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The sky stretched on for what seemed like an eternity of blue and quickly moving wisps of clouds. Chel marveled at how windy it was and wished she had brought a jacket. Lexx, Chel, Swiftpaw, Drift and Sythe had passed through the door a few minutes earlier. Sythe was perched on Lexx's arm, listening to last minute instructions. Chel was clutching Drift under one arm like a stuffed toy. Swiftpaw was trotting at her heels.
Somewhere out there, was the next dice to be captured - Skri. From the initial images, he was a very large bird. Chel had been mildly upset at the sight of him. Drift was a common owl, most likely a barn owl, Swiftpaw was just a fox … but Skri? She had a feeling she knew what he had bonded with and it made her stomach churn. Another endangered species. She was certain it was a Great Philippine Eagle.
Chel chose not to say anything to Lexx. She had broached the subject once before. Lexx did not seem to grasp the value of a creature that was endangered. He had simply shrugged it off and pointed at Dash, "He's better than what he was before. I'd like to see some human hunter try to catch him."
It did not matter how Chel tried to explain it. Lexx didn't understand. To the comment that once all the tigers are gone, there wouldn't be anymore tigers, he'd responded, "I'm sure another predator would take its place. The world adjusts." His views were in another plane of thought. Chel knew that he wasn't being heartless about it. That was simply, his way of looking at things.
Apparently, aliens were not concerned about saving anything. They considered it a natural form of progression that life forms would die out and new ones would take their place. She had attempted to give Lexx an analogy of a war on wildlife … and was promptly cut off by a shrug and Lexx's statement that war was entirely different. Part of survival was the art of negotiation and if a creature couldn't negotiate, it wasn't as important as those that could.
Chel remembered the silence following that statement. Lexx had taken the silence for anger on Chel's part, instead of a mere breakdown in communication. She couldn't think of anything else to say to get him to understand and realized that it was a losing battle.
It wasn't that Lexx didn't care. He just … accepted it without the emotion that she had when she looked at tigers. He improved a tiger in his mind. In hers ... he killed it.
Drift wriggled in Chel's arms. She smiled gently, looking down at him. He didn't weigh anymore than a stuffed toy and his feathers were extremely soft. Softer than she thought an owl's feathers would be. The feathers that covered his body had a downy, hair like feel to them.
"Drift," Chel shook her head, freeing it of the previous weights, "You just have to flap your wings, just like Sythe." She smiled encouragingly at the small dice, gently ruffling the feathers on his head with her free hand.
"I'm … terrified …" Drift sighed. He really wished he wasn't so afraid of falling.
4 thoughts on “October 18, 2004”
Havockitten
Drift is so friggen adorable!!! I just want to pick him up and cuddle him like a teddy bear X3
Refugnic
I second that. I mean, it should be a crime to be so damn cute…but Drift CAN fly…even though it may only have been during DDR 😛
Lis
Drift we lub you you can do it.
Raxondr
Yes, Drift! We lube you so much!
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