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Lonewing. Chapter 3

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~ chapter 3~







Aleron looked at his banded forearm a small smirk displayed apon his face, quickly with his sharp black claw he spun the golden cuff over and over, letting his story play out in his mind.
Aleron was born as a runt of the blurwing colony, the fastest but smallest cousion of his species, his mother Linc rarely took care of him for she had lost her mate just before he was born. Lonley and neglected his size was a sure result that would stay with him. That's what the elders thought. Aleron was stubborn, hot tempered, and independent. His will to grow into the largest male was a vast truth within his eyes that if threatened, death would follow. He was one of the best hunters within his colony during his first hunt, he pushed himself past his limits. Ha. He remembered his search for power, the others newborns did'nt agree to his lust and pushed him down from it often. He had won every fight he had gotten into and never would he hang his head low in submisson. His wings became torn and scarred but that hardly mattered to him. He contuied to hunt, fight, and grow. He enjoyed lectures and teachings of far away places, ancient history, skies, and dark arts. He grew until his was average size, but that was hardly enough for him. Many males pleaded to be under his wing, he only granted his attention to two males, Leon and Ace. Why, well Leon because that male always had faith in him, and Ace because he too was a runt. However life always has it bad ends, and lets just say it hit Aleron hard. He stopped growing, but still he kept trying and trying, but he never grew. Frustrated he flew off from his friends, and took his anger out on a branch. Leon came and tried to comfort him, but Aleron felt more agraivated then comfroted. He attack and sunk his fangs deep into his friends shoulder. Ace attacked Aleron maiming his ear and face... Aleron winced at the memory of what he did next. He had struck Ace hard, too hard, hard enough to break his neck, which was excatly what he did. The elders had been saddened by the death of a colony member but they did'nt blame anyone. Leon was crippled, but that seemed hardly enough of a punishment for Aleron. Leon was the cause of Ace's death, he knew how he got when he was mad, but he taunted him and then.... Aleron remembered looking at his face, a forked scar above and below his eye which then daggered down his neck, he remebered his mothers horror, and his crushed pride but flamed anger. He was going to kill Leon. The stale air was what greeted him on that hunt, he had stalked Leon until they were on the farside of the river in the mass of boulders. He had attacked. It was a painful fight emotionally and physically, it was diffcult for Aleron he had to mutalate his best friend until he was nothing but a mauled carcass. Aleron had eaten part of his friend as he sunk his teeth deep into his buddys flesh. Aleron never meant to do it. He had never felt more ashamed and terrifyed in his life. He hid the body and flew back home cleaned. The dissaperence of Leon was shocking. Everyone was scouting, searching for Leon, asking questions and pointing wings. Aleron grimanced at one special night when he had been so terrifyed. He had thought the colony was going to slice his stomach and see Leon body parts roll out with his guts. However days, weeks, months passed by, and Aleron noticed something very strange. He had grown. He remembered the pride, and guilt of his growing body. He knew the secret to quench his power lust, cannabilism. He had stalked and killed many bats eating them and becoming the second largest bat in the colony, he was always careful and polite. Never did one suspect him. Aleron noticed he had the advantage in size, strenght and speed in the hunt for his prey, he had one weakness however, quick, sharp turns insulted his diginity in grace. He never gave up to his flaws he beat them to the darkest depths of his soul. He never failed his hunts; they were clean and quick. He had been very proud of his growing body and swelling ego.  Until some bats insulted his pride. Mastiffs, close cousions of his species but larger and apparenlty more legendary and respected. They had come to the roost to inform them that this was thier territory and they had to move, the colony was under great stress and it was getting close to birthing season. Aleron was furious and angered by these prideful fools. He wanted to maime them, eliminated them, but his mother held him back sensing something wrong with his attitude and eyes. Aleron was a copper brown blurwing, with a black curly crest and large black ears, slender wings and a long, sharp tail. They had a fight, he had dammed her in two languages before storming off. He flew and flew, until his wings were searing with pain. Still, relentessly he flew catching the wind at 60 miles per hour. He had spotted a palewing and had set chase hungry, tired, and saddened. The small agile bat had used the eniviroment to it's avantage, soon loosing the deperressed Blurwing. Aleron was furious and he took a bullet fast chase after the last shadow of his escaped prey. He was'nt paying much attention to his surrondings until he was insnared in a large sticky web. Heavy footfalls had surronded him as he was plucked from the plastic tendrils, he had whirled, thrashed, hissed, bit, and writhed to no avail. The large gloved hands had squeezed his wills, and held out his wing forcefully, a dull pincer like object clamping around his forearm. He did'nt know what to expect, maybe he would combust into flames, maybe he would die instantely or maybe he would die slowly. The pincers closed, a brief flashing pain seared him as the band peirced his wing membrane and constricted his forearm to bruises. He cried out to the sudden pain, and relief as the humans hands gave away. He battered his wings, wincing at the pin pricks flashing up his arm, shoulder and fingers. He roosted, looking at his wing. His wing membrane turning black with bruises, his forarm was sweaty and sore, and lastly his wrist was slighty swollen. Aleron remembered the horror and fury to the golden band that withstood his arm. His diginty was implaled. Aleron remembered the horrid, painful flight as he went back to his colonies haven. He remembered his mothers face, the colonies rage, the painful banishment.





He was shunted, dispised, and forgotten. The demon within him begged and ravanged his body to feast on bat flesh, shame and guilt followed after every kill he made for two years, until he stopped. He gave up his last restaince to the demon. His sorrow filled spirit lyed deep within his demons unforgivable belly. He was trapped, he was a puppet to the puppeteer, and right now his demon flamed his ego to go south..... and hunt. His last fight against the true demonic nature of himself shed away like faded time. His dark form flying into the southern relm.
Wow. :wow:

Tell me what you think of this character? :?

Aleron: is a Mexican free-tailed bat who has turned cannabillistic and is related to the Western Mastiff bat. ;p

Aleron- Means " winged one "

Silverwing saga belongs to Kenneth Oppel.

No copying.

Preview Picture, was founded on google.com. ^^;

Aleron(c) Belongs to me.
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