Dimitrio's POV
I pick at the end of Sylt's bag.
Damn, I hate this form. Why the Hell did I even get turned into some bird?
I shift on my feet, bored out of my mind.
I stop for a moment.
Energy. I need energy.
I go through all the info on my head, finally reaching something useful.
I pick at the zipper above my head, pushing it from its half open spot.
Finally, I can fly out of the bag.
I spot an open window and zoom out.
The fresh wind felt good, running itself under my feathers.
I spot Sylt on a field below, his dark hair a blur as he runs.
I pass over a park where humans are playing and running and laughing.
Energy.
I can feel its buzz, even from here. The air hums with their energy.
I swoop down, landing swiftly on the top of a woman's head.
She shrieks then giggles. Her male friend, standing near her laughs.
I dig a claw into her skull.
She shrieks and blood pools in her hair.
Power surges through my foot.
I grin and fly to another person. I pick at their hair.
I scratch another human.
Their high-pitched whines fill me up, storing away its energy.
I grin and waves of painful power wash over me.
My whole body gets darker, reaching a different level of black than before.
My wings swell, their feathers growing.
My claws grow, my beak growing sharper.
I grin and fly quickly back to the school building and back into Sylt's bag.
I smile softly to myself.
At this rate, I'll be back to my normal form in no time.
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Fallen (editing)
FantasyFather was lounging in his chair, his legs up against the armrest. He smirked at me as I come in. "Did you like my present?" I glower. "Oh yes. Very thoughtful of you. Sending an assassin to kill your son." Father laughs. "You should've been more ca...
