Where None Can Hear You Scream
"Scream all ya want," he snarled, his bloodshot eyes bulging with anger. "It's normal out here with me."
"Ya do de same," Shanku turned with arched wings and claws. It was finally time for a serious fight and not a skirmish.
Shanku charged with a growl and leapt at Preston. His dagger nicked her ribs and plunged between her feathers. She snarled as another tried to pull her off of Preston. She allowed herself to be dragged a bit back. She let the animal inside take over and she crossed her arms over chest, dug her claws into her attacker's hands, and threw him over her head onto Preston before either had proper chance to get on their feet.
"I always thought you'd be one of the first to fight at the end, Tipton," Shanku hissed as they righted themselves. She jerked her head to the sound of a snapping twig. Three more advanced from the trees.
"Preston, Mulloch, Wellings, Tipton, and sleazy little Quinn. Inseparable to the bitter end," Shanku growled. "Come and die."
Notes & Commentary
November 22, 2012, Thursday
Where None Can Hear You Scream
Hey! Dude, that's not an easy spot to preen! That's gotta hurt. Yup. Gonna get messy.
One thing I had to think about a while was how Kurach tended their feathers. Birds use their beaks to zip the barbules together and have a gland just above their tail to help maintain their feathers. However tedious, Kurach use their claws to lock their barbs together. Their preen gland? They have two. One below each set of those feathers that stick out of their shoulders.
Those strange tipi things in the third panel are pine trees. Wasn't my best day in showing pines in the canopy.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Preston - Ryoichi -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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