PitchBlackRose

A sharp click resonated in your ears, your head whipping up in dazed confusion. Gilbert had his nose a few inches from yours, ruby orbs eyeing you intently through the glass of his prison. He lay stomach down on a branch, head propped up on his fist as it rested snuggly beneath his chin. Yet another one of the many habits he'd picked up during his relentless observation of you. You shuddered as your name left his lips in an inviting coo. Damn your father for speaking so freely about you to them. Damn him for teaching them to speak in the first place. Their voices were thick with accent, the sounds jumbled and incorrect sometimes, but there

Avians: Human/bird hybrids that are a popular motif in mythology and folklore. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It'd been a few days since your father had instructed you to remain at home. The whole ordeal had really given you an insight into the true meaning of "home school." And it was boring. Sprawled on the couch in the living room, you were staring mindlessly at the open emptiness of the ceiling. A groan echoed through the empty house, followed by the soft click of the front door closing. You glanced up from your resting place, noting your father's sour expression. "What lemon you been sucking on?" He shot you one of his rare dirty looks, coll

Avians: Human/bird hybrids that are a popular motif in mythology and folklore. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You were in awe of them. They looked so much different than they had in the photographs. They're long unkempt hair had been sheared short, and their locks now shined with cleanliness. They'd been washed, clothed in silken pants. They were breathtaking. Piercing eyes of icy blue and bloody red stared at you as the two lounged in their nest. Right now, they looked very much like two regular twenty-some year olds. But of course, you knew better. "Don't stare, dear!" your father chided quietly and you quickly turned away from the windowed encl