03-03-2016, 07:13 PM
Lev hunkers down, but creeps closer still—his ears lay back, his mismatched eyes narrow; it feels like his heart is going to beat through the walls of his chest and he can’t stop the little quakes of fear that rattle down his legs. It could be over at any second, he could be ripped limb from limb and his family would never be the wiser. A squawk, a ruffling of feathers, the great bird then takes to the air—Lev shivers when its shadow passes over him but that doesn’t stop him from bounding forwards when he feels he’s in the clear.
It’d started a while ago, a robin’s egg had fallen from its nest and like all children, he’d wanted to test it out by putting it in his mouth. As it turns out, he quite liked the taste and the way the bits of shell cracked between his teeth. Ever since then, he had been robbing nests and suffering the wrath of devasted but angry bird parents. Only robins, really. Sometimes crows. He’d never stolen from anything bigger than a raven before today, but he could hardly resist the shiny sapphire egg glittering in front of him like a priceless stone; he’d spotted it during his routine flight this morning, and, well, after he’d slipped away from his mother and twin brother, he couldn’t help going back for it.
Grinning, he steps over the branches and other necessary bits Mama Big Bird deemed fit to build her nest. He cracks the egg open with one sharp swing of his hoof and wastes no time digging in. It’s, quite possibly, the greatest thing he has ever tasted in his life. He laps the yolk up greedily, making funny little grunts and groans under his breath. It’s not until his tenth or eleventh slurp that he hears a cry that chills him to the bone. Sharp and shrill, Big Mama Bird makes her presence known with a warcry that sends Lev dashing out of the nest and over the edge of the cliff. He nosedives, spirals and gains speed and then just before he hits the ground a large set of feathery black wings open up and send him soaring skyward. Big Mama Bird is in hot pursuit of the little nest raider, shrieking all the while.
“MAMA!” Lev cries, shooting past Aleksandr.
The great blue bird is quick to follow, surging past the black colt without noticing him.
It’d started a while ago, a robin’s egg had fallen from its nest and like all children, he’d wanted to test it out by putting it in his mouth. As it turns out, he quite liked the taste and the way the bits of shell cracked between his teeth. Ever since then, he had been robbing nests and suffering the wrath of devasted but angry bird parents. Only robins, really. Sometimes crows. He’d never stolen from anything bigger than a raven before today, but he could hardly resist the shiny sapphire egg glittering in front of him like a priceless stone; he’d spotted it during his routine flight this morning, and, well, after he’d slipped away from his mother and twin brother, he couldn’t help going back for it.
Grinning, he steps over the branches and other necessary bits Mama Big Bird deemed fit to build her nest. He cracks the egg open with one sharp swing of his hoof and wastes no time digging in. It’s, quite possibly, the greatest thing he has ever tasted in his life. He laps the yolk up greedily, making funny little grunts and groans under his breath. It’s not until his tenth or eleventh slurp that he hears a cry that chills him to the bone. Sharp and shrill, Big Mama Bird makes her presence known with a warcry that sends Lev dashing out of the nest and over the edge of the cliff. He nosedives, spirals and gains speed and then just before he hits the ground a large set of feathery black wings open up and send him soaring skyward. Big Mama Bird is in hot pursuit of the little nest raider, shrieking all the while.
“MAMA!” Lev cries, shooting past Aleksandr.
The great blue bird is quick to follow, surging past the black colt without noticing him.