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[Firey]

OOC: Yeah. Go ahead and kill me. xD It took me loooong enough to write this, anyway. -smooshes away- BIC: A blazing forge of colors smeared meanderingly upon the predawn horizon. Scarlet, carmine, vermillion and dark coral mingled harmoniously, bursting forth in their fiery tones. A soft tapestry of fleecy light crimson clouds like drips of blood, smattered the warm air that signaled the prime of summer. In fact, for those fool individuals who chose to make the Mirror Lakes their house and home, it was always summer. And death of course. Yes, yes, there would be many rotten, bloated corpses to pick upon, so lovely and promising, so…void of life. Jessa could wait. She anticipated the droves of mosquitoes and maggots, attracted by the putrid, mind blowing stench of demise. Oh, how she longed for that. Meanwhile, there were only the gentle curvatures, the rising and sloping of the land for a crazed Barn Owl, kin of Tyto Alba, to be watched. A lone heart sculpted face tilted towards the glaring embryo amber sun, though only less than half a quarter peeked up over the horizon. In one flash of golden, the sunlight illuminated a crusty mask of blood that laced through Jessa’s once fine facial feathers. The once pearly sheen of her countenance was now a ghastly criss cross lattice of crimson patchwork, with a bloodied beak and pebbly beads for eyes that squinted out. Of the Barn Owl’s horrifying appearance, the witheringly grey orbs were the most shocking; they lacked their warm glow, only to speak of gluttony and hunger for power. Jessa stared with that horribly transformed gaze into the mess of incandescent flares. Black talons that were speckled with blood clutched the tree branch of burnt sienna, as her broad frame swayed to the air’s dance of playful currents. Jessa’s plumage too, were ruined by a lack of careful ministration. Once neatly groomed barbs and plummels were knotted together, so that the femme would look like a hideous shaggy backed beast from a distance. White chest? Gone. Light goldenrod speckled hued wings and back? Gone. It was not a matter of their existence, but more of their aspects rather: they were all thoroughly streaked with crimson stains. Jessa was perched upon an elm branch which was gnarled and rotting with age(and termites), watching the fervidly burning horizon with sharp interest. Red was the color of blood. Which was now Jessa’s favored color. The ghoul like owl calmly shifted from talon to talon, as if this was merely any normal day, as she recollected her past. Several seasons ago, the Pure Ones had mysteriously vanished. Or perhaps Jessa was just out of date. She had not left this haven, the Mirror Lakes for seasons now. So saying, Jessa eyed the lake that had given this seemingly serene place it’s name. The waters of the Mirror Lakes made not a sound. Not a ripple of disturbance was seen upon the polished and level surface. Jessa shook her head slightly, tilting the blood congealed face at an angle. There was a hateful expression in those grim greying optics through which she surveyed her peaceful realm. The Tyto Alba would have been sneering, if owl beaks could be slid into an impossible crook. Where is the hate? Where is the chaos in this peaceful dwelling? The fae screamed silently. The voice that had plugged into her mind, who had acted as her guide, where was it now? Had it abandoned her at this point, when she had come to a crossroads in her life? Then it suddenly struck Jessa. She was no longer an immature fledgling, to be coddled and cooed over at every second. Was that it? Had she grown up? Jessa’s head swirled and suddenly she just couldn’t take it anymore. The Barn Owl took off with a violent slash of her wings. Any furred or feathered individual directing their gaze upward would have been more than partially surprised as a fuzzball streaked with what looked like blood tore across the blooming sunrise. Red on red. How ironic. Just like blood.

[The King of Tyto]

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