[Week 27, Day 6, Early morning/just after sunrise] Accidental Video
[He's given up, surrendered, let go of the tiny pinprick of light that represents his life. It was a surprisingly peaceful moment, his mind far beyond the pain of his body. Rest for the warrior came only in death, and he had earned his rest with blood and pain and tears. Real, human tears, but only a few.
Hawks can't cry.
But they can wake up slowly, as he does, blinking a few times and letting his gaze shift over his surroundings.
Movement! There, between the grass, a tiny mouse. Nose poking up out of a hole. A hole he doesn't know. This isn't his meadow. He digs his talons into the branch. Not his tree either.
Not even his body.]
[A fairly hollow threat, more out of worry. He was dead... wasn't he? He shifted sideways, bumping his Hitomi and knocking it to the ground. It activates, looking up at his belly as he shuffles, closer to the trunk of the tree.
Once there he lowers his head.]
THUNK! THUNK!
[He smacks his skull on the bark twice, shakes his head roughly.]
[He stretches his wings out, as if he intends to take flight, and instead tucks them back against his sides, sticking his head under one wing, preening a feather, and trying to figure out if his beak is still cracked. It isn't.
This is either a Sario Rip or the Ellimist's doing. Either way, he is not a happy hawk.]
[He settles into his perch and lets his gaze focus intently on the grasses nearby. He either ignores or doesn't see the Hitomi on the ground beneath him.]
Hawks can't cry.
But they can wake up slowly, as he does, blinking a few times and letting his gaze shift over his surroundings.
Movement! There, between the grass, a tiny mouse. Nose poking up out of a hole. A hole he doesn't know. This isn't his meadow. He digs his talons into the branch. Not his tree either.
Not even his body.]
[A fairly hollow threat, more out of worry. He was dead... wasn't he? He shifted sideways, bumping his Hitomi and knocking it to the ground. It activates, looking up at his belly as he shuffles, closer to the trunk of the tree.
Once there he lowers his head.]
THUNK! THUNK!
[He smacks his skull on the bark twice, shakes his head roughly.]
[He stretches his wings out, as if he intends to take flight, and instead tucks them back against his sides, sticking his head under one wing, preening a feather, and trying to figure out if his beak is still cracked. It isn't.
This is either a Sario Rip or the Ellimist's doing. Either way, he is not a happy hawk.]
[He settles into his perch and lets his gaze focus intently on the grasses nearby. He either ignores or doesn't see the Hitomi on the ground beneath him.]