It was that sad time of the year when it got too cold for Avian to wear sundresses. She hated having to wear tight, restricting jeans and tennis shoes, but it wasn't like she had a choice. If she wore her usual attire, she'd be shivering from head to toe. It wasn't like her blue winter coat was any better. All it did was make her feel like she was wrapped in an over-sized cotton ball. Usually during cold days, she'd stay inside to avoid "bundling up", but she wanted to go out today for power practice. Since the incident with Kratos, she wanted to become more serious about her controlling her abilities. Avian figured there was no time like the present, so she started by heading off to the woods.
Lately, she found controlling small birds was easy enough, but big birds were a challenge. She knew there were vultures that occasionally hung around the cemetery in the woods, so she headed out with her backpack. In it was a container of raw meat and a bird trainer's glove. Not soon after she arrived, a turkey vulture swooped down and perched on one of the tombstones. It eyed her bag hungrily, most likely sensing the food inside.
"Not yet," Avian shook her head, "You have to help me practice before you get your reward,"
The vulture made a small growl at the back of its throat, almost like an impatient humming. Avian slipped the huge, leather glove onto her right hand and held it out for the bird. He stepped on, his sharp talons digging deep into the leather, but luckily it was tough enough to spare her the pain.
"Now go," she ordered it, sticking her hand out to a branch.
She tried willing it to fly there, but it just kept staring at her in confusion.
"Come on, Mr. Vulture," she tried to reason with it, "You won't get your meat if you don't!"
The bird of prey just squawked and fluffed its feathers. This would be harder than she thought.
( @ReD )
Lately, she found controlling small birds was easy enough, but big birds were a challenge. She knew there were vultures that occasionally hung around the cemetery in the woods, so she headed out with her backpack. In it was a container of raw meat and a bird trainer's glove. Not soon after she arrived, a turkey vulture swooped down and perched on one of the tombstones. It eyed her bag hungrily, most likely sensing the food inside.
"Not yet," Avian shook her head, "You have to help me practice before you get your reward,"
The vulture made a small growl at the back of its throat, almost like an impatient humming. Avian slipped the huge, leather glove onto her right hand and held it out for the bird. He stepped on, his sharp talons digging deep into the leather, but luckily it was tough enough to spare her the pain.
"Now go," she ordered it, sticking her hand out to a branch.
She tried willing it to fly there, but it just kept staring at her in confusion.
"Come on, Mr. Vulture," she tried to reason with it, "You won't get your meat if you don't!"
The bird of prey just squawked and fluffed its feathers. This would be harder than she thought.
( @ReD )
