Literature
Feathers for Falkner- chapter 7
~Morty~
Now, just to clear things up, I am no worrywart. I've never flinched away from death, I've never even thought twice about it. Why? Well because death made no difference to me. Dead or alive it didn't matter what you were, I could still talk to you, I could feel and understand you, so it thoroughly surprised me when I was actually worried about Falkner dying.
That damn bird of his hurdled towards earth at lightning speed, having just broken free of the wire between its foot and Pride's, and slashing madly at its taped beak until it clawed it open. It made one hell of a noise, and to my astonishment, turned tail and started racing
