Tahkalla was born into a fierce race, during a time of fierce war. His tribe, a group of Lasiruses was engaged in war with the Festers over a patch of land near the stream. By the time he was a teen, the war had become so terrible that Tahkalla's father, Looto, had determined that they needed to leave the forest. By now, however, they had led the Festers to the point where they would not let them leave without bloodshed. The Festers believed in the shedding of blood for victory, and a mere win by forfeit of the enemy would not satiate their pride.
Looto knew that the tribe was too big to take all at once, so he ordered his son to take one half, and he take the other. Tahkalla was told to take his half of the tribe through a mountain pass that would lead to another, more peaceful forest. There were two ways of entering the pass. They could proceed to fly through the forest, which was dark, but far more time consuming to navigate through. The other option was the human trail. and although the openness of this trail put them in plain sight, it also made for an easy escape.
Much of the tribe wanted to take the human path, although Tahkalla had opposed the idea. It was early eveing, they responded, and the festers would still be asleep. They eventually pushed Tahkalla into agreeing with them. And so they began down th trail. But no more then half way down the human path, did they realize their terrible mistake. the Festers had been expecting them.
They fought bitterly, but it made no deference. The Fester group was far larger, and the tribe were already weary from their long travels. Tahkalla, young and strong, but never experienced with true, horrible warfare, flew as fast as his wings would carry him. hearing only the screams of his kin being slaughtered.He found his father shortly afterwards, in the forest that they had originally planed on meeting in.
His father had heard Tahkalla's story. He was ashamed. He beieved in dying with honor. Tahkalla had done no such thing.
Looto exiled his son, telling him that his tribe had no room for cowards.
Tahkalla never returned.
That With a Pelt of Stars
"The Next Time You Say Forever"
I hear the tiniest sparks and the tenderest sounds
diving music, drowning the sound
waltzing with the hairs upon my arms
and your fight or flight alarm
and you tremble, and you stumble, and you scrape up your palms
I can't stay here to hold your hand
I've been away for so long
I've lost my taste for home
and that's a dirty fallow feeling
to be the dangling ceiling
from when the roof came crashing down
peeling in the heat
vanish in the rain
the next time you say forever, I will punch you in your face
just because you don't believe it, doesn't mean I didn't mean it
you never know when I'll show you the never
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