Scattered Feathers

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Phil)

Phil was waiting for Techno at the bottom of the stairs already holding the Blood Jar with a smile on his face. Techno grunted and frowned at the sight and Phil couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him at the sight. None of his boys like the jars, especially Techno. "Come on. The usual toll, please." He prompted, shaking the empty jar at Techno, who huffed out almost annoyed, but drop a few coins in the jar. "Thanks, mate." He said, please. Going to go place the jar on the fireplace.

"So, that went well." Techno commented, after a second of looking at the jar then going to the kitchen.

"Better than what I expected. I give him a whole day and maybe half a night." Phil sighed, think about Quackity's whole behavior up back in the nest. "He didn't even respond back, Tech."

"Well, he's not going to chirp back like Tommy. Tommy's flock. He is not." Techno answered from the kitchen, coming back with an ice-pack.

"Mate, he doesn't make any of the sounds." Phil said, sitting on the couch with Techno and stretching out his injured wing with a slight wince. Letting the wing lay in Techno's lap. Techno hummed in response, placing the ice-pack on the wing. "It goes against behavior." Phil continued.

"You got him to let you work a feather out. That progress isn't it?" Techno asked.

Phil rubbed at his eyes but nodded. "I guess so." He said. Phil couldn't get the image of Quackity out of his head. Quackity wasn't the type of person to be scared. He had battled against Techno on several occasions, it was only when word got around about his wings did Quackity seemed to change, and then disappear. Phil was starting to wonder if someone had done something to Quackity as a child to make him act such a way, it couldn't be just a side effect of participating in battles at a young age.

It was taking a lot of learned self control to not give into instincts and go up there shower Quackity with some much needed attention that obviously his parents hadn't done. Maybe somehow undo the damage that had been done. Even the damage done from the battles and feuds that had occurred in such a short amount of time.

"Phil, you keep brooding like that your going to start looking your age, old man." Techno said, starting to rub the top wing muscle, pulling a nice hum from Phil.

"Can't help it, mate. This is something that I just can't look away from this." Phil said, as they both settled into a comfortable silence.

There was a light tapping at the door interrupting the calm that had settled in the room. Techno grunted as he got up and opened the door. Revealing a small flock of crows, that flew into the room and over to Phil.

"Phil!" Techno practically shouted in alarm trying to shut the door, to prevent the rest from trying to get into the house without hurting the birds.

Phil couldn't stop the mirthful smile on his face if he wanted to. The crows were always up to mischief or something chaotic. They were all talking at once trying to get his attention. A few knocking into each other trying to be front and center. "One at a time, chat. I can't tell what your saying." He chuckled, unable to hold it in when one of the crows fell from the arm of the couch as it seemed to jump around in excitement, barely catching itself with its wings.

"Phil, get them out." Techno begged.

"Aww, why, their not hurting anything." Phil defended. Watching as a few flew up the stairs and in the kitchen.

"They like to plunder and steal my stuff. They're not crows. Their damn pirates." Techno said, following the ones that went into the kitchen where there were sounds banging around signaling that the small number that went in there were searching for food. "Put down the bread!" Techno ordered over the sounds of chaos.