The Owl Realms (Discontinued)

Chapter 22- The Entrancing

 Akeela's P.O.V

The chocolate colored owl freezes in place. His blue eyes search mine as the whispering completely stops. He’s wearing massive battle claws on his talons, slender and sharp. A glittering metal mask rests upon his head, shrouding the rest of his face in shadow. He’s slightly taller than I am, and by the looks of him, slightly older as well. Those icy eyes.... so lovely. I pause for a moment as we just stand like that, peering at each other as if.... wait, WHAT?!

    I snap out of my trance and let out a shriek as I lunge forward, knocking him off balance and sending him careening into the dirt below him. I ricochet and lock my talons into the earth as I watch the dark owl scramble to his feet. “What the-” he begins, but his remark is cut off as I leap forward and swipe at him with my talons. He dodges the attack and side-steps, causing me to crash into the bushes with a loud angry protest. I attempt to wriggle free, but my wing catches in a patch of thistles.

    “Now now, calm down she-owl.” he croons as he strides up to me. I whirl around and manage a swipe in his direction. He gasps and jumps back, dodging another of my failed attacks. “Who are you??!!” I snarl under a clenched beak, “What are you doing here??!!” The chocolate owl simply chuckles and observes my caught wing.. as if it’s funny. I growl and attempt to swipe at him again, but he lithely moves along with me and grasps my leg with his battle claws. 

    I glare at him, pure anger in my eyes, as I spit out, “Let. Me. Go.” The older owl chuckles again and tightens his hold on my leg. “Hmm, lets see,” he rasps in a deep voice, “let you go now while you in-act meaningless attempts to kill me? I don’t think so.” 

    I shriek again and strain against his hold. “You didn’t answer my question!” I shout, making sure to put venom in my voice, “WHO ARE YOU?!” The owl rolls his blue orbs as he releases my leg and steps back. “I may ask the same for you, Wind Rusher.” he grumbles in annoyance. 

    I clench my beak even tighter as more thistles dig into my wing. “You pathetic little-” I manage as I tug away from the bush to no avail. The masked owl takes a step forward, much to my dislike, as he examines my wing. “You’re pretty caught in there, huh?” he laughs loudly. I spit at him, and my saliva lands at his feet with a tiny splatter. “No kidding, you pile of molt!” I growl.

    “Stars, you’re a feisty one..” he mumbles before reaching up to my wing and slashing at the bracken with his battle claws. I gasp and tumble to the ground numbly, landing in my own spit in the process. “There, see?” he crows, “I released you. Now, we-” he’s cut off once more as I scramble up and smash into his stomach with my head. He tumbles backwards and hits the ground with a loud 'thud’. I shriek again and land on him, stepping on both of his wings and pinning him to the ground. 

    “I may not have much training,” I snarl down at him, “but I can sure finish you off in a hurry.” The older owl squirms below me, his mask clanking around loosely on his head. “I released your wing from a bracken, and THIS is how you repay me??” he scoffs in disbelief, “Pfft... she-owls.”

    I roll my eyes and stomp on his wing, wrenching a pained gasp from his throat. “Now, answer my question, owl!” I demand, “Who are you, and where do you come from?!” 

    The dark owl goes limp and groans beneath me, clearly giving up his 'tough guy’ act. “Fine..” he grumbles slowly. “The name’s Blaine.”