Ithila: Learka [WIP]

['LADY LEARKA]]

NAME laerka [ lay - AiRK - a ]

NICKNAME lady laerka, lara, etc.

SPECIES secretary bird; Sagittarius serpentarius

GENDER female.

SEASONS thirty-two seasons.

fLOCK ithila.

ELEMENT air.

RANK auditioning for leader.

physical DESCRIPTION

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MEASUREMENTS :

wingspan | 6.9-7 feet
height | about 4.5 feet
weight | about 8.5 pounds



PERSONALITY




HISTORY

writing SAMPLE :


Laerka started small. A chick, a hunter, and now, a warrior. But she was done, now, with small. Ambition broke through. Good ambition. Powerful and honest and true, the kind of ambition that drives you to gain the respect of others without violence or rage. She was ready to take her place in a higher rank- a much higher rank. She'd already decided on her own to one day become a leader. And now was her chance.


She saw it in the way he talked, the way we moved, the way he let their Seer gently prop up his shoulder as he rested wearily. Before, his intelligence had granted him power; now, the knowledge he bore was simply weighing him down. Ithila's leader had already lost the battle, that Laerka knew. It was horrifying to see him wither away between thinning feathers and guttural coughs, but even worse was the sight of his Second. Learka had to turn away when she saw him. Anybody would have been upset, seeing that.


Disease would always invades the ranks of the feathered at one time or another. Within three seasons, more than thirteen birds had flown to Skyflock, spirits finally free of their wretchedly sick bodies. It was simply the natural cycle. Their leader had been slowing down, then, becoming less acute and more tired with each passing day. The elders murmured that perhaps he had gathered wisdom that no one wanted to know. He knew quite well he was about to die. And his Second? He disappeared all too quickly. Only two seasons into his job, and then ... Gone. His wings had gone limp and flightless, his eyes cloudy gray, and his beak once graced with song uselessly shut. At least it was over quickly.


As the Leader slowly faded, the poor bird, Laerka sensed eyes turning to her. Eyes filled with glints of curiosity and expectation. She had been looking forward to the position as second when Callisto stole it away. She knew, though, that he was endowed with far more knowledge than herself. He was more experienced, that she knew, and maybe even more ambitious than herself! She was jealous then, but the choice was made and even to her it felt correct. But now ...


Well. That would change now.


Decisions- yes, she was making lots of those, now. They couldn't go to their Leader. The Seer's job was to heal and interpret, not to send out commands. Who else was there to turn to? Suddenly Laerka found herself amongst a sea desperate Ithilans* looking for answers. She knew that with her every action, the council became far more interested in her abilities than the desperate situation the leader of the flock was in. While it inflated her ego, it also made her feel immensely guilty. No one would question her now, though. She had gained all the importance in the world.


With brows furrowed and eyes searching, everybird in Ithila constantly murmured their inquisitions to the Seer and his apprentice. How was he? Was he feverish? Or worse? But the answer never came, only a shake of the head, or a sigh. It wasn't simply the infection anymore, just the bird himself. Even if he recovered, he really would never be the same. He was a shell now. And soon enough, Laerka finally flew in one day only to find their Seer gently closing the glassy eyes of their leader's body. He was dead.


And that was that. He was long gone, and she was standing directly in his place. She noticed the gazes following her everywhere. Whispers. Gossip. Untruths and stories. It all ended, though, when the council approached and asked her themselves.


"Do you wish to be a leader?" croaked the elderly birds.

" ... Yes. I do."

"Then so be it." And so it was. Laerka's reign was beginning, at last.

[/li][li] I have now idea of its Ithileans on Ithilans or Ithils or whatever. >> Also, this post is rather unlike my usual writing. This isn't really what I sound like in writing. It just... Ended up like it did. :/


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