04-21-2020, 11:28 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Even after they finished building their nest, the instinct to expand and gather resources for his children still hums in his chest. He has been to the fields and even the north to scout out anything that might delight the members of the Cove. A strange sort of anxiety continues to flood his veins but he returns home to roost and patrol their borders for a while.
When he lands, there is a soft thud of his talons meeting the pale autumn grasses. He tucks his wings tight to his sides and approaches with a soft series of clicks and croons to announce his arrival. Ghaul is surprised to see their eggs already occupying the nest and he trills in delight when he comes near. He cannot see the colors of each shell, but he recognizes that each has a unique warmth to it. He likes to think he can almost see the tiny bundles of life growing within them, even. Clarissa looks so at home around their brood that it softens his edges even further than usual. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined this.
Carefully, he brings a talon to the oblong egg and gently taps along its length. He then taps at the others and lowers his head to press his ear to them. If he concentrates, he can hear the tiny heartbeats in each one. “I did not expect so many. Fate has recognized our worth,” he says softly as he touches his lips to the golden egg. They feel strong and fragile all at once, he thinks. “Have you been singing to them?” A soft laugh eases from him as he teases her. In truth, he loves the sound of her voice and the way she hums her songs when she thinks he’s fast asleep. It was part of what convinced him they were ready for a clutch of their own.
He lowers himself into the nest on the opposite side from her, curling his body around the brood with a slow sigh. They had done an excellent job of crafting this little nest. All the ash and dried grasses cushion him perfectly as he begins to relax. In fact, he doesn’t even realize that knot of concern is entirely absent from his chest now.
When he lands, there is a soft thud of his talons meeting the pale autumn grasses. He tucks his wings tight to his sides and approaches with a soft series of clicks and croons to announce his arrival. Ghaul is surprised to see their eggs already occupying the nest and he trills in delight when he comes near. He cannot see the colors of each shell, but he recognizes that each has a unique warmth to it. He likes to think he can almost see the tiny bundles of life growing within them, even. Clarissa looks so at home around their brood that it softens his edges even further than usual. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined this.
Carefully, he brings a talon to the oblong egg and gently taps along its length. He then taps at the others and lowers his head to press his ear to them. If he concentrates, he can hear the tiny heartbeats in each one. “I did not expect so many. Fate has recognized our worth,” he says softly as he touches his lips to the golden egg. They feel strong and fragile all at once, he thinks. “Have you been singing to them?” A soft laugh eases from him as he teases her. In truth, he loves the sound of her voice and the way she hums her songs when she thinks he’s fast asleep. It was part of what convinced him they were ready for a clutch of their own.
He lowers himself into the nest on the opposite side from her, curling his body around the brood with a slow sigh. They had done an excellent job of crafting this little nest. All the ash and dried grasses cushion him perfectly as he begins to relax. In fact, he doesn’t even realize that knot of concern is entirely absent from his chest now.