When the wind blew, the orange and yellow leaves flew with it. And when they landed, they made a rustling sound, the drum beats of August. But this drum beat was broken, as a new drum beat echoed throughout the golden forest. The nearby Frotchah tribe was dancing and celebrating the birth- a special birth.

And so were the other Frotchah tribes. They danced and celebrated, the drum beats beating though the forest.

And, in a castle, a beautiful castle where the King and Queen lived, the special birth was happening. King Malik looked out the window. He could still hear the drum beats and dancing and celebration. Then he looked around, at all the stained glass. And soon, two little ones will be walking around this castle, looking at all this beautiful glass.

Malik looked up, where a big stained glass window looked down. It showed a purple dragon and a Frotchah, but instead of fighting they were peaceful, and sat down together.

Malik came into the room where Queen Malika lied. She smiled, and pawed at two necklaces. Since they knew she would have twins, they made two necklances so they knew who was who until they were old enough to talk.

Malika lifted up her bushy tail to reveal two squealing female newborn fawns. Malik and Malika smiled, as they squealed playfully.

Malika looked at the two necklaces. One had a bead, the other a feather. She picked up the one with the bead and placed it around one of the fawn's head. "You are Jamirah, little girl." Jamirah squealed loudly as if she approved of the name. Malika took the one with the feather and put it around the other fawn's head. "And you are Lillian, young girl." Lillian didn't say anything, only sat around ignoring her sister.

"Can't you believe that one day, one of these little fawns will be the Queen of Frotaynar?" Malika looked up to Malik and smiled. He smiled back and nodded.

This blog is a collection of short stories about my vulture character Turk, based on In Forest events as well as his experiences before entering The Forest. Stories are posted oldest to newest, for new stories please scroll to the bottom of the blog.

WIP

There was supposed to be the song. That wonderful song they always sang. The high but wonderful notes in the sky, as they flew in the azure ceiling of the world. The azure blue always went beautifully with their bright red feathers.

But the song was not there this time. Only the eerie wind. He peeked out, looking for them.

Little did he know, him and his siblings were separated from their parents, forever.

He looked out at the beyond, the beyond he never saw or touched with his talons. He slowly climbed to the edge of the nest. The eerie wind blew though his unfledged body, giving him chills. Then... chirping. Where was it? Were they back? He turned around, but the song faded away, and they were not back. He slowly turned away and out of the beautiful forest that lay in front of him.

The song came back. He whipped his head back to see his siblings watch him fall, falling to the ground. He screeched, flapping his wings, but he fell, not flew. He landed, sending dust everywhere.

He was... alive. He was hurt from the fall, but he was alive. How did this happen? He was not supposed to fly until his feathers grew. But he fell. Not on accident or purpose.

Now, not only was he separated from his parents, he was now separated from his family.

He heard rattling. Why? Why instead of a song, he heard eerie wind and rattling? And now he heard a snarl, and teeth. Then another snarl, mixed with the sound of blood spilling. Pain. Blood. A hurt screech. Then the yelling. He closed his eyes. Would he die here? Would he never get to fly, to feel the wind blow though his feathers?

He opened. He saw no more teeth, he saw a creature, who looked down at his body. Blood, gushing out of his side. He whipped his head to look. He saw his unfledged body covered in blood, and his wing covered in blood, dangling from his body. He screeched in pain as the creature picked him up.

His wing, separated. Everything was separated.

Hours later, he awoke.