Birds of Prey
Two beings inhabit The Dome.
They are Barciro and The Wikler.
The final days of the cycle are bitter and cold. More hawks come and go through The Sticks; not a single one of them is felled, despite uproarious protests both sent and received through the channel. Many gulls give in to starvation and provide a hearty meal for that beastly thing which ever lurks below the surface.
The turkey vulture flock, headed by The Vultress without fear in her flap, deserts The Sticks and leaves the petrified jungle to Hilaetos and the pair eagles. Some gulls flee for the Southern Expanse on the tail feathers of the vulture flock, but the captain of the dayguard ensures some numbers remain behind. The nightguard enters a deep hibernation, and The Early Birds keep far, far away from the Northern Leg.
Autumn gives way to winter. The first days of the seventh cycle are deceptively mild as a rogue warm front blows through the mountains, but still the food supply grows thinner with each rise and fall of the great shine. The osprey makes himself scarce during most days and the pair eagles keep to the forests east of The Basin, near the grassy shore where giants lay on blankets to bathe in the rays of the great shine during the summer season. The game is not plentiful but the eagles eat well enough, though they’re sure they won’t be participating in The Hatching come springtime. If they make it to springtime, that is.
One day, the pair eagles are drawn back to The Sticks from the forests around The Basin by the shrill sound of a pained croon, a sound which could only be made by one certain bird.
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