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CRASH
"Oh, fuck!"
Blue and black feathers flew from the heap that had just fallen from the sky. He should have known better than to trust the branches in this boreal forest. None were nearly strong enough to hold the several hundred pound beast that was now sprawled on the ground, nursing its aches.
"Should of known. I'm not a kid anymore," the feathered feline muttered to itself in a surprising soft voice for its otherwise fearsome appearance. Taking a pause from its ministrations the winged hybrid looked about and saw nothing but the bleak and cold forest before it. He sighed deeply.
Stories had said it was here. The Coalition of the Condemned. One of the supposedly nicer groups of the area. He was lucky to have found the islands, given that all he had was a story and direction. Perhaps these weren't the Coalition islands? With one great inhale that theory seemed unlikely. Someone, or rather a group of someones lived here.
"Oh, fuck!"
Blue and black feathers flew from the heap that had just fallen from the sky. He should have known better than to trust the branches in this boreal forest. None were nearly strong enough to hold the several hundred pound beast that was now sprawled on the ground, nursing its aches.
"Should of known. I'm not a kid anymore," the feathered feline muttered to itself in a surprising soft voice for its otherwise fearsome appearance. Taking a pause from its ministrations the winged hybrid looked about and saw nothing but the bleak and cold forest before it. He sighed deeply.
Stories had said it was here. The Coalition of the Condemned. One of the supposedly nicer groups of the area. He was lucky to have found the islands, given that all he had was a story and direction. Perhaps these weren't the Coalition islands? With one great inhale that theory seemed unlikely. Someone, or rather a group of someones lived here.