in a swarm of feathers and a incessant cacophony of quaking a vintage af a man plumiting from the sky could be seen if one squinted into the distance. the souls of his cherish ducks writhed around him on this mortal plane, their feathers wrapping his soul and giving it shape. his arms stretched out white as the ethereal feathers stretched out and warped forming his arms and legs, their feet thined and split twisting into wrought fingers and toes with shallow talons sharp enough to tear the sky,but short enough to be mistaken for nails. their beaks shredded to peices filled in the gaps,and their bones crushed and snapped reformed and became his skeleton. their eyes became his and his hair stretched out in flowing locks from their fluffy little tails. his hair white like shining platinum was spelled with flecks of brightest orange and yellowed hues. His eyes black as pitch held a glimmering vastness in them he had seen the abyss and become one with it staring back into you. His nose sharp almost to a point with firm cheek bones and a pointed jaw, his new body was one of elegance and grace fit for a king made from his most cherished companions.
"their kindness knows no bounds to grant me such a chance, their sacrifice shall not be in vein and their deaths not eternal,for I shall carry them with me in body and soul till I meet my end once again." falling like a meteor he spread his arms out to catch the wind and glide peacefully to the ground, only to smack belly first into a lake in the greatest belly flop this world had ever seen.
with a deafening schelp and a massive BANG he smacked the water hitting the lakes bottom within a few moments, waves of massive proportions rose up from the calm waters of the lake, causing the fishermen along the bay to run in terror of the 20ft waves. the 2 lone wooden boats that were out upon the water capsized themselves their occupants flailing about before grabbing onto their overturned vessel's to stay afloat. screeching like a banshee from his now ruby red belly from that earth shattering flop, alas no one heard his wails as they were drowned out by the lake above him, the water filled his lungs as he forgot to hold his breath slowly drowning as his body began drifting to the surface.
'not again, not like this...I haven't even seen a duck yet how can I die so quickly-...' consumes by an oppressive darkness of despair he was left drifting through the lake without concisnous. doomed to die as soon as he came to this world from a single belly flop of massive proportions.
"oh my Quack you okay I thought you were about to die quack!" looking up at his savior he saw a sight he never did expect to see. with a voice sweet as honeycomb and wings in place of where her arms should be. brilliantly white feathers swam across her wings that reached out to comfort his unconscious figure. leaping from the lap pillow this buety had so graciously lent him he quickly fell to his knees glancing up at her soft edges and rounded figure. her gracious curves essed her with pompous plumpness in all the right places with a bountiful busom of fluffy white fethers, soft as clouds outlined her frame.
"oh my thank you thank you" tears streamed from his eyes as he wept over his new lease on life."itt it happened all so fast I don't know what would of happened if you didn't save me dear angel" he flowed to the ground in thanks for being saved by this angelic figure before him.
"What Quack nonnno it's not that big a deal." she recoiled to his sudden praise "im not an angel or anything just someone who was concerned Quack!" she quickly shook her arms in an x like formation to wave off his duck based fanaticism ,but our dear Donald was going to have none of it "no you must be this divine beuty has no further explanation, those white fethers, the webbed feet and that lovely voice you're nothing if not an angel sent to save me!" he may have been a bit fanatical and his image of an angel was quite off but his words of praise were more than she had experienced before. she was shook by kissing kind gestures and over the top thanks so different from the cold glares most people showered her with in the streets."oh my lord I forgot to introduce myself the names Donald, Donald duckman it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. might I be so brash as to ask my lovely saviors name?"
"ohh ehm I too forgot my manners I am Arieta, quite a Unique name you have quack" her words flowed like sweet honey to Donald's ears but they were interupted by heavy shouting from the distance.
"QUICK THE DISTURBANCE CAME FROM THIS DIRECTION, I DONT KNOW WHO THESE BASTARDS ARE BUT TO DARE THRETENEN OUR PEPOLE BY DESTROYING OUR SACRED LAKE IS HEARSAY!" in the distance a small band of armed guards charged from what looked to be some sort of shrine placed down the hill from the raised surface of the lake upon the hill.
"I was about to ask Quack why did you suddenly fall from the sky eeek-!" her words were cut short by Donald as he quickly interjected seeing the guards rapidly approaching them.
"shit they don't look happy about my arrival here quick let's run!" Donald quickly grabbed hold of Arieta's hand? wing end Tallon looking thing, pulling her along with him as he ran in the opposite direction from the guards into the Forrest ahead of them.
"ahhh Quack where are we going!" Arieta managed to eek out while being whisked away but Donald's whacky scheme, a light blush touched her cheeks from suddenly being touched upon her wings but she quickly brushed his brash action aside due to the urgency of the situation.
"well I don't really have a plan I just know if we get caught bu those nitwits nothing good will come to us, so we gotta book it outta here pronto!" with his encouraging game plan they both ran off into the woods to lose the shrine guards chasing them.
"Dam it where did they run to" the supposed leader of the shrine guards spoke"quickly split up and comb the forest, they can't have gotten far, I'll make sure they pay for disturbing the sanctity of our holy lake!" he drove the butt end of his halburd to the ground in his rage. the force of the blow cracking the ground below him. these were some tough cookies and they were not going to let dear Donald get away without a fight.