stupid hermitcraft short stories

two flightless birds (fluff)

I forgot the 8th rule FFFFFFFU-

8: song story requests.
Just name a song and some characters. I'll do it. If I don't know the song I'll look it up. If I do then I will be happy. Takes half the time that way. Same with the aus.

With that out the way, I will thank PockyPika and kowaretoakan for this.

Two birds by regina spektor
Art  above by me

Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away and the other......

Wings and Elytra. A brilliant mode of transport for any hermit. Right?

No. To be be blunt, no.

Scar and Grian, both with wings mind you, just couldn't fly. There wings were tattered and wouldn't work and because of their wings, they couldnt wear elytra either. No other reason why. It just wouldn't work. Their wings were just far too pulled and wrecked.

Instead, they watched from the side lines and observed others fly. Grian often tried to fly. He'd end up hurt or dead withing the first 5 minutes. It all went on for months. And it was painful.

Scar wasnt told everytime but kept catching him in his attempts just after he jumped. It wasn't easy watching his friend attempt something leading to injury or death but he just watched his determined friend. He accepted his flightlessness at point blank back in his first season after a few tries. He just hid his wings pretty ashamed of the multitude of scars he racked up on them before even joining hermitcraft and even from his time there.

It was quite sometime before Scar went To where Grian practiced on top of the giant tower only to find he hadn't arrived. Had he given up? Did the stress in his wings pull then to bloodied shreds down below? No... he wasnt near by. Scar went over to the ledge and sat there. He watched the peace of the ocean occasionally flooding the outer ring on the base with minor puddles of clear waters from the reflective, enchanted sunrise scenery out infront. He could get this view from his volcano top but it was beautiful anywhere. Since no one was around, he outstretched his torn wings from under his coat. They were quite large icy blue bat wings, but there were huge rips in the skin that left either gaping holes or scarred skin patches in its wake. It's what left him flightless. The uneven wings and ripped skin caused them to be useless in flight.

But he didn't mind.

Not liked he cared. Not at all. He just didn't like his wings much. Nor anyone seeing them. He and Cub had similar wings but his were paler and torn while cubs were a darker blue with red patterns and had full flight capabilities.

But that wasn't what was important.

Grian came up out the top of the base via a staircase and noticed the tattered wings behind the white concrete pillar. Approaching them he looked at Scar unsure what to make of the hermit being there. To be honest, he wasn't even sure what to make of his wings. He never saw them before but they sure did look battered.

He just walked over and sat on the edge of his base without Scars noticing. Until he spoke up.

"Hey buddy." Scars peace was inturupted by the acknowledgement and seeing Grian looking over at the sunrise with him was frightening. He must of seen his wings. No way he didn't see them. Looking at Grians wings though showed how lucky he was. The lower parts of the wings which helped gather wind under them were Ripped in 2 and almost dangling off his back by the bone. Yet they were still intact. So much so if they were folded in, you wouldn't notice a problem. Scar just looked away.

"Ah! Hey Grian. You out practicing again?" He asked trying to be as friendly as possible. Grian just nodded and looked to Scars shredded wings. Scar, in response, went to tuck his wings back under his coat. Yet Grian spoke again.

"You don't need to hide them." He said. "We're friends. You can trust me." He placed a hand on the others shoulder as Scar just flickered his wings and hid them anyways still majorly embarrassed.

Grian slowly moved his hand to his friends back and snook into a quick hug. He went to retract but felt Scar place an arm around him in a sign of comfort. "I know you'd try again Grian... if you do, do it when I go. I'd rather not watch you fall to your death... as you have been this past month." He admitted trying to cover up his spying. This obviously didn't work as Grian nervously giggled in response.

"Scar. I know you've been coming to my base each time I practice. I caught you about a week ago.  I just didnt say anything because you didn't say anything. Let's be honest. We both don't like hurting each other. Do we." He explained. But Scar wasn't paying attention. He had turned away slightly, embarrassed at this.

"Well then I should of spoke up. I really dont like watching you jump from your base and die only for the first thing you do when you return to do it again. It just.... I don't like watching people almost decend into madness and insanity from doing something like... this. It's hard to explain. Just... I should go." He stood and went over towards a ledge as the wind and rain picked up.

"Wait! Hows about you come in for a bit? My cats are in the avery! We can sit and chat it you'd like?" Scar heard out the offer and ran his options. Get a cold or hang with Grian? Simple answer. He'd worry Cub sick either way. He turned and stepped over to the stair case as the wind picked up more and more.

Both flightless men stood their ground trying to block it off but I proved far to strong of a wind current to block so the answer was to simply get inside. Luckily making in the avery, they both rushed down to where the cats and parrots lurked so they could peacefully talk as the rain fell outside and in the centre of Grians futuristic Base.

They spent the rest of the morning together talking. Mostly about their cats.

Two birds of a feather,
Say that they're always gonna stay together.

Aaaaand scene. Yeah its crap but I tried. Enjoy the first story of many!

BYYYYEEEE!

Next up: recreation of the scariest death in demise so far.

Still to come: 37 stabs was a reference to llamas in hats.

Word count: 1083