Plucking Feathers - A Scarian fic - DISCONTINUED.

Run.

Tw: blood, weapons

Grian glid to the forest floor and sank down against the trunk of a spruce tree, collapsing in fear and exhaustion. He'd been flying for a while. He finished sobbing and wiped away the tears streaming down his pale cheeks. He still had the picture of the small dagger protruding from Taurtis' abdomen, the blood seeping down to the floor burnished in his mind's eye. The maniacal giggles of Sam in his crimson-stained rabbit suit would haunt him for a long time. The only thing keeping him going was the small possibility of vengeance. Taurtis may not have made it, but Grian would. He had to. Once he was ready, he would find Sam. And all hell would reign. This was not the end - this was just the beginning.

Grian slowly tired, resorting to stumbling through the forest after simply being too drained to flap his wings. He soon reached an impressive settlement, with towers, castles and a... giant snail? He was too tired to question the theme of the build, barely staying conscious. He took a few more steps before everything went black.

The winged man stirred. His eyes reluctantly fluttered, momentarily forgetting the horrors he had faced. The relief was short-lasted, with everything flooding back to him. He sat up, instantly regretting it as a pounding headache began to surface. As his eyes began to clear, he saw that he was clearly in someone's bedroom. On the wall was a picture of a tall man with a large scar across one of his brown eyes. At that moment, the man from the picture crept into the room, hearing the shuffling noises from downstairs. He saw the avian looking distressed, and grew to worry. He slowly approached, murmuring soothingly.

"Hey," the man cooed, "It's okay. You were out cold last night... wanna tell me what happened?". Grian was suspicious. Instead, he avoided the topic by interjecting with a question of his own.

"Where am I?" he asked with scorn. The other man looked at him, puzzled.

"You don't know what this place is?"

"...No...?"

The tall man sighed.

"Never mind. I'm Scar. Mind telling me who you are?"

The avian went to reply, before hesitating. Was this wise? He suppressed his apprehension and replied.

"... I'm Grian".