It seems that you have stumbled into petpage! The filtered sunlight lazily hits you as you try to rub the brightness from your eyes. A little ways off, you see a blonde head lying down. Suddenly, the head turns and a pair of scarlet eyes pierces you.
Oh! Hello there, dear guest. Pray tell, who are you and why are you here? I hope you're here for peaceful reasons...otherwise, as my own king, I may have to resort to unnecessary growling.
You shook your head quickly and told him that you came in peace. You stated your name and how you just suddenly came about his territory while warily glancing at his sharp, white teeth.
Well. That's certainly odd I suppose...but now that you're here, would you like to chat? I've been awfully bored lately. Don't worry, I won't do any harm. So, what would you like to know about me? You are here for me right...? It is my petpage afterall. Quite so. Now, I'm a calm Otachie. Aloof is my middle name. But if you want to play some games, I'll gladly accept your challenge. Just don't expect me to go easy on you!
You sighed, a little amused grin on your face. What a conceited and whimsical creature that you've stumbled upon! However, his animated face and voice lures you into his tale. Looks like you'll be staying a while, won't you?
Please do stay! I love company at times.
Would you like to hear a story? I'm very fond of it...
Once there was a little Otachie, cradled in a nest in the cliffs of Reiflem. The Creatu was merely a child that depended on his mother. The mother was gorgeous, a milk-cream coat and tufts of white fur. Her eyes were always of a gentle hue. Everyday, she would arrive at the nest with a mouthful of food for the little Otachie.
But the next day, she stopped coming. The Otachie was already growing its feathered wings, so he decided to climb out. And at the bottom of the cliff were drops of blood and torn feathers. The young Creatu, having enough sense to tell what may have happened, whined and followed the blood into a city. Unfortunately, the trail did not lead to the more lavish part of the city. Soon, the Otachie found himself among dark alleyways and suspicious stores. And, even more unfortunately, he wasn't alone. The Creatu wasn't aware of it, but his albino fur was a valued at a high price. Many men stared at him and one made an attempt to catch him. The man lunged, knife in hand.
He yelled, "Ropes!" but the Otachie was too agile and quickly bit his attacker's hand. He tried to fly away, but the man managed to swing his knife at his wings. Though, the Otachie pushed on and managed to take flight before spiraling down into an empty street. He escaped the men. Panting heavily, the Creatu suffered heavy blood loss, and before his eyes fluttered close, a small shadow loomed over him...
Well! Wasn't that an interesting story!
Taken aback by Aelos's smile after telling that saddening tale, you just nodded your head and noticed a scar on his right gold wing.