Bird Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

Its golden feathers were shining in a vibrant shade of gold, but talons seemed to be made of scales of ashes. ‘Carol?’ I thought, but my voice echoed in the empty space. I reached out my hand towards it. It’s Carol. I can recognize my baby birdy in a blink. Carol softly flapped its majestic wings and snuggled its head against my palm. ‘Oh Carol, you look so godly… my baby birdy…’ Carol bore its sharp red eyes into me and bit my finger. ‘Ah!’ Confirmed. It is my baby birdy. But when did it grow so much?

Lucy… I smelled her too. It was at that point I stared at a bird and realized I could make out every specific, distinct feather on it as it flew. The wind vibrated the feathers a little, and there was a beautiful iridescent to its ebon coloring as it flew in the sun. It was a corvid, I realized. I could even see the bumps around its eyes before it flew out of my range. The issue was, the bird was at least two hundred feet above me. Having a vision like that was impossible for me.

The new chick that is the size of the Philippine eagle is beyond your imagination. I don't know what color this bird is or what kind of bird is in front of us now, but I only know one thing. We are dealing with no normal bird today. The color of the beak of the said creature is blue like its eyes. It has no feathers because it is a new hatch.

In this enchanted garden, I must have finally entered the realm of the Legendary Moonbird. A flock of peacocks stood before me. Their slender necks were crowned by crests of feathers, and their fan-like tails displayed a brilliant array of sapphire blues and emerald greens. But how could I discern the Moonbird among them? Which one was it? Then I spotted it. Nestled among the flock were two peacocks as white as snow, their eyes blue like the heavens. What truly set them apart was the pattern of the Nazar Boncuğu woven into their feathers.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition. With each note that filled the air, the birds seemed to dance, their wings fluttering in rhythm as they soared and glided through the sky. Their feathers, a kaleidoscope of colors, created a stunning display against the backdrop of the azure heavens. The iridescent blues of blue jays, the fiery oranges of orioles, and the vibrant yellows of canaries intertwined, forming a living tapestry of vibrant hues.

A shrill, high-pitched chatter among the ramblings and insults of my birds. Jangling the bangles on my right arm I send out a gentle vibration across the ground and towards them, my eyes remaining tight shut as I visualise among them the single bird which dares to encroach upon my brood without invitation. Cutting through black feathers, raven claws, leaves, and beaks, my mind's eye comes to rest on a surprising sight. A white as snow raven with blood red eyes and a beak the colour of ivory, standing proud in the centre of my flying hierarchy; the little bold ingrate.

Then I’ll live the big boss life without needing to care about anything. Come to think about it, what did someone do to be born as a cat? I mean, I do believe in reincarnation, where you will be born as a new species after your death, either as human, animals, or table maybe? “Stop knitting your brow before it becomes one.” I blinked as the voice who cut my daydreams. It’s Rosie’s bartender friend. Shit, what was his name again? Jody? Jonathan? I swear it starts with ‘jo’ something.