Sporting baggy pants, boots, and a long-sleeved shirt. Zamma looked just slightly above average, His blind fold added a hint of mysticism that at least gave him something for others to wonder about.
His skin couldn't get any more pale as he tried to stand under a tree for shade. Messy black hair with dirt on it covered apart of his face just like his blind fold.
The same could be said about the couple of others in his group; each kid looked like regular kids except for all of them having blind folds.
"I feel it, something born to my liking."
"It shall be so."
"The lords would never forsake us."
"The world will tremble at your union prophet."
Each boy answered with odd but positive lines. Zamma faced a direction and just walked. Through the forest, various animals tried scurried away while some tried to confront the group. With only a brief glance the beasts backed away, fear filling their being at the pale blind boy.
Walking through the forest the small group found themselves looking at a specific tree. Feathers littered the bottom of the tree. Rustling took place as a disgusting looking owl baby moved too and fro up above.
Calmly climbing the tree, Zamma noticed the little thing. Being blind saved him from the half gooey, half hairy bird before him. Nose twitching Zamma investigated the surrounding.
Feeling around laid out a mental depiction of the nest.
" Aren't you precious, abandoned by your parents, or should I say forcefully left behind. The others hatched and flew away, but you, oh you." Stretching a hand forward he held it in front of the owl. No attempt to touch the owl, only a gesture.
Disdain filled the eyes of the bird as it opened its beak and pecked the boys hand. It quietly and contentedly twisted and tore at the boy's skin.
Pleasure filling it's eyes while it found itself busy. The boy smiled for what seemed like the first time since he'd been here.
His skin tightened on his face like a mat being stretched. Dark purple gums with teeth so white it could light the darkness.
Yet, the emanating feeling of madness coming from none other than his blind folded eyes only served to deepen the horror of his mouth. His smile reaching his literal ears, a chaotic feeling lingered in his face.
The Young owlet couldn't sense the feeling as it reveled in a hand that looked no better than tissue paper. The same madness appeared in the bird's eyes as it gulped down the skin and slight pieces of muscle. Taking something out from his bag of holding, the bird quieted down immediately.
A stifling feeling wafted from the figure sitting comfortably in the nest. It was only a couple of feet tall made out of unknown materials. However, the effigy's presence caused the owlet to freeze.
"I hunger as well little one.... and so does our god. Let's see what he deems you."
Kneeling gently the boy opened his hands and proceeded to scream. The rudimentary head said nothing until Zamma had screamed his voice hoarse. When silence once more took reign in the nest. The head as though alive offered no more than a grunt.
Yet the bird shook like a leaf in a hurricane. Pain pervaded it's body as it's stomach malformed. Rhythmic tapping sounds came from the blood leaking out of the now opened stomach. Lying there the owl breathed heavily.
Long breaths made it's tiny chest rise but that didn't stop the once black pupil to now fill increasingly with yellow, matching it's iris.
Time trudged on with Zamma staring intently at the bird. Change ravished the bird as it's previously gray feathers turned greenish grey. The beak became more jagged, and it's claws growing in size.
A greyish green aura erupted from the owlet as it rose. The head grunted once more before it became silent once more.
Shadows from the light danced across Zamma's face. The grin never leaving as the owlet turned into something more, no something greater.
"Flesh of flesh, bone of bone, we will now become one. God of Mischief, zeal, and horror; bless this union." It was as if all noise and light was removed from the nest before a new bond was established.
Hopping onto her new master. The owlet looked at it's owner. "From this day forward... YOUR NAME SHALL BE TRAGEDY, LET CHAOS ABOUND." A loud coo was made by the little bird as strange laughter filled the nest. Creatures outside the nest slithered, flew, and dug their way away from the tree with demonic laughter.