The Abyss
09-04-2013, 06:31 AM
The shoebill stood at the edge of the cliff. Inspecting it and the water that was below it. Such a sheer drop, he remembered some humans would jump off areas like this simply to have fun. Such stupid things, then again he had yet to be proven wrong by the wolves in the area. He was certain with these odd ones, this devils land was bound to have some strange things in it. Arkada clicked his beak as he sat down on his own feet. The giant beast's green eyes looked over into the water in the day light. This weather was much like his old home, though with the coming of fall it wasn't entirely as hot as it was when he had first arrived in alacritis. The African bird with an irish accent was not the least worried about the weather though. Not unless he wished to go for a small flight. He was an oddball of his kind, enjoying flying more than gliding, unlike most the others.
Arkada was only concerned about the attitude of these wolves, who knew nothing about the world. Just like the others. The world revolved around the birds, it didn't matter what type or kind, they were all princes and princess' of the world. The stories he was told as a child had molded him into a prince that could teach others of this sad reality. Birds were magnificent creatures, and others should worship them, but could still live their daily lives. Though there were certain sins to be avoided, then after death. By the lucky chance they were good and well, they would be able to be reincarnated as a bird. And live like a king for the rest of eternity. That was how he saw things, and there wasn't much that could change it.