive
Chpt.6 the metal eagle
far in the distance we heard a humming noise, i leading the group, ordered everyone to halt with one swift hand movement, i checked my map and it sounded like it was coming from camp bastian, the biggest
Arctic Wolf, Gay, Gay Relationships, Horse, Husky, M/M, M/M/M/F, M/solo, Post-Apocalyptic, Soldier, army, zombie
But the eagle wanted that fish, and it wanted it now.
russel kept giving commands that i blindly followed. my head ran on autopilot as everything seemed like a blur, and it was all real.
Bear, Eagle, Transformation
My arms were now covered in feathers down to my wrists, their brown color matching those on my chest and assuring me that i could be only one thing, a bald eagle.
Bear, Eagle, Transformation
Being honest with Russel about what had happened on the boat was difficult. It's hard telling your friend that you thought they would harm you, but THE SITUATION WAS made worse by how you had to stop it. At first, Russel thought I was making stuff up,...
Bear, Eagle, Transformation
Thermals rise off the sides of the hills as the sun goes down, and I rise
with them, wings spread wide to catch their lift.
Warm air catches at my pinion feathers, and I rise from the side of my
hill. It's like holding your hands out in a...
Eagle, Slice-of-Life
#108 of short stories
an eagle enjoys his evening.
by how eagerly the eagle regarded the silhouette of his fiance in the door frame, it was clear that who to love one of the few lessons he'd declined to learn from his parents.
Eagle, Microfiction, lgbt
"Dean! What's going on?"
Russell laid on the floor, opening and closing his hands as best as possible, slowly touching one paw to the other and poking his left pad with a claw. Walking closer to Russ, I carefully stepped around his legs, kneeling and...
Bear, Eagle, Forcedshifting, Transformation