Novel & Cerita Albino Falcon

The next Griffin will be born from the ashes of the previous Griffin, they will simply die and be born in the forest of fog. The Griffin is almost as tall as her body, the Eagle's face approaches Aranjo's. The eagle's eyes are a combination of black and gold. The Griffin's plumage was pale gold with fine strands of red in between the golden feathers. 'Thank you for helping me!' Aranjo seemed to hear the voice of someone talking to her. Is she hallucinating? inner Aranjo. 'I'm the little bird you saved first!' "Are you talking to me?" asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin.

He was lean, built for absolute, terrifying speed. His Totem mutation was elegant and deadly. His eyes were the piercing, hyper-focused amber of a raptor. From his forearms extended long, retractable, monomolecular blades that glowed with a faint, cutting wind-Aether. > [CRITICAL THREAT OVERLAY] > Entity: High Council Executioner. > Strain: Falcon-Class (Rank 6). > Specialization: High-Velocity Pursuit / Assassination. > The Falcon stood amidst the rotting fungal stalks and rusted scrap, completely unbothered by the crushing dark of the Under-Guts. He looked at the dead Goliaths, then his amber eyes swept over Nero and Silas, dismissing them instantly as trash.

“Other new roommates. I am not yet safe. From the dense fern weed a creature proud of our light. She looked like an absurd mixture of an original raptor and a gallic chicken. The Animal was enough to my knee. It had thick, shed legs, a grumped body covered by dazzling, steel blue and emerald green feathers, and a solid, bent beak that effortlessly cracks nuts (or fingers) could. Behind the first birding tripped three more to the light. You pick curious about our modified water filters and pierce deep, grumping Sounds out. “Silas’ archive called her Gallus gallus domesticus,” Kael said quietly. ‘But the

A little time outside in the garden sounded refreshing. The stone walls around the residence were not so high, but it was worn with age. The rose bushes were blooming in bright red and wafting their pleasant scent into the wind. Faline sat on the grass under a lush tree, watching as the bird hopped around curiously. It didn’t even try to use its healing wing. From what she had studied that meant it was unlikely to fly properly again. “Perhaps I should give you a name”, she mused. The bird tilted its head and tweeted. Most of its feathers were a light brown but it also had a red crest on its chest. Where the brown and red intersected the feathers were an unusually vibrant shade of yellow.

Niamh could hear the General's struggle as she and Shandalar pushed through the crowd. Fergal was not going to let Konnyr get away. Niamh suddenly remembered the last time the falcon had encountered the General, Konnyr had inflicted serious injuries on Fergal. The falcon had not forgotten, and was out to serve justice. No one could get near. The Ohta Fion dove and swerved, adding even more scars to the General's face. At one point, Fergal dug his talons into General Konnyr's back and beat his wings, forcing the treacherous Elf to his knees.

He was known for his calm and composed nature, in contrast to his more spirited twin sister. Alora Xahari King, with hair as dark as midnight streaked with white, and icy blue eyes, was equally charming. Her vivacious and joyful personality lit up the room, but she could be just as composed as she needed to be. Alarik, the birthday prince, wore a dashing ensemble that was primarily navy blue. His tunic was adorned with intricate patterns in varying shades of blue, and the fabric flowed elegantly, almost like water. A silver sash, studded with sapphire-like gems, cinched his waist. The most striking part of his outfit was the flowing cape that cascaded like a waterfall. It shimmered like moon

The strange energy swept out, instantly trapping the massive golden python into the pot. "Squawk..." With an ear-piercing squawk, a huge shadow loomed over the sky. A silver-crested wolf falcon, with an outstretched wingspan of 100 meters, swooped down from the clouds. Faint thunder and lightning accompanied its beating wings, and as its wings flapped, two purple plasmas hacked down on the heads of Ding Hao and Tianshu. "Haha, this chick can go with the stewed little snake. Great!"

without hearing anything further, he got hold of my wrist and started pulling me. “Falcon wait, hear me out” I was saying but he seems to have a mind of his own. “It’s not safe for the babies” he muttered and kept on walking until I was stopped by Ezekiel. “Where do you think you are taking my mate?” Ezekiel held my other hand. Now I was wedged between two hot blooded males. “She is not safe here” Falcon’s eyes flashed red. I have never seen him being defensive and protective. The hawks display red eyes when they want to mark their territory or want to be protective. In my case, it is protectiveness.

I called to him as I finally opened my eyes to look at the door He gently opened the door, walked in quietly and closed it back in the same fashion, he felt like a ninja and I knew he was cautious and feeling guilty for disobeying me Looking at him as he cautiously walked towards me with a charming smile on his handsome face, I could not help but feel nostalgic Falcon is a true alpha, or at least he would have made a very fine one, he was very compassionate, understanding and would go to the ends of the earth for those he loves but for some reasons he has not yet told me, he despises any position of authority, especially the alpha position.

"Tell them the Queen of the Peacock Clan, their Queen, requires the presence of their daughter… Clarisse." Clarisse Sairus — a name almost never spoken in court. Born to a minor branch of a virtually unknown offshoot of the Peacock nobility, her feathers were an anomaly: pure white, the color of new frost, without a hint of green or gold. Her eyes were pale pink, almost like pink sapphires, an albino... an occurrence in the kingdom so rare that whispers of her family meddling with lost sorcery or that she'd been cursed by the gods. In a court obsessed with brilliance, Clarisse was called plain at best, ugly at worst.