The island was very much alive, a chaotic blend of vibrant colors and incessant calls from the parrots flitting above. Oath stalked through the dense undergrowth, cyan eyes scanning the ground for any trace of the vivid feathers the birds would often shed. The task required patience and a sharp eye, but Oath was undeterred. The air was thick with the scent of salt and damp earth, the island's humidity clinging to his fur as he moved.

A flash of crimson caught his eye near the base of a twisted palm tree. He approached cautiously, nose twitching as he confirmed the feather was free of mud or damage. It was brilliant, a deep red that reminded him of blood but held an almost mystical sheen. Tucking it gently into his satchel, Oath continued onward, weaving through ferns and ducking under low-hanging vines.

Each discovery added to his growing collection: a plume of iridescent green here, a streak of electric blue there. The feathers seemed to sing with the energy of the isle, whispering stories of their vibrant owners. Oath couldn’t help but take the time to admire each and every one, they did not have that long on this island left to do so, after all. These treasures would be perfect for future crafting, a symbol of the fleeting beauty the parrots held during their time on the island.

"Speech"

Oath Morningstar

CODE BY SIN

Atreyu had always been a wolf who woke up before the sun, and today was no different. The spotted woman rose from the bed she shared with Azriel, stretching out as those holographic eyes ate up the horizon. There was the faintest hint of light in the sky, a promise from the sun to end the darkness of night for the day. The moon and the stars were still out, but the song birds of the island began to sing their songs. She wasn't sure when she would see the island again, wanting to take a final tour of it before she went on to search for a better home for them. Nudging Bigs, she gave him a message to give to Azriel if she hadn't already woke him up by moving. Luckily, he seemed to still be sleeping soundly on their bed. "Tell Azriel I went out for a bit, I'm gonna go say goodbye to the island." After her message was given and she made sure that Bigs repeated it to her, Atreyu rushed out of their room and down the stairs two at a time.

The yearling leader did take the time to stop and observe her morning rituals, deciding that she couldn't leave out honoring the gods and ancestors for this new day. Closing her eyes, Atreyu smiled as she listened to the song of the island echo off the walls of the long abandoned hotel's hallways. All around there was the squawk of parrots and the trilling notes of random birds-of-paradise, the buzzing of various insects and the smell of tropical flowers in bloom only added to the sweet symphony that was island life. Stretching once more, Atreyu stood and moved away from the hotel, to go deeper into the overgrown forest that was in the center of the island. A flash of color among the greenery caught her attention as it moved away from her in the underbrush. The rose gold woman moved silently through the leaves and branches, her graceful form slipping around low limbs and high roots with almost feline motions.

"Oath!" She said excitedly once she actually caught up to him, noticing him gathering a red feather from the base of a tree. "What are you out doing? Getting a present for Fairytale?" She said Fairytale's name teasingly, with a wide smile on her face as her spotted tail waved behind her. Honestly, she loved that her friend had found love with her brother, it made her happy to see them happy. "Whatever it is, I could help you?" She questioned if she could help or not, she didn't wish to intrude if he had wanted to be left alone.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'

code by bird, art by alo