[fic] The Memoirs of a Feather
Title: The Memoirs of a Feather.
Summary: Burdens had to be cast aside, no matter how light the impact of losing one was.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 510.
Pairing: N/A.
Prompt: Corruption; “the end justified the means.”
AN: Thank you for influencing me, sharing your idea and allowing me to tweak it, eternalilith! I won't be here to read what you think about it, but I hope I've captured evil!Hibird enough for us to laugh forever. my_name_is_yui you deserve so much love for hearing me mumble about finishing this, even though you beat me in thirty minutes! Damn you, girl, but mine's shorter. My interpretation of “the end justified the means” is kind of warped, but Hibird abandoning his master for someone new should be enough. Maybe.
Power could have been considered an elixir of life. The more liquid one had, the more vigour they possessed, along with their life span becoming increased. As a moth was drawn to a naked, bright and intoxicating flame, an avian specimen considered something else elixir, a way to reach a different level to others and set him apart. Attachment was a weakness. The shackles of loyalty bound the fowl to whom was not preferred, someone trapped within a futile effort.
Through sombre, tenebrous and clouded eyes, a feeble male who had cut ties with the more tranquil times of his life was watched. He suffered a formidable wound delivered by a shoe connecting with his face, the attacker being treble his junior. As a gasp of pain sounded the bird took flight, his wings slicing through the air ceremoniously while only a single feather broke free from the rest. It drifted in the air that was stirred from movement, the bond between the fowl and its owners being tested. As he pushed forward, not gazing through passive eyes at what was being left behind-specifically, baggage that was soon since forgotten-intent became clear.
Longing for something more, someone who could satisfy the inner desires that were a burden was difficult. To be different than the other fowls who merely acted as mules, cameras strapped to their bodies how slaves had been treated in earlier times. There were no equals in their world, yet he knew that, understood it and acknowledged it fully. A bird would never be on par with humans, a species that was able to build castles upon dirt.
With only wings to aid him, all he could achieve was a mediocre sandcastle from grains of sand that had been conveniently placed. Flying without any lingering attachments, gracefully cutting through the air as precise as a blade, the fowl became attracted by something in particular. A light song, only brief snippets being processed by his mind. From what could be made out, the words were soft, lyrical and graceful, yet what caught the bird's attention the most was where it was coming from.
Stoic coal eyes met another, their gaze apathetic as they connected. There was no surprise flickering within the strangers irides, rather a bored expression staying put, as if warding off any other that had dared to be shown. Control was obvious; it took composure to be that passive, not showing any weakness at all.
The stranger must have consumed the elixir prior to their meeting-indubitably that level of diligence was hard to achieve, yet it reminded the fowl entirely of his previous master. The one who had fallen to impatience, their cool expression breaking under the pressure of mere children.
Though, the first time could have been a fluke. There were different tiers of people, each for an age range. One had already been lost, succumbing to brainlessness, yet there was still a chance for another. Ignorance may have been a trait in everyone, but intelligence was, too. The latter could win and overpower the first.