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"Madame, Madame!" a jet black feathered owl screeched. He flew through the grey, stone walls passing black, red and grey owls in their roosts. He flew toward a large opening guarded by two huge owls, one black, one grey. He gulped at the sight of the owls that towered over him nearly thrice the size of the messenger.
"State your business!" said the grey owl in a gruff, dark voice like thunder's rumble. His ear tuffs were huge and one was bent in a strange direction. His feathers were grey and his face looked as though there were satellite dishes around each dark grey eye. Not black but dark enough to probably be.
The Thunder-eye bent closer to the small Dark-eye, his little face was scarred badly and one solid black eye closed almost entirely shut. His wings were oddly placed, one higher and one lower, but he's been through a lot, this messenger. "I'm Murk, one of the Dark-eye messengers; I must speak with Desdemona right away." He demanded with fright in the depth of his tone.
"Very well," said the fellow Dark-eye guard with a foot that only two talons, his head had no ear tuffs or dishes only a white mask like pattern across his black, soulless eyes like his Dark-eye member known as Murk. It was the only white marking on a Dark-eye including Murk and the guard. "Desdemona is waiting inside her roost with the other elders."
"Thank-you, thank-you," he said walking in the roost. Candles of little flickering fires brought eerie light into the roost of darkness. Desdemona was a large Blood-eye, her son, Arrow, sat beside her on a throne like nest. Bones, fur and fluff from their feathers created the nests the three elders, their mates and children roosted in. Arrow and the two Thunder-eye chicks, Storm and Onyx, were the last babies to be born until the next spring.
The Blood-eye leaderess struck the Dark-eye through the gut with her blood red stare. She drew a wing and placed it over her son, Arrow. Arrow was only a pink blob still; he had hatched only in the last hours. He was cold and huddled closer to his mother for warmth. "Speak," she boomed.
Murk froze. His wings locked and his feathers sagged. Her red gaze cut through his soul like a deadly wolf claw. "I have, uh brought… good… news." He barely whispered.
Desdemona smirked as Morrisa, the Dark-eye leaderess, spoke. "What is this 'good news' you speak of Murk? Surely you must tell us." She said in the dark beauty of her deep voice. Her glamorous black feathers were slick and smooth; she almost always had her beak in there, picking away the dirt and grime. Arranging her feathers in just the right way. Her eyes were the most gorgeous thing about her body, other than her eye-melting posture that boys always drooled over. But they were too late; Morrisa already had a mate, Nocturne. He was a broad shouldered, very muscular toned male Dark-eye with the darkest, smoothest and blackest coat Morrisa had ever seen on a male. She instantly fell head-over-tail-feathers for him. She worked her beautiful magic and it turned out Nocturne had the same feelings for Morrisa and the two mated. But they didn't have a child, it was too early, and before they knew what time it was, they still couldn't have a chick because it was too late in fall. So once it is spring they'd make sure a new Dark-eye would join the colony.
Murk scratched his closed eye with a talon and began to speak. "My leaders, troops that have gone to find a new roost for Basilisk ceremonies have found one." Basilisk was their King and ruled the Dusk Castle and the Barrens of Shadows. Ceremony roosts were rare to find and Basilisk, himself instructed and demanded he would no longer have ceremonies in the colony's roost. "It was found on the other side." He said in disgust.
"What do you mean, 'Other side'?" said the Thunder-eye leaderess with her children, Onyx and Storm, tangled within her feathers. Known as Streak, she did not have a mate, much like Desdemona.
"I mean the light side, the Kingdom of Light, where Echo rules. Another island was discovered, larger and greener than ours known as Island Luminous. Troops have found an abandon barn with a few owls and their children. Knowing it was the perfect spot for Basilisk to rise, troops came speeding back to inform me then you, my leaders." He said without hesitation.
"They must be readying themselves for hibernation. With that advantage, we will be able to take control of their home and ambush the owls of the Kingdom of Light for sacrifices to our king, yes, he will be so pleased." She said as though tasting sweet bat blood.
"Excellent, ready the flock, we will leave as soon as the last chicks learn to fly." Desdemona ordered. Onyx, hearing everything, rotated to Arrow. They blink at each other thinking and feeling the same thing; how unnatural and horrible. Killing our own kind, it was criminal and bizarre, but most un-owl like. How could we betray our own race? They thought as they could only watch and listen as their mamas continued battle plans.

