Two Tales of Sarah the Falcon
Something rather silly that I typed up.
Her name is Sarah.
Born into a tribe of gray feathered woman, and black feathered fella.
They were the Rapax, a tribe of tall and strong Peregrines.
And for them life was indeed a precious thing.
They took little from the land,
Lest they suffer the wrath of their maker's hand.
But, tis fate it seems,
That little Sarah would be their undoing.
Ravenous, her gut bottomless,
To her she seemed to have a blessing.
To the other's, they saw her as end of life, crushing.
She knew not why they shunned her; her appetite was not her fault.
Her mother had been unfaithful with a dragon, and was never caught.
With a hunger so much larger than for one her size,
She left this world of harsh eyes.
Taking roost among the forest trees,
She found a place she could live in harmony.
Same could not be said of the deer, the fish and bears and such,
They learned quickly that Sarah's taste buds loved them all, a tad too much.
Now free to fill her gut with whatever she could touch,
The peregrine never missed a chance to munch.
But a discovery of herself came at a great surprise,
For living among the tribe, this issue had been disguised.
Metabolism is a strange and powerful thing,
Burning through the stomach like a fiery ring.
No matter how large of how much she devoured,
Her pudge was gone in less than an hour.
What she'd once called a blessing now seemed to be a curse,
And day by day the problem grew worse and worse.
For now creatures of every sort began to stay away,
Making her travel further and further every day.
Just when she felt lowest and weakest,
She saw her tribe's beacon.
War was upon them, or so it seemed,
And how desperately they needed help from everyone and everything.
So they'd called for Sarah and her bottomless gut,
To see if she could go to their enemy and eat them all up.
The years had passed quick and hard on Sarah, making her a strong and capable warrior.
She burst into the enemy encampment and declared, "I'm here to swallow each and every last one of ya!"
They jumped to their feet, with spears at the ready,
But Sarah was most rock steady.
With quick jabs with her hands, and kick's with her feet,
She soon had the enemy tribe dismantled, and ready to eat.
It took her the better part of an hour to get them all,
Becoming rounder and rounder till growing unable to move at all.
And there she sat, full, round, and content.
And then her tribe's leaders supposed that their rules could be bent.
Sarah now lives in among the trees with a slightly plump belly,
Ready to come to her tribe's aid, for she is always hungry.
Dawn broke through the morning storm,
Waking Sarah's sleeping form.
The night had been long and rainy
And the leaking roof of her home drove her nearly crazy.
As she set about mending the holes and worn struts,
She noticed a fellow falcon flying to her hut.
From afar she could tell he was a Rapax like her,
Which probably meant she was needed to dispose of some monster.
She met the courier in her yard, noticing his fancy dress.
"I take it I'm supposed to be impressed?" She thought.
The courier talked quick and moved quicker,
For Sarah was needed to meet with the elder's in the hut of wicker.
She arrived in quite a hurry,
To be summoned by the grand Elder was indeed a need to scurry.
She met him and his grey eyes,
Like clouds they were, or even feather dyes.
"Sarah my dear I've an urgent quest, for it seems an old friend of mine is in a mess."
He told her of a dragon of a land afar,
And how he'd saved the Elder from a fatal scar.
Thus she discovered this quest was a favor
For the grey one's savior.
"His land is encroached upon, and he needs your help to rid the land of the little spawn!"
Sarah left in a huff,
Flying quickly, the wind playing with her chest fluff.
Over trees, fields and a tall mountain,
So many miles that could not be counted.
After a week had passed, and her gut famished,
She landed at the doorstep of her bequestor, banners all about and tarnished.
Stepping inside the wide cave,
She heard a voice call and beckon for her with a wave.
She beheld a mountain of scaly flesh,
A frightfully large and nearly blobby mess.
"My dear Sara," the dragon began "I'm glad to see you made it, come in, come in!"
So she did, and sat and listened to the dragon's plight,
To learn how on earth she could make it right.
"The people of this land have been most kind its true, through their offerings and sacrifices my gut grew and grew,
"But now at the cost of all this might, I've lost my gift of flight,
"Once, long ago I rid this land of a blighter, a dragon that was a roof lighter.
"I became a god you see, at least in the minds of those of small sanity.
"All that the light touched was mine, and I grew fat on Haila Berry Wine.
"Now another dragon has come by the name of Firth, and he's made claims about my girth.
"He's convinced the people that I am not the savoir they need, that I am nothing more than a beast with a gut of greed!
"What I need of you my dear Sarah, is to track down and eat this fella'."
Not at all sure why she felt that she should comply,
The Rapax did agree to help this scaly guy.
T'was her oath as her tribe's protector,
To mend and right the hecklers.
But, she decided, after this, no more of these kinds of favors.
Off she leapt to the world unknown,
To find this disruptor, and turn him into bone.
From dragon to dragon,
To griffin to griffin,
To even a phoenix and roc,
She searched for where Firth could be hiding with his lying stock.
A month quickly and quietly went on by,
Passing surprisingly quickly from beneath her eyes.
She'd eaten, but certainly not enough.
Now any floof she had come from her feather fluff.
But just when she considered all was lost,
She learned of a strange dragon living in the frost.
Traveling to the artic north she discovered Firth dwelling in a bed of garnets and gold,
Quite the wondrous site to behold.
Jumping down and landing with a plop,
She quickly pinned him down, and wiped the floor with him as though he were a mop.
But for all she said and for all she told,
Firth considered her not the slightest bit bold.
"You travel across the lands and seas just to find me?
"Have you no idea of how you've been a key?
"By coming all this way under order of his outrageous girth, you've proved that I am, right, I Firth!
"He's not fit to rule those people by any stretch of the imagination. They need someone like me, a wise tactician.
He spoke words, twisted lies,
Their effect showed in Sarah's eyes.
He told her of how she was nothing more than a tool to her tribe,
That she was nothing more than an extension of their wandering minds.
To branch out and eat whole
Any creature that would or could trouble their hold.
Crafty and sneaky was Firth,
Even convinced Sarah she was even unworthy of birth.
He was a wicked soul indeed,
That was until her belly grumbled hungrily.
In that moment, somehow she knew
That it had been her hunger that'd clouded her view.
Cowardly did Firth become as his eyes were widened with awe,
He'd never once considered what it was like to be inside another's maw.
Slow and deliberate, most unpleasant and cold,
Sarah made sure his last moments in the living world were to be as terrible as the lies he told.
Not since that village nearly a year ago
Had she had her belly this big, with only the ability to roll.
The dragon in her gut kicked and writhed, trying his hardest to get out alive.
"Oh no big guy," Said Sarah. "An unpleasant end is fit for you, for meddling so wrongly in other's lives.
"I won't aid that blob of dragon again, I can promise you that. But how fitting is it, that soon you'll be nothing but fat."