Ari Bird の小説・ストーリー

Carthae looked at Rabi who is smiling towards him, “Nice to meet you again, Rabi.” Rabi bowed and greeted the carthae like an old friend. “These humans here have something to ask you.” “And what would that be?” asked the bird. “About our friend.” Replied Alex. The bird listened eagerly. “We’re asking if he was still alive.” Alex added. The bird nodded and moved backwards, opened its wings where it expanded so greatly it almost covered all of them. Its wings flapped and it soar above them where it was divided again into an almost-transparent figures.

His long whistle lasted a full five seconds, and it was only after it was over that Orange Ivy took her hands off her ears. Ten seconds later, a happy chirp greeted the duo, and a beautiful red bird arrived in front of them with speed so great that none of them would have been able to react if it was an attack. The bird flew around them happily, before it settled on Vital Orange’s arm. Vital Orange playfully flicked the beak of the bird a few times, much to its amusement; Orange Ivy stroked its feathers gently, an action that had it chirping in comfort. “I want you to do something for me Turbo,” Vital Orange said to the small bird, and it curiously cocked its head to the side as if to say, “

A bird's shriek, full of savage, murderous malice, tore through the sky. In the sea of fire, a strange bird the size of a pheasant soared up the sky looming with dark clouds. The bird looked like a Red-crowned Crane, but had only one leg. Its body was blue with red speckles, its beak white and its crest flaming crimson like blood.

“Arabella, look at this.” I say enthusiastically, as I point out the window to a majestic hawk that is perched on a limb. It is just a few feet from our window and staring at me with eyes of a true predator. The wings are sand colored and the breast a bright white. Surely, it must be a younger one, because the older versions colors is usually much darker. While thinking about how we will have our pups in just a few short months, I find myself smiling in spite of myself. Arabella catches me and asks, “May I ask what you are smiling about over there?”

Fvck ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aira’s POV I shape shifted into a Jay Bird and perched on the tree near Chester’s favourite hiding place which was by the lake just at the end of the pack’s borders.

It's a parrot type bird, and it was kidnapped by someone who is not responsible. “I'm Aria, take it easy. Let's look for plums together” she said “Oh dear, you are very sweet, but I don't want to trouble a pregnant woman. Can your friend help me?" Aria turned her head “It's okay, Audrey is busy making muffins. I will help you…" “Anne, that's the name my mother gave me! Alright Aria, I'll hold your hand so you don't trip. Aria smiled, she felt touched. Even though Anne also had difficulty walking with her cane "Anne, I better hold your hand, okay!"

“What kind of bird is that?” “It’s a northern cardinal. Her name is Tiara.” “The Alpha owns it?” He shook his head. “She comes sometimes to stay, but she often disappears. Do you want to meet her?” I nodded. “Follow me,” Zane said, walking away from the window. I trailed behind him. We walked outside towards the trees where the birds had gathered. He whistled, and all the birds rushed towards the tree we were standing under. “You speak bird language?” He laughed, making me laugh too. “It’s a question,” I said, my cheeks flushing again in embarrassment.

She misses the noise, they confided about me. I found the bird by the weeping statue. It was a common sparrow, or it had been. Now it sat on a crystallized branch, its beak open, but instead of a chirp, it poured out a perfect, heartbreaking symphony. A composition of pure regret, each note the sound of a specific, lost chance. It was beautiful. It was a violation. A small life, rewritten into art without its consent. Arthur finds it fascinating. He stands for hours, listening to the bird, his head cocked, a scientist’s curiosity on his face. “The harmonic structure is impossible,” he murmurs. “He’s not just altering its song. He’s rewriting its soul’s frequency.”

A small insignia of a cub inside the egg appeared on my chest—I thought it was a male based on its form. The elder healer also helped me take care of the egg since I had a lot of responsibilities as the alpha of the tribe. I diligently visited the egg every dawn to incubate him and named him Ari, the lion of God. The elder healer took over once the sun rose and kept the egg warm by keeping the incubation room warm.

“That is the reason you were marked before you were even born.” Aria’s voice dropped low. “Say it.” He did not hesitate this time. “Phoenix.” The word settled between them with heavy weight. It felt ancient and final. Aria shook her head once. “No.” “It is not a myth,” he said. “It is simply rare enough that most people have forgotten it exists.” “That does not make it mine.” He did not argue with her. Instead, he lifted his hand. The world around them shifted again. This time it was not a memory. It was a reflection.