Paint It Black

The scent he had followed had been familiar although he couldn’t quite place where he had first come across it. As he investigated the scent of the intruder his mind flashed images of feathers drifting toward the ground and the smell of bird lice, but what that meant was far beyond him.

He bounded over the felled trunk of a once mighty tree and touched his nose to the ground again. More than the familiarity of the scent there was something about it that struck him as similar to his brother’s in a way he couldn’t quite place. He chuffed, attempting to clear his mind and carried on.

As the scent drew closer his pace quickened, eager to get to the bottom of whoever the intruder was and deal with him accordingly. He stopped at the top of one of the many hills in the woods and looked down at the tri-colored male. “You?!” He cried in a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. It was the boy he had met on the island with all the birds on one of his frequent brooding sessions back when he lived in Abaven. It had only been a few months, but to Tyranis it might as well have been another lifetime. It took some concentration but eventually the boy’s name came to him: Legion.

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