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A Day In The Life of Heron and Jax (017) Ending
Several weeks passed by, Jax refused to tell Heron what had happened, only that London chose to stay out in the forest. Her father forced the move, but Heron didn't seem to care any more. The wedding plans were going strong, the only hitch in the plan was Jax, who refused to leave Heron's side and shredded two of the wedding dresses brought in for her inspection. Heron's mother refused to go near the gryphon. Heron didn't care. She never did anything, only spoke when spoken to and barely at anything at mealtimes.
Jax tried to cheer her up with everything in his arsenal, but he knew the cause: London.
The black gryphon watched her stare out the window. The view was her family's front lawn, a beautiful expanse of cultured trees and trimmed hedges, with a few small fountains and a large statue dotting the place here and there. Jax knew his heart-sister saw none of it. The door opened and the gryphon raise his head, expecting to hiss at the servants that refused to leave his Heron alone, b
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"What words, demon?" she responded. Jax muttered, 'Another one?" but was ignored.
"You have something of mine," the darkdrak hissed, motioning to London…no, to the cub he carried. Looking down, Jax realized what should have been obvious. The tiny black cub was the same breed. Troya glanced over, but scoffed, "You took what was ours. Why should we give it back?"
In answer, Drakul reached up and pulled loose the clear collar, dropping it to the ground. "I am no longer bound to the monster who took your cubs, Troya. We are different now, you and I. We speak icekin tongue. Forever different." Slowly, the gray drak nodded, then sighed. She chirruped at London, who took a few steps forwards and set the baby down, who started wailing at the sudden wet ground. Immediately, the hulking drak leaned over, scooping her cub up and holding it close. Jax blinked in surprise at the size difference of parent and child. Drakul turned to the gryphon. "For what it is worth, I am sorry." The darkdrak turne
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The two males made their way up the stairs and Jax gave a hiss at the plantdraks surrounding Heron. The three scattered, but not far. "We help, gryphon!" The gray female protested, and sniffed at the baby in London's arms. "Not mine. We find mine." With that, the three trotted off. London blinked after them, and turned to look down at Heron, torn. Jax was still shocked the drak spoke and blinked, then suddenly shook his feathers, and ignored the broken ones that dropped off. He curled around Heron and sniffed suspiciously at the 'cast.' London whined and gave a tiny spit glob at the cast to show it was his. Jax sighed and pulled his rider close.
"I waited for you, Heron. I worried all night we were separated. I should have known I couldn't protect you on my own," Jax sighed. London leaned over and nibbled a head feather in comfort. The baby in the drak's arms gave a warble. Jax shook his head and stood. He tried to get the tiny icekin onto his back, moving his wings to maneuver her. Lo
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It didn't take him long to find the gryphon, though it wasn't easy for the 4-legged drak to navigate stairs. He found the black gryphon tied to a post, half plucked with black feathers strewn all over. London whined and yipped at the gryphon, who groggily lifted his bound head. Jax blinked and mumbled something through the gag, then shook his head and strained at the ropes.
London immediately began chewing at the vines. As each one snapped, Jax mumbled something, but with the gag, it was impossible to tell. When the gryphon's talons were freed, he immediately ripped off the gag and spat. "Where's Heron?" he demanded. London whined, then yipped again cheerfully. Slowly, Jax's head crest lowered as he relaxed slightly and looked around. "Take me to her, London. Lets go get Heron." The two animals turned, but a tiny whine came from the corner. A darkened cage had been dragged across the floor and shoved into a corner of the room. There was dry, moldy straw all over the place, and the plac
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Sure enough, the green male turned his head and meeped happily, trotting over to Heron and cuddling against her. She hugged him, overwhelmed at being saved by a bunch of draks. The screams of the gray vampire echoed of the walls as the female plantdraks got their own brand of revenge. Only when the screams stopped, did they stop and turn towards Heron and London.
Heron hesitantly smiled and tried to stand up, using London as a brace. He seemed taller than she remembered. What had happened? She felt dizzy all of a sudden and London dived beneath her, catching her across his back. Comforted, she climbed onto his back and he stood, if a little wobbly. He walked towards the three females, but one hissed. London chirruped easily at them and they quieted. One, the largest, cleaned her gray claws carefully. The spotted black plantdrak leaned over and gave Heron's knee a sniff. Satisfied, she came over and sniffed London. The third simply watched.
"Lets get out of here, ok, boy?" London agreed
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The monster dismissed the hiss and focused on Heron with a feral grin. She shrank back, but he didn't move. Finally, he spoke again, "You gryphoneers are all the same. Only focused on what betters the people in the cities. My entire family was wiped out by darkdraks. The rangers said they couldn't do anything, and the gryphoneers said I couldn't prove it. What you really meant was I didn't have any money to pay your precious gryphons to help." Heron shook her head wordlessly, horrified, but the man continued.
"My home was destroyed, my parents murdered in front of me, my siblings dismembered. Only I survived," he snorted. "If one would call this…farce…survival."
"You are choosing to do this!" Heron blurted. "You're a monster! You don't care about justice, you only want to see others hurt." He snarled at her and she shrank back. In two strides, he was hovering over her, and he slapped her, hard. Heron held her hand to her stinging face, tears glittered at the corners of her eyes.
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Not too soon afterwards, the odd footsteps could be heard, coming closer. "Soon," the drak grinned down at her. Heron shivered.
"You are free to hunt, Drakul," the figure raised a hand. The drak nodded and stood, disappearing back through the door that was barly large enough for it. The figure turned towards Heron, and she gasped again, the shock of too much happening slowly setting in. She shivered. The man might have once been an icekin, but his skin was a pasty gray. His hair was snow white with bloodred tips. His eyes were a hellish red to mach his drak's, and his skin looked stretched across his bony frame like it had shrunk, or hadn't fit in the first place. He grinned toothily down at her and took a few steps closer. The icekin girl tried to scoot away, but an enormous gray tail snaked around and grabbed her broken ankle. Heron screamed.
"I will have my revenge! Your kind destroyed me!" He pulled her closer and hauled her upright. This close, she could smell his fetid breath as
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After a long time, Heron didn't know how long, the rain let up, but no sunlight filtered through the tiny window. The drak continued to watch her, blocking the only way out. Not that she'd get very far, with her broken ankle. She still had her pack, however, and hesitantly rummaged through it. The drak didn't seem to care. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind as she didn't really see what was in front of her. Where was Jax? Was that really his scream? What was the icekin doing to him? Was London all right? What kind of drak was keeping her here?
Heron looked up at it, watching her with its baleful red eyes, and she swallowed. It looked like it could easily bite her in half. "H-How can you s-speak?" she asked, in spite of herself. The drak blinked.
"My master gave me the intelligence to speak, unlike the rangers in your cities," it scoffed with a growl. "He loves me more than your rangers claim to. As a cub, I was shot at, had my feathers plucked off, I was inspected, and kept alon
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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