Birds

[selenias]

Humans were truly of an unruly race.

He'd warned them. He'd tried to dissuade them. But they were persistent. And foolish. And in their foolishness, they'd tried to become birds; they believed they could fly, thought that their wings would simply sprout.

And so when the carcasses heaped up in piles, lances fluttered about like stones, and the monsters cowed, tearing Mt. Temza to pieces and carving the bleak future he'd predicted, Duke watched from his own pair of wings, and tried not to feel even as his eyes searched.

Only a single pair of 'birds' ever caught his eye.