Green Feather- (Open)

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It was indestinct, shadowy, and very faint. The figures outline could hardly be seen at all, and only a few wisps of her hair blew gently in the wind. Afraid, no. Ashamed, perhaps. No one bothered to care much about her, and she was glad. She didn't need care, after all, she was alone. Suddenly, a sharp call of a Quetzel made her turn, stepping out of the shadows. Emerald, her friend, knew they were alone. Luckilly.
The beautiful green bird hopped gently onto her shoulder, his green feathers matching her hair and wings, to the exact shade of green. Both of thier feathers blew in the breeze gently, and she stroked Em on his breast, making him coo softly in delight. No one knew about her. She wondered what would happen if they did. She was a creature of the jungle, not a tame human. Her wings, when fully spread, were 14 feet across. Long green feathers draped, dragging on the ground slightly as she walked. She wore a small, flowing emerald dress, that matched her hair and eyes, and wings. The quetzel looked offended as she stopped stroking him, so she rolled her eyes.
"Em, Em. You're quite a handfull, do you know that?" As if agreeing with her, the bird flapped his wings and squalked loudly. Sora, the girl, rubbed her ear slightly. "Hush up, or no dinner." At that, Em quit his noisy story.
Suddenly, the girl shrank back in alarm, as she saw something up in the trees. Something white was lying on the ground. Cautiously, Sora inched forward, then coiled back as she saw what it was. It was a white shirt. Belonging to a human. Creeping forward, she leaned down over the body, poking it with a stick. It didn't stir. She didn't know how long this male had been here, but he wasn't moving, though she could distinctly see his chest rising and falling. Em squalked, and made her leap backwards. She purposly set the bird on the branch, giving him a deadly glare for scaring her, then went back to the body. She couldn't leave it to die...Could she? Placing her hands on her hips, she leaned down and sniffed him slightly. He didn't smell funny. Well, he did. He smelt like old colone. She wrapped her hands around his ankles, then heaved backwards, dragging him over the ground, eventually tearing the remains of his shirt off. Rolling her eyes, she finally heaved him over her shoulder.
Though Sora was small, she had the strength of a tiger, and he wasn't that heavy for her. She quickly dumped him at the bottom of the tree she called home, then scrambled into its branches.

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