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12-01-2012, 12:40 AM
The young eagle cries out in fear as snow falls among the fire and the world around it hisses. Your grip is well met, but the fiery burns hurt the eagle more than you, Leander. Your acts may have been noble but they are not enough to end this.
The frail chick struggles in pain and fear once you are clear of the tree and wrenches itself from your grip. Wings that had not yet adapted to flight are now burnt and in even worse shape than before; they splay out in a fit of desperation but nothing can save them but you, Leander. Save the chick from the impact and take him far from this burning tree, for the smoke alone could poison the lungs of such a young creature and lead it towards an untimely death.
The frail chick struggles in pain and fear once you are clear of the tree and wrenches itself from your grip. Wings that had not yet adapted to flight are now burnt and in even worse shape than before; they splay out in a fit of desperation but nothing can save them but you, Leander. Save the chick from the impact and take him far from this burning tree, for the smoke alone could poison the lungs of such a young creature and lead it towards an untimely death.
