Romans & histoires White Bird

But it was the opposing wall that drew the awed gasp from my lips. Drawings of birds of all shapes and sizes covered the wallpaper, spreading bursts of coral and yellow, oranges, pinks and blues from floor to ceiling. Their wings were wide open in flight, tails spread out behind them. From the iridescent crown of the hummingbird, to the proud fiery plumage of the bird of paradise, to the vibrant rainbow hues of the macaw, the whole wall was a wonder and as I stared at it, all I could think was how did he know, how did he know .

Without looking back, her wings unfolded and left the gaping Merlin in awe. MERLIN’S SCALDING albino red eyes followed the winged being flying away from his direction. His fists clenched when he heard the drumbeats of the arena calling all the participants of the Tri-World Tournament. Drawing a deep sigh, he stared at the squirrel, sneaking a peek at him. Its skin was white, a peculiar color for its species. It was also an albino, seeing what its eyes were like. One could be mistaken for the squirrel for a rabbit. He reached for a nut inside his pocket and crouched down to place the nut in front of him. “Here you go.”

"I had a dream soon after the death of the White Stranger." He sat in front of Anarungu."It was a dream about the Red Bird and the Blue Lynx. About their friendship. The Lynx and the Bird were the most respected creatures in the land. The Lynx roamed the forests. The Bird, with its sharp red beak and wings, ruled the skies, singing songs.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

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.

"You fools! What are you all looking up there?!! I'm over here!!!"' Looking for the source of the voice, the group soon found out that an adorable fluffy white bird was standing in the middle of the cavern. It looks so pure and innocent, like a white lily. It's cute little head was tilted sideward looking at the same direction were the group was currently looking. It looks like a snowball from afar, and when it look back at the group they were mesmerized by how beautiful its eyes were. The adorable white creature has the most beautiful eyes that they could have ever see. It has the color of electric blue; the color of a newly bloomed bluebell from the valley,

Pawn Clara got confused. "Pecan Zorro yew," Bishop Eloise repeated the bird's name with a laugh. Pawn Clara went a little closer and started looking carefully at the bird. It was a white bird about 8 feet tall, with red eyes that looked like two red pearls on white clouds. It was very beautiful to look at. Her heart skipped a beat when it turned to her and flapped its wings. The feathers were as soft as down, and so shiny she could see her reflection in them.

The wind whipped Warren's hair around as the massive boat carried them onward toward a group of islands off the coast of Vancouver. White shoals crashed into the boat, a pod of killer whales put a show for the handful of people watching from the deck above. They oohed and ahhed as the black and white mammals played in the waves. “Are you Warren Vandal? I can barely tell you, humans, apart, you all look the same to me.” A female voice asked. “There’s no need to make that face, it’s just a question.”

“What kind of bird was she?” “I don’t know the difference in birds. A red one? Maybe a dove? Wait, those are white or gray. Red, red. Red is a cardinal, right?” He muses confused. Does not seem like that smart of a guy but hey, who am I to judge. Maybe everyone is like this, and I just haven’t realized with my very limited exposure in recent years.

The blue petals rustled again before a fluffy head popped up. Veronica leaned in closer eyeing the creature curiously before it squawked and bit her nose. She flinched back holding her as the creature skipped out of the bluebells. Veronica rubbed her nose glaring at the bird as he hopped excitedly as if it were mocking her. She got a good look at him. The cere was royal blue, so it was obviously a male bird, and given its size it couldn't be a parrot so it must be a parakeet. The only thing she couldn't figure out is why he was playing around the bushes. Furthermore, she was surprised the fauna in the area hadn't attacked him since birds with vibrant plumage tended to be attacked by other wi