Survival Of the Fittest (Hawkeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Coming Closer (Hawkeye)

An arrow whizzed through the air at lightning speed from an outlook in the far corner of the practice room. Fulvus sat beside him. He had only been with Clint for two days and every day after they had trained Clint has sent him back to his room with Albus. Fulvus wasn't sure why he wasn't allowed to do anything with Clint outside of training but he didn't have the guts to ask.

As another arrow sliced through the air and plummeted into the bullseye of the target Fulvus rose to his paws. He spread his wings and sucked in a breath. While Clint was honing his already excellent archery skills Fulvus had been practicing flying. He wasn't exactly an expect yet but he had gone out and almost learned to float. Now he could at least flap but he was still all over the place.

He leaped and began to flap his wings madly. He hovered a bit above the ground but he certainly wasn't doing the smoothest flight. "Try and turn your wings a bit, perhaps that will work."

Fulvus turned his wings and actually figured out that it worked. It still wasn't great but it was doable. He landed and he plastered his wings back against his head. He plucked the arrowed from the target easily. He then spread his wings and flapped them again. This time he was able to turn his wings first and he was able to make it over to Clint faster and smoother.

"I think that was a new record," congratulated Clint as he turned and allowed Fulvus to drop the arrows into Clint's quiver.

Fulvus smiled a bit. "I'm working on it. I didn't think that flying would be so difficult," he confessed as he puffed out his neck feathers.

Clint smiled before he stood and released an arrow from his bow. Fulvus ducked down, letting out a breath of shock. "Sorry, I'll warn you before I do that," chuckled Clint as he pushed Fulvus a bit.

Fulvus spread his wings. "I'm going to practice flying away from you so that you can practice your archery." With that he reared a bit on his hind legs and flew down over to a corner, shakily.

He grumbled as he landed as he shook his head madly. He wanted to desperately get better at his flying but he didn't have anyone to teach him. He was going to try at least but he couldn't make any promises.

As another arrow hit the target Fulvus spread his wings and began to flap them. He curled his feathers and made sure that his wings nearly touched. Once he was able to be a little bit more smooth when he wasn't moving. He sucked in a breath as he forced himself forward. He practiced for a few hours until he was finally able to fly like he had been taught.

He saw that Clint had stopped to eat so he flew over and landed at his feet. "Watch this," exclaimed Fulvus as he spread his wings and flew around. He managed to pick up speed and change direction madly.

Clint clapped a bit since he thought that that was what he was supposed to do. "Very good. It was a lot smoother than before."

Fulvus dipped his head before he caught a piece of crust from Clint's sandwich and swallowed it whole. He licked his beak before he turned and motioned for Clint.

Clint raised an eyebrow. "What do you think that you're doing?"

Fulvus turned his head. "I want you to get on so that you can practice while moving," answered Fulvus as his eyes glowed in pleasure at his idea.

Clint shook his head madly as he waved his hands. "I don't think so. I'm perfectly fine not riding a griffin," he assured Fulvus profusely.

Fulvus lashed his tail. He was now the size of about a Golden Retriever. He would still get a lot bigger but he could hold Clint. "You have to trust me."

Clint bit his lip but he reluctantly grabbed his bow and strode over to Fulvus. He sat on his back and gasped a bit as Fulvus lifted off the ground. He hovered a few feet off the ground and Clint drew back his arrow to his cheek before he let it go. It hit the target in the middle, as always, and Fulvus let out a yelp of glee.