water and fire

sympathy

So. What is a fire bird? Well, they don't look as much like birds as you wold first think. They are actually humanoid with one very important change. Eatch one sports a pare of magestic Wings and long tail feathers. Their name 'fire bird' comes  from their ability to produce and control fire, though that shouldn't be to much of a surprise.

Keith was pertched on a rocky outlook, staring down at an alcove. It was a nice place to come when he felt lonely or bourd and their was always fish to catch in the shallow pools. The boy saw some movement just of the center of the pool and, thinking it was a fish about to leap from the water, pulled his legs up from where they were hanging below him so he could crouch. His flaming red Wings reagusting themselves behind him, ready to open out at a moments notice and swoop down.

This entire plan died immediately as keath witnessed the creture who actually surficed. A merman. A darker skinned merman with scales the strongest blue keath had ever seen that glittered in the dusky light. He blinked. And blinked again. The merman was still their, taking breath after breath and looking about. How he didn't notice keath, the boy didn't know, but he wasn't about to question it.

Here's a fact that's rather important.  You see, merpeople fear fire birds alot and fire birds do kill merpeople regularly but not for food. The birds have more of an intrest in fish than any mammal. No. The birds kill the merpeople for their scales.

So image keaths astonishment when a merman with the most beautiful scales keath had ever seen, up and dumps himself on the nearest rock and just lies their. What else is he going to do? Seeing that the merman intended to sleep, keath waited until his sides fell slowly and his chest heaved in deep and slow breaths. He was asleep.

Keath approached, silently gliding down from the top of his cliff to a rock right next to where the merman was, if not a little higher. He crouched, slowly raising a hand and and placing it on the boys neck. It was damp but had dried a little in the wind. The kill wold be easy and keath could almost feel as his ireses flex in anticipation. That was when the merman grunted. A pained sound that made keath flinch. He looked at his face, still asleep, but scrunched with emotion. Pain? Fear? Sadness? He couldn't tell.

Why did it even matter?! He was going to kill him and take those beautiful scales and add them to his nest. However, his hand refused to tence, simply hovering over the neck, feather light touches brushing the skin. Keath looked at the boys side. He was hunched over and...was...was that blood? He was hurt. Keath sighed at himself. Oh here we go.

He retracted his hand and opened up his Wings, taking of almost silently and makeing for his nest. He wasn't a fish. He didn't NEED to kill him. He just wanted some of his scales. That wasn't really feir...