Whatever way the wind blows, I mused, thinking of an ancient saying of my proud eagle family. I let my gleaming yellow eyes run over the thick woodlands below. The slightest of movements caught my eyes, even from my high soaring elevation. If it was possible, I felt my beak water at the sight of a snake slithering through the grass. I was a happy hunter, and one that wasn't picky. Heck, with a couple of friends from where I lived I ate some kangaroos! Now those were the days. Shrugging my shoulders and angling downwards, I swooped lower to the ground. Kangaroo meat really had been a finery; sweet, fresh, the thrill of hunting an animal that could fight back. I twitched my wings back, allowing my legs to curl forward, my talons hooking over the warm body. The landing was off, naturally I staggered. This time, I swear my beak watered. Flipping it up with one claw, I grabbed the little thing by the scaly tail, swallowing it whole. Don't worry, it was long dead. A shiver ran down my body, and I leaped awkwardly into the air, circling loftily about the forest. Definitely needed some practice on ground takeoffs.
It was a couple of hours later when I finally noticed something interesting- a couple of unicorns. And one cantering solidly towards them. Kehaar, my father, would have scowled as he saw me plunge toward them, nine-foot-four wingspread tucked in close to my body. When I reached right before the cantering horse, I would snap out my wings, and just wait and damn laugh to see their reactions.
Yeah, you could say that I was still obviously an idiot.