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Aug 19, 2021 02:57PM
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Once there was a boy. When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train. Falcons are raptors, killing birds, His father told him, the guardians of the sky.
The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it, either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He didn’t know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus was nearly impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father.
He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, and at first, It would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck “I told you to make it obedient,” his father said, and dropped the falcon’s lifeless body to the ground. “instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken.”
Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it, either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He didn’t know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus was nearly impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father.
He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, and at first, It would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck “I told you to make it obedient,” his father said, and dropped the falcon’s lifeless body to the ground. “instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken.”
Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Drift
The little things,
They go overlooked.
With passing time
They’re left unbooked.
Small things that you miss,
Are important to her.
And the fact that you miss them
Makes her feel like a blur.
Because of this matter,
You two grew apart.
It didn’t feel the same
As it did from the start.
Her smile would stop
Filling up the room.
It was felt empty, and blank.
ridden with doom.
The girl lost her spark,
The gleam in her eye.
But she put on a mask,
And played pretend for the guy.
So, she put on a smile,
And said “oh, I’m fine.”
When in reality she wasn’t,
But still she showed no sign.
Soon she couldn’t do it,
She broke down under the stress.
But she still wouldn’t speak to him,
As she kept her emotions repressed.
Her thoughts were all out of order,
Going every which way.
It just got worse and worse,
As she remained in dismay.
She sat there, distressed.
As she balled up in bed.
Then tried to think
Of a way to tell him instead.
Of the feelings she felt,
Toward him at the time.
She wanted a break to get
Back to feeling sublime.
At this, the man cried,
For the girl he once knew,
Was now a stranger to him,
And he’d had no clue.
The two went on with their lives,
Without each other to pursue.
And they never spoke again,
For they started anew.
The little things,
They go overlooked.
With passing time
They’re left unbooked.
Small things that you miss,
Are important to her.
And the fact that you miss them
Makes her feel like a blur.
Because of this matter,
You two grew apart.
It didn’t feel the same
As it did from the start.
Her smile would stop
Filling up the room.
It was felt empty, and blank.
ridden with doom.
The girl lost her spark,
The gleam in her eye.
But she put on a mask,
And played pretend for the guy.
So, she put on a smile,
And said “oh, I’m fine.”
When in reality she wasn’t,
But still she showed no sign.
Soon she couldn’t do it,
She broke down under the stress.
But she still wouldn’t speak to him,
As she kept her emotions repressed.
Her thoughts were all out of order,
Going every which way.
It just got worse and worse,
As she remained in dismay.
She sat there, distressed.
As she balled up in bed.
Then tried to think
Of a way to tell him instead.
Of the feelings she felt,
Toward him at the time.
She wanted a break to get
Back to feeling sublime.
At this, the man cried,
For the girl he once knew,
Was now a stranger to him,
And he’d had no clue.
The two went on with their lives,
Without each other to pursue.
And they never spoke again,
For they started anew.
Goood, just trying to catch up to replies. Do you have any thoughts on what parent(s) you're going to claim?
Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "so i don't get a welcome?"
oh yeah, sorry. i just finished that poem last night, so i really wanted to show you guys.
oh yeah, sorry. i just finished that poem last night, so i really wanted to show you guys.
David The Cheerful Berserker wrote: "Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "so i don't get a welcome?"oh yeah, sorry. i just finished that poem last night, so i really wanted to show you guys."
ik u were working with my gf on it i ghosted that entire chat
Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "David The Cheerful Berserker wrote: "Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "so i don't get a welcome?"
oh yeah, sorry. i just finished that poem last night, so i really wanted to ..."
oh, cool, so you even know the whole process it went through before it was finished.
oh yeah, sorry. i just finished that poem last night, so i really wanted to ..."
oh, cool, so you even know the whole process it went through before it was finished.
David The Cheerful Berserker wrote: "Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "David The Cheerful Berserker wrote: "Symarrah Starr ~Love can be Hard~ (updated bio) wrote: "so i don't get a welcome?"oh yeah, sorry. i ju..."
yep
thank you!!just to make sure -- all the characters need to be descendents of disney characters, right?
Welcome to the group! :) And yes the characters need to be kids or Disney characters! There's a list of parents who have already been claimed
Bella wrote: "thank you!!
just to make sure -- all the characters need to be descendents of disney characters, right?"
yes.
just to make sure -- all the characters need to be descendents of disney characters, right?"
yes.
I AM SOOOOOO SORRY I HAVN'T BEEN ACTIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been really busy and to be honest, I kinda forgot about this group...... I apologize!! I will try to be on more!!!!
Hello. I’m Halen (Hal or Hale for short). I’m new to this group and really don’t even have a clue of what I’m doing, or really even what this group is about. I’m excited to get started though
This group seems rather dead, but oh well. My name's Frances (she/they), nice to meet you all! :D
This group got a lot quieter since the New Year started. But some people still rp on here. Im Halen. Nice to meet you too.











