I turned and faced him. That was a mistake, obviously, and as soon as I saw him I remembered why I don't do that.
At least he wasn't evil. He was, however... avian. Very avian. His eyes were sharp and cunning, piercing like a hawk, and a tumult of colors flashed over him like the feathers of some tropical bird. Even as he sat and watched me, I could sense the need for movement. A bird not meant to be caged. Somehow it didn't surprise me, much.
What did surprise me, and more specifically, what disturbed the hell out of me, were the wings. They were not part of him. They were like black, twisting chains, extending from his shoulders into the ground. Keeping him alive, but keeping him prisoner. I quickly turned away, and out of a fit of morbid curiosity, looked over my shoulder at my own wings.
Again, in place of the black feathers I found a tangled knot of black, twisting chains, running from my shoulders to the ground. My stomach turned, and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth against the Sight trauma as I struggled to shut it off.
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... Hang on, I was saying something.
"... Sight. My Sight. Tea opened my damn..."
I turned and faced him. That was a mistake, obviously, and as soon as I saw him I remembered why I don't do that.
At least he wasn't evil. He was, however... avian. Very avian. His eyes were sharp and cunning, piercing like a hawk, and a tumult of colors flashed over him like the feathers of some tropical bird. Even as he sat and watched me, I could sense the need for movement. A bird not meant to be caged. Somehow it didn't surprise me, much.
What did surprise me, and more specifically, what disturbed the hell out of me, were the wings. They were not part of him. They were like black, twisting chains, extending from his shoulders into the ground. Keeping him alive, but keeping him prisoner. I quickly turned away, and out of a fit of morbid curiosity, looked over my shoulder at my own wings.
Again, in place of the black feathers I found a tangled knot of black, twisting chains, running from my shoulders to the ground. My stomach turned, and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth against the Sight trauma as I struggled to shut it off.