It was the hard smack against the rock that actually shook reality into Jinijz. He had been flying so fast and so long his mind had gone fuzzy. All his energy was in the pound of his wings. Jinijz was a flyer. His whole life he was more comfortable in the sky, could fly endlessly. The fact that he had flown through several shifts of the outer moons should not tire him. It never had before. But then he was carrying more than he ever had before. And he was fleeing.
As he hit the wall of stone he squawked unintentionally. Quickly he pulled his thin black outer lips over the small beak that let the noise through. He folded his thin black membrane wings closed for a few seconds allowing his body to drop alongside the cliff he only now noticed. The heavy bag that hung from his talons swung a bit. He pushed away from the boulders. With a snap his bat like wings opened again and the quick decent stopped.
Jinijz glided. He took a deep breath of the air tasting the difference. It was only then he swiveled his head right and left and back again to look up to the dark sky above him. He saw the tear. It was that place between the skies he must have flown through. As the council predicted the thread between the worlds ripped.
With a deliberate pull of his talons he brought his bag to the dark purple feathers of his body. His flight was ending. He would land and check the bag. The place he had ended was not as important as his cargo. Slowing his flight and allowing his tired wings to quiver, Jinijz looked for a ledge or flat ground among the mountain peaks. To his eyes the descent went on and on. He was unsure if there was a place between the rock points. The flight and the battle that caused his departure was catching up to him. Jinijz had to stop.
Just as he realized his efforts had run their course he spotted a patch of green and yellow. With the tilt of his left wing he breezed to the different light. He hovered above the grass covered spot making sure he judge the edge strong enough and secure. Slowly, carefully, his talons touched ground.
He shifted the bag tenderly allowing it to settle to his side. With great effort he calmed his beating blood and his shallow breaths. For a few seconds thatís all he did, just breath. When he body accepted the rest he hopped to the bag and with his long thin talons he untied the bag.
Inside he carefully inspected each egg. With his beak he rolled the first one gently. It was the biggest and the lightest in color, an oblong shape with a white shell and very light blue lines all around it. Next he looked at the bright yellow perfectly round egg that was half its size. With a gentle nudge of his crown he separated it from the even smaller shinny black egg with a spot on the side that was almost flat. The two pink eggs rolled away from the other but Jinijzís quick claws brought them back.
Jinijz inspected each egg. There were no cracks, no marks, no drainage from any. Spreading them all inside his membrane wings tucked them close to his feather chest and rested.
Part two written by Fallenreaper
Muscles and sinew tensed, a slight wind ruffled yellow fur striped with thick lines running lengthwise across the body. Silted white pupils upon black eye balls took in a spectrum of red while set in hunting mode, a long eared meal just a pounce distance from her lithe, bony figure. Her thin stringy tongue flicked to taste the scent drenching the air, coarse sand paper pads studded with retractable claws as her head slowly bobbed side to side, surveying the prey below her perch. Nyr, a name self dubbed by the sound she made nightly, shrank into herself with four paws digging into the gnarled stone tree. Her hind legs spring loaded to fling herself at just the right moment.
HungerÖgame had been scarce of late as it was the Waning period in her world. The Kaze trees, towering giant mushrooms of vibrant reds and yellows with tuffs of fluffy stalks growing from their caps, had held their spore bounty to this world longer than ever before. Inside Nyr and every living creature was a sense of dread, an instinct that told of the world changing. Change meant only the strong survived.
The long eared animal, black empty eyes glinted for signs of predators as he sucked through a straw like tongue his lucky find: hovering moss colored spores hidden beneath a rock. Long black digger claws lifted it, his rabbit ears poised forward and back, twisting to strain any tiny sound to betray anotherís presence. Nothing, not an even a squeak. Eagerly and convinced of his safety, he sucked up the bobbing spores that dusted the air in front of him.
If Nyr had human lips, her smile would have sent a shiver down the animalís spine. It would be quick, painless as her body leapt into the ground unsheathing all five front claws right into the scrawny back. The creature was half her size, a rabbit to her bob cat sized body with blood pooled near the inflicted wounds. An ear piercing echoed and its large front claws swiped at her foreleg, a red line with searing pain caused her to release darting back a small distance between. Her two lungs bellowed out with a yowl of torture from the wound, blood swelled at tis edges with every movement, her four large dagger teeth shot out of black lips into a snarl from the small snout. Then the maw bottom cracked and widened tipped with bone hooks, no gum tissue at all. Just exposed bone that fixed into a flexible fleshy joint. A tail, long and ridged, shows off all the bone intentions beneath the skin like a whip shifting dust behind.
Fine green hairs lengthened and rattled from her sides, making her appear wider then she truly was and each strand was sensitive to touch telling her how close something came to her fragile form. Unlike most creatures upon this world, Nyrís body lacked the strength to up hold to physical punishment often killing her members of her species in a single well placed blow. A sound rippled though her small body. She was hungry and the animal, a Boro which was a stitched together animal of an anteater and rabbit with lightless eyes of black, was wounded ready to be put out of its miseryÖ