Obsidian Wings

Coexistence is impossible

TW: mentioned: murder, hunting, death, injustice
Please let me know if I missed any

Phil shook out his wings as he sat on the ground, he was going to find out what new information was circulating the people, but to do that, he needed to fold down his wings.

Soon enough, he was stepping onto the dirt path, his wings folded into a thick black cape. Some who looked close enough could tell they were feathers, and congratulated him on such a successful hunt. Stating that they hadn't seen an avian in years.

It made him sick, he always wanted to snap that it was because they had killed them all. They were the first hybrids to go.

But he let them inspect his wings and ruffle his feathers, but pushed them away from investigating, quickly.

He followed the path to a nearby village, where people were milling about. Several tipped their hats to Phil, but most just walked past him.

He walked up to the bulletin board, and took a look at the new things. Jobs available, lost pets, new hunters.

Phil puzzled over the last one,

NEW HUNTER SHOCKS HUNDREDS

Up and coming hunter "Technoblade" fells hybrids with deadly accuracy, keeping villages safe.

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Phil pushed his hat lower and scowled. Walking away briskly, he kept a low profile, trying not to catch anyone's eye.

If anyone were looking close enough, they'd see his cape was a little too well kept, his claws a little too sharp, and his ears a little too pointy.

But people were shallow, and people were ignorant. They take the lies behind their backs, rather than take the truth that is infront of them.

No matter, it helped Phil walk into town without a problem. He has lived a long time. Much longer than average humans, even longer than most hybrids. Although, a lot of them were hunted as a sport, so that didn't mean much.

The avian flew up the mountain, his shadow warped by the rocky terrain below. He was met by a little bee who was trying to collect new flowers to decorate the area.

Phil shook his head with a smile at the younger's antics, before flying further up to his cave home.

He dropped his cloak at his front door, and grabbed a piece of wood, pounding it down to fit next to the other one, and binding it with twine. He repeated that time and time again until he had finished the footpath in front of his home.

Said path connected each house on the mountain, and in the valley. There weren't many, since there weren't many residents, but it was their home.

"Hey Phil!" Sneeg called, racing underfoot.the inching always seemed to be in a hurry even though there wasn't usually anything to hurry to.

"Pkil, will you show me how you fly again?" Tommy asked. The younger wasn't really an avian, Phil was the last one as far as he knew. His wings are where his arms should be, and he looks like a chicken according to most people.

Phil smiled, "Later mate."

Tommy groaned, but went off to go bother someone else, most likely Wilbur.

"Going out again Phil?" Scott asked, amusement painted across his features.

"Yep, gotta get some more tools, more food, and see if I can find other hybrids."

"Alrighty." Scott said lazily. He and Phil built this sanctuary for hybrids from the ground up, their first residents were Wilbur and Niki.

Phil would never tell anyone, but he secretly hoped to find as many hybrids as possible to lead against the people. There were hybrids who hated humans, like Ranboo, and Wilbur, there were hybrids who didn't care about humans, like Scott, and a lot of the residents, and there were hybrids who would love peaceful coexistence with humans, mostly the younger ones like Tubbo and Tommy.

The avian gathered his wings and took off, soaring high into the sky, over the clouds where only the peaks of the tallest mountains could be seen. Then he dipped down, his shadow trailing over the pebbles and rocks as he followed a stream down the mountain.

He had a certain destination in mind, a village that he enjoyed terrorizing very much.

Phil dropped into the tree cover, the taiga forest around the village was always used to his advantage. He spent the afternoon gathering seeds and uprooting saplings for the valley.

As dusk became night he took off again, the avian entered the village on silent wings, everything silent as he took things like metal, seeds, and animals. Just like all the other times, he always made sure to trash a few things, and slash through a few signs again.

It's the least they deserve for slaughtering the hybrids.

By dawn, when all the townsfolk stirred, the hybrid was long gone, back in the valley with flowers for an excited bee and more saplings for the forests.

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