Confused Owl の小説・ストーリー

Ortiz faced the owl again, lifted it gently, and whispered in that ancient tongue only the royal house still knew-low, clipped, urgent syllables meant only for the creature's ears: "Fly to Haspan. Spy. Hear. Return fast." The owl's eyes flashed silver. Then- FWSSHHH- it shot out the window like a streak of lightning, gone before anyone could blink. Silence fell. Ortiz turned toward Lisa. "Try again. Look far." Lisa swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, pressing her palms together, breathing as though steadying herself against a storm. Everyone waited. Seconds stretched. Then her eyebrows twitched... her lips parted...

Lirien murmurs, eyes distant, “he did.” The word did sits heavy in my chest. Before anyone can say more— A shadow sweeps across the table. Wind rushes through the hall, sharp and sudden, extinguishing several candles at once. Plates rattle. Someone curses. Then something lands on the table between the fruit bowl and Ezra’s coffee. An owl. It’s massive. Bigger than it should be, feathers ink-black and silver, eyes glowing faintly gold. It stares at us, unblinking. Every muscle in my body locks.

Casper said, sitting up straight and looking around like a meerkat. “It’s a male Tawny Owl” I replied. “You know how as children we are always taught that owls go ‘twit-twoo’? Well technically that’s not true. The twit-twoo is made by two owls. The male calls out to the female with the ‘twit’ and she responds with the ‘twoo’. So what you just heard there is a male Tawny Owl looking for it’s mate.” Casper laughed but without humour. “Well, I hope he does better than me.”

Then, I point a finger at the nest up in the tree and hiss again, “forest chicken.” The moron looks at me in what looks like a mix of amazement and disbelief. “I can’t believe that you just called an owl a chicken. Let’s skip the part of those owls being night predators and focus on the chicken part. I can’t believe you. Are you in your right mind?” I shrug. “They look the same as chickens but live in the forest so it makes sense. No idea why I must explain my logic to you, but whatever, really.”

Jun'er gasped. Human-tongue Owl is a very rare species of flying spirit beast because it can learn any form of speech. But it is also extremely hard to find and it barely exposes itself to any other animal. After all, this owl could even sustain on rocks and dirt! Every single aspect of this beast made it rare. "*Hoot* Don't worry, Feng Long is alive." The owl hooted sharply and its voice rose, revealing human speech. The group didn't need to think for a moment who was behind all this.

She said to Kim, "If you want to escape, the only way is to take advantage of the weakness Mr.Owl. He has a dark phobia. If you can successfully cheat him into a closed and completely black place, once his disease breaks out, it's hard for him to protect himself, let alone spare energy to catch you."

She called out into the trees. Ruffling of feathers answered her from somewhere above. Aria craned her neck to look up. The only being was a large, brown, spotted owl staring at her with round golden eyes. It spread its broad wings and floated down to a lower branch. “Why?” The owl asked again. “What?” Aria asked, confused. He wasn’t referring to the rabbit, was he? “Kill.” The owl turned his head upside down and blinked. “I hunger.” She said slowly, then wondered how the bird could understand her… and she him? Never before had she talked with another creature using voices. Except Morgan, of course. And she still hadn’t figured that one out.

Recently it was the watcher, the unseen eyes watching me at home every night and making my sleep fitful, and way before that it was a series of other things which I alone could see or hear; the mighty oak tree which had a door leading to God knows where, the goats with human heads, the whispering mosquitoes whose voices I heard clearly, and many other stranger things, chief of which was the owls—death angels, I called them. And this trouble started with the owls. It was six days back, on a Friday morning. I was thinking of the owls—pitch black owls, the color of a moonless, starless night, their bodies sleek and shining like it had been carefully oiled with gel, and their eyes also a dark sh

So even if you are a day to twenty one, unfortunately you can't go find your one in the fear of a bad omen to your family. No one alive right now has witnessed it but there are stories about that one time. It is one incident but with several versions. In one they say, ' It was an owl. It perched on the biggest tree in the kingdom near the market. Only the one who attended the festival at twenty two heard and saw the owl. The owl cried for days on end. All the way from his house he heard it and he never slept until he killed it. Then he killed his wife and child. Beat up his mother and burnt down his house. He then vanished forever. "

Well, she's the one holding the most number of bread they have stolen. It was winter and the freezing wind brushed her skin made her hug herself. Hearing the noise of cats and crows in the junkyard of their hideout, gave her goosebumps. She successfully lost the vendor that was chasing them. She looked at the crow at the top of a trash bin, and she felt this bird was staring at her intently. The crow was tilting its head while looking at her. Mizu knew what this bird wanted. She tore a little bit of the bread and gave it to the crow, but just after the crow gulped the piece of bread, she heard footsteps. So she hid immediately and the crow flew away. "Mizu! Mizu!" As she found out that it wa