Description
"Madame, Madame!" a jet black feathered owl screeched. He flew through the grey, stone walls passing black, red and grey owls in their roosts. He flew toward a large opening guarded by two huge owls, one black, one grey. He gulped at the sight of the owls that towered over him nearly thrice the size of the messenger.
"State your business!" said the grey owl in a gruff, dark voice like thunder's rumble. His ear tuffs were huge and one was bent in a strange direction. His feathers were grey and his face looked as though there were satellite dishes around each dark grey eye. Not black but dark enough to probably be.
The Thunder-eye bent closer to the small Dark-eye, his little face was scarred badly and one solid black eye closed almost entirely shut. His wings were oddly placed, one higher and one lower, but he's been through a lot, this messenger. "I'm Murk, one of the Dark-eye messengers; I must speak with Desdemona right away." He demanded with fright in the depth of his tone.
"Very well," said the fellow Dark-eye guard with a foot that only two talons, his head had no ear tuffs or dishes only a white mask like pattern across his black, soulless eyes like his Dark-eye member known as Murk. It was the only white marking on a Dark-eye including Murk and the guard. "Desdemona is waiting inside her roost with the other elders."
"Thank-you, thank-you," he said walking in the roost. Candles of little flickering fires brought eerie light into the roost of darkness. Desdemona was a large Blood-eye, her son, Arrow, sat beside her on a throne like nest. Bones, fur and fluff from their feathers created the nests the three elders, their mates and children roosted in. Arrow and the two Thunder-eye chicks, Storm and Onyx, were the last babies to be born until the next spring.
The Blood-eye leaderess struck the Dark-eye through the gut with her blood red stare. She drew a wing and placed it over her son, Arrow. Arrow was only a pink blob still; he had hatched only in the last hours. He was cold and huddled closer to his mother for warmth. "Speak," she boomed.
Murk froze. His wings locked and his feathers sagged. Her red gaze cut through his soul like a deadly wolf claw. "I have, uh brought… good… news." He barely whispered.
Desdemona smirked as Morrisa, the Dark-eye leaderess, spoke. "What is this 'good news' you speak of Murk? Surely you must tell us." She said in the dark beauty of her deep voice. Her glamorous black feathers were slick and smooth; she almost always had her beak in there, picking away the dirt and grime. Arranging her feathers in just the right way. Her eyes were the most gorgeous thing about her body, other than her eye-melting posture that boys always drooled over. But they were too late; Morrisa already had a mate, Nocturne. He was a broad shouldered, very muscular toned male Dark-eye with the darkest, smoothest and blackest coat Morrisa had ever seen on a male. She instantly fell head-over-tail-feathers for him. She worked her beautiful magic and it turned out Nocturne had the same feelings for Morrisa and the two mated. But they didn't have a child, it was too early, and before they knew what time it was, they still couldn't have a chick because it was too late in fall. So once it is spring they'd make sure a new Dark-eye would join the colony.
Murk scratched his closed eye with a talon and began to speak. "My leaders, troops that have gone to find a new roost for Basilisk ceremonies have found one." Basilisk was their King and ruled the Dusk Castle and the Barrens of Shadows. Ceremony roosts were rare to find and Basilisk, himself instructed and demanded he would no longer have ceremonies in the colony's roost. "It was found on the other side." He said in disgust.
"What do you mean, 'Other side'?" said the Thunder-eye leaderess with her children, Onyx and Storm, tangled within her feathers. Known as Streak, she did not have a mate, much like Desdemona.
"I mean the light side, the Kingdom of Light, where Echo rules. Another island was discovered, larger and greener than ours known as Island Luminous. Troops have found an abandon barn with a few owls and their children. Knowing it was the perfect spot for Basilisk to rise, troops came speeding back to inform me then you, my leaders." He said without hesitation.
"They must be readying themselves for hibernation. With that advantage, we will be able to take control of their home and ambush the owls of the Kingdom of Light for sacrifices to our king, yes, he will be so pleased." She said as though tasting sweet bat blood.
"Excellent, ready the flock, we will leave as soon as the last chicks learn to fly." Desdemona ordered. Onyx, hearing everything, rotated to Arrow. They blink at each other thinking and feeling the same thing; how unnatural and horrible. Killing our own kind, it was criminal and bizarre, but most un-owl like. How could we betray our own race? They thought as they could only watch and listen as their mamas continued battle plans.