a study in pink
09-05-2014, 07:06 AM
Freyja was fairly certain that no bird had a right to grow as large as this one had. Coming upon it had been pure luck, and with what she knew of raptors, the likelihood that it had already seen her as well was a near certainty. It's massive form bespoke stiff avian regality, and already she was not yammering at her as that accursed raven had. Honestly though, why the gods thought to put her in the path of these winged beasts, Freyja could not say. Perhaps she could continue along her path without making a scene out of this encounter. Her trail passed just under the avian's tree, and she could only hope it had the decency to let her pass unscathed. Gods be good, she was hungry and bound for a set of warrens she'd found just the other day. With a pinch of luck, perhaps this eagle had not already set herself upon them, and there would be some left for earthbound creatures like herself. The golden goddess kept a scowl from creeping onto her features. Should it happen that she found the rabbit set pillaged, as she now convinced herself to fear, she would be back and give that feathered buffoon a piece of her mind. She had never known a bird to have more than a pawful of wits anyways, it should be that hard to scare her off. |