Saturday, November 22, 2014

Blood and Feathers: Part 3

            Chickadee the eagle limped through the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Already, curious onlookers had begun to flock Red Tail’s dead body. It wouldn’t be long before only a few feathers and bones remained.
            He knew that if he hoped to survive, he’d have to get off the ground. Wolves and coyotes would relish the opportunity to slay him. But without the use of both wings, he had no way of flying to safety.
            He froze, hearing a noise in the underbrush behind him. Turning quickly, Chickadee pointed his beak forward and tried to appear large. Maybe he’d be able to intimidate his assailant, persuading him to leave.
            A soft voice hissed from the underbrush. “So, what have we here? An eagle, forced to walk on the ground like a common animal. Why, what at tragedy.” A large snake slithered into the open, the banded pattern on his back and odd tail tip signifying him as a rattlesnake.
            Chickadee tilted his head. “What’s a rattlesnake doing so far north?”
            Rattlesnake chuckled. “I am answering Serpent’s call. He has great plans, plans I am happy to aid. But before I pledge my service to him, I wish to be held in esteem. To do so, a trophy must be brought to him. And what better than an eagle, the hunter of snakes?”
            “Fight me, and you will die. But I have no wish to fight you. Enough blood has been spilled today.”
            “Yes, your little war with the hawks. It’s a waste of time. The red-furred mouse was doomed. The hawks only accelerated the process.”
            “Perhaps, but someone must protect those who are defenseless.”
            Rattlesnake leered. “How noble of you, especially considering how those you seek to protect would treat your corpse. The red-furred mouse would eagerly feed your body to his family, were he still able. Fighting against nature is a hopeless, useless, foolish task, one unworthy of a warrior such as yourself.”  
            “Then I am happily a fool. Now are you going to keep driveling, or are we going to fight, worm?” Chickadee flexed his clawed feet and puffed out his chest. He could see the fear in Rattlesnake’s eyes. Even injured, he’d still be a dangerous opponent. “Find another trophy, if you wish to survive.”
            “Perhaps you speak the truth, for I am unsure which one of us is the deadlier, but one thing is certain: one of us is going to die today.” Bearing his fangs, Rattlesnake lunged towards Chickadee’s heart.
             

            

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