Birds eye view

The hot arid desert shone like gold in the burning afternoon. The heavily chromed, metallic vultures swooped down on the bubbling tarmac for a spontaneous conference. Their claws stuck to the tar like spoons in hot caramel. Although they despised each other, they were similar. So any hint amongst themselves for a meeting would be taken seriously. And they would gather once in a while.
"Think this party will last longer?" asked Sukuzi, hoping for approval and an aye from his LED-blinking-eyed buddies. "It's just a matter of time, and the last tree will be gone. Then it's for us to take a call on what stays and not." said Donha optimistically, and happy with his recent offering in the desert-named after a musical muse for the humans. Fita did not respond. He sulked and always looked miserable. Dhunyai, the side kick and survivor from the last onslaught from Sukuzi, straightened his neck out to spot something afar. He flapped his wings in glee as another tree vaporised in the horizon. "It's a dead give away," he cackled, "how humans love us and watch us eat them from the inside. Pity MG is not around to see this. After decades of squabbling with Earth lovers, he's given in. Now the party is all ours, I figure."
"But we need to keep it down, least they wake up." They looked upward to see where that came from. It was Yotoya, the largest of the birds, as he thundered in from the sky. His incredibly large feet burrowed into the melting road till its gigantic talons sunk into the black goo as he weighed in to relax. Towering over the others, his shadow intimidated the other wannabees. "Release a hybrid now and then, till the earth's liquid lasts. Then we'll go all electric." He preached as though to benefit the rest, only to hatch his own plans behind his diabolical beak. "But be wary of a local bird about to lay a nestful."
"What local pigeon encroaches upon our wingspan here?" Asked Dorf, another big, arrogant and aging vulture. He hated Yotoya, but kept his tone down in his presence. Yotoya spoke. "It may not be a big threat now, but it is getting some serious attention. And you know how precious attention is, right?" He turned to Fita with that, wanting to taunt him more with subtle undertones. Fita hated that look. "This is a growing playground. It's big, and the humans do not seem to fight us with norms for Earth's sake. Everything goes. Keep the gold dust ready. They sell out easily."

Donha and Sukuzi hopped about unfazed by the conversation. They had their own schemes to hatch. Dhunyai scanned the ground for bits to nibble. Dorf and Yotoya faced opposite directions. Secretly, they all wondered about Taat, the local, and what its new feathers would look like.

Birds eye view

The hot arid desert shone like gold in the burning afternoon. The heavily chromed, metallic vultures swooped down on the bubbling tarmac for a spontaneous conference. Their claws stuck to the tar like spoons in hot caramel. Although they despised each other, they were similar. So any hint amongst themselves for a meeting would be taken seriously. And they would gather once in a while.
"Think this party will last longer?" asked Sukuzi, hoping for approval and an aye from his LED-blinking-eyed buddies. "It's just a matter of time, and the last tree will be gone. Then it's for us to take a call on what stays and not." said Donha optimistically, and happy with his recent offering in the desert-named after a musical muse for the humans. Fita did not respond. He sulked and always looked miserable. Dhunyai, the side kick and survivor from the last onslaught from Sukuzi, straightened his neck out to spot something afar. He flapped his wings in glee as another tree vaporised in the horizon. "It's a dead give away," he cackled, "how humans love us and watch us eat them from the inside. Pity MG is not around to see this. After decades of squabbling with Earth lovers, he's given in. Now the party is all ours, I figure."
"But we need to keep it down, least they wake up." They looked upward to see where that came from. It was Yotoya, the largest of the birds, as he thundered in from the sky. His incredibly large feet burrowed into the melting road till its gigantic talons sunk into the black goo as he weighed in to relax. Towering over the others, his shadow intimidated the other wannabees. "Release a hybrid now and then, till the earth's liquid lasts. Then we'll go all electric." He preached as though to benefit the rest, only to hatch his own plans behind his diabolical beak. "But be wary of a local bird about to lay a nestful."
"What local pigeon encroaches upon our wingspan here?" Asked Dorf, another big, arrogant and aging vulture. He hated Yotoya, but kept his tone down in his presence. Yotoya spoke. "It may not be a big threat now, but it is getting some serious attention. And you know how precious attention is, right?" He turned to Fita with that, wanting to taunt him more with subtle undertones. Fita hated that look. "This is a growing playground. It's big, and the humans do not seem to fight us with norms for Earth's sake. Everything goes. Keep the gold dust ready. They sell out easily."

Donha and Sukuzi hopped about unfazed by the conversation. They had their own schemes to hatch. Dhunyai scanned the ground for bits to nibble. Dorf and Yotoya faced opposite directions. Secretly, they all wondered about Taat, the local, and what its new feathers would look like.

Zoey Thea Kariyal

A new addition in our family!

Zoey Thea Kariyal

A new addition in our family!