Tuesday, February 23, 2010

A Life Unhatched

In its mountaintop nest and still inside its shell, the last thought that goes through the infant Roc’s undeveloped mind is:
‘I’m lonely and so very cold…’.
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3 comments:

Joebroesel said...

Always wanted a roc as a pet. Shouldn't be too difficult to go there and imprint it on Eolar :) I can airwalk and wind walk after all, so it should be easy to convince a bird that Eolar is it's father. Despite the obvious lack of big wings.......in case of doubt I flap my hands!

February 23, 2010 at 1:28 PM
Hedzor said...

The egg's too big and you're too late.

I was surprised by the Party's bloodthirsty nature.
In both Roc encounters, the giant birds tried to flee only to be cut down by spells and arrows.
Thus leaving the poor egg to cool and the chick to die.
You heartless brutes!
:(

February 23, 2010 at 1:43 PM
RoboGeek said...

But it didn't have a name yet. Probably.

February 23, 2010 at 1:47 PM

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