A weird scientist odd request for Tantei association, to locate a stuffed bird!?
An odd old Professor Shibuya with a mysterious background was one of their clients, he comes as he pleads Tantei Association to locate a stolen eagle of his. But when T...
In the shadows of dusk, the bald-headed eagle emerged, a haunting symbol of pride and power. Its massive wingspan obscured the fading light as it ascended on a rising current of warm air, a dark spectre defying gravity. The eagle seemed almost ethereal, suspended like a sinister omen over the desolate valley below.
Yet, there was no grace in its flight. The eagle's wings barely moved, an eerie stillness betraying its unnatural abilities. It was as if the very air itself feared to disturb this ominous creature as it soared to staggering heights, three kilometres above the earth, and raced with the demonic speed at fifty kilometres an hour.
The morning brought no solace to this malevolent bird. It took pleasure in riding the strong updrafts, content to let the currents carry it effortlessly. Seven thousand feathers trapped in the layers of rising warm air granted the eagle protection from the chill of the early morning, a dark blessing for a dark entity. Later, when the scorching sun climbed higher, those same feathers would shield it from the burning heat, adding to the enigma of its existence.
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The bald-headed eagle's colouring was striking but sinister. Its back and breast bore a blackish-brown, reminiscent of darkness that consumed all in its path. Yet, its head, neck, and tail were unnaturally white, like the pallid mask of death itself. Its feet and beak, a ghastly yellow, served as a warning sign of the malevolence lurking within.
With its vast wings unfurled, the eagle patrolled its home territory, a vast expanse of forty square kilometres, an empire of shadows ruled by fear and intimidation.
Nature designed it to rule the skies, but even the mightiest have weaknesses. Humanity's destruction had rendered it vulnerable, a consequence of its greed and arrogance.
Once, this land boasted half a million of these malevolent birds, but then came the settlers, bringing with them their ignorance and cruelty. Fishermen killed one hundred thousand bald eagles in Alaska alone, their misguided beliefs fueling their ruthless slaughter. To add to the tragedy, a sinister pesticide, a tool of mankind's own creation, infiltrated the eagle's world. It cracked the very foundation of life, thinning the eggshells and causing them to shatter during incubation, dooming the unborn.
Now, only seventy thousand remained, protected by mere laws that hardly matched the magnitude of their plight. Conservation efforts struggled to breathe life back into the darkness, but even with these desperate measures, the malevolent allure of the bald-headed eagle continued to draw in the hearts of greedy hunters.
As twilight descended upon the land, the sinister silhouette of the bald-headed eagle loomed large. Prideful, yes, but pride turned to arrogance, for it believed itself invincible. A harbinger of death, an embodiment of mankind's darkest shadows, this creature is about to become a chilling reminder that evil thrived in the hearts of both man and beast.
In the dying light of day, the sinister silhouette of the bald-headed eagle swooped down upon its prey. Its eyes, dark and sharp, saw far beyond human comprehension, spotting its target from great heights with deadly precision.
