Firefly Glen blood in eden

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First three posts are reserved for @Hydra and @Yakwahe

He had flown above the frozen grounds to trail the monster who desturbed the peace. The path was easy — a scarlet ribbon stained the white frost of winter. All the while, the wind blew hard and fast. After the massacre of the son of the mountain queen and his loyal crew, there was little he could do. The queen had found the child king, dead and broken. Fury rose in her, and she called to him. For his part, the eagle answered.

He flew down to her. She was the pillar upon which the mountain stayed in place, even among the evil that had risen against her kind. For a moment, the eagle landed upon her backside, ginglerly placing his talons around the thick fur of her neck and shoulders. He clicked his beak, eying her strangely, deciding whether she was still indeed worthy of his efforts.

Wobbling a bit, his sharp feet can't have felt kind to her. He quickly decided that riding upon her was not an ideal means of travel, and pushed off from her to fly once more. He let out a knowing cry to tell her that yes, he knew where the beast had gone. Follow, he willed of her.