here's a story ...
... of a beast covered in feathers, horns atop his head, and wings that would spread as far as the eyes could see. These stories and myths are passed down through the generations of the humans of the land. These beasts were feared, but also, admired.
Known to come in the silence of the night, the feathered creatures would take a chosen child. It was said, that the chosen child would do good, would provide for the village in some way, to earn a power unlike any other. Yet, this was never to happen. The children .. never returned.
But an incredible event happened, something that was unforseen by any wise man. A Trico, fell from the very skies, whilst carrying a child he had claimed. The rain was heavy, and the storms were loud. The thunder had struck the beast in mid-flight, sending him to sleep. His fall not only surrendered him and wounded him, but it also freed him. Trapped by the power of the mechanical gods that owned him. He had awoken in the depths of darkness, where the creatures that were of no use would rot. It was here they would stay, and here they would die.
His first awakening was met with the very child he had claimed prior, but now, the beast held the animal instincts he truthfully held all along. He showed caution, and uncertainty, but also, curiosity. But something about that child changed everything, and the compassion, and heart of that boy, was seen from the eyes of the beast. From pure innocent, formed a ever growing bond of love that could seemingly never be broken.
It is said that this child that spoke to the creature, was the 'chosen one', for it was but he that broke free from the man eating beast's grip, and dug deep into the depth of its heart to reveal its true inner beauty and elegance. And that, is undeniable, as many would tell from past encounters.
The beast, Trico, holds a kind and gentle heart on his chest of feathers. With animal instincts driving him all the way. There is a level of understanding and vigilance about him that an intelligent and educated creature would display from learning from his surroundings. Very curious and also child like in mannerism, Trico seems to find much joy when it is from others own happiness, and has actually adapted to the humans and animals of the world with quite an observant nature behind him. Although not capable of mimicking speech, this divine mythical beast communicates through feline like vibrations of his throat, and depending on his mood, these are quite clear from anger to happiness.
Yet, there is another obvious display of mood in these unique creatures, and it is said that it is seen through their eyes. Those brilliant eyes change tones of hue depending on the animals mood. Anger is represented through white, and fear is pink, however, this colour can also be joy and excitement too. Those eyes will express much to a person, if you were of course, willing to read them. After all, it would take a pure heart to do so.
Everything about this incredible creature cannot be explained through mere word via mouth, without having to experience them first hand. An elegance and pure innocence that cannot be described unless you were truly there. And that, is something only you yourself, can embrace.
So I urge you to take that little step closer, and reach out... to meet the euphoric feat, that is Trico.
through my eyes
The featherless two legged animals were now one with him here in this realm of tall structures and strange objects. He could not help but find everything that they did, curious, and rather fascinating. Those powerful amber eyes were sharp to study and follow each one of the pink fleshed creatures that walked by, the small shapes being over shrouded by the giant feathered beast. They did not take any mind to him however, but this did not bother him at all, rather, it gave the animal an opportunity to lower the magnificent snake like neck downward, and have the beak like muzzle hovering about the hard stiff floor. By doing this, it allowed him to get just a bit closer. Just a bit.
Not many were afraid of him, but the occasional few were cautious in their steps. Somewhat watching him from the corner of their vision. Trico could sense the uncertainty from their scent, and those large nostrils snuffed the air to take it in. This very fear and concern was not what the beast liked to smell. He understood the fear that these creatures felt too. He understood too. And that was what he remembered from the smaller pink fleshed two leg. But that fear faded away, and it grew into something way more nice smelling after a while. It smelt strongly of pleasantry and euphoria. It smelt happy.
These ones in front of him though, were not this happy smell, and a small quiet whine escaped the depths of his massive throat. It only made the smell stronger, and the fleshies stepped backward, moving their small paws faster to retreat. This saddened the beast deeply, the larger ears flickering in distress until he lifted that massive head back up again. His maw parted, and a bellow escaped in a sign of sorrow. The eyes flickered a hue of white, showing the suffering he felt toward this bitter tang of fear on his tongue. He did not like this. He did not like this one bit. But that could not be changed, because they were gone now. Instead, the attention he had snapped fast back to the present time, where another soft skinned creature stood beneath his feet. And this time, it tasted different. It tasted sweet.
Eyes once more resettled to a brilliant yellow, and the ears perked up high. The scaled footclaws of the avian species somewhat fiddled beneath him until a quiet low toned mewl left his throat. The head, so hefty, softened downward to the smaller one. It was similar to the other one he met, and shared much trust toward. This one too, smelt of no fear, but instead, smelt of that familiar joyous aroma. Happiness. This excited the beast, and he leaned his head forward, nestling his nose toward the chest of the individual. The light hearty giggle made his ears ring, and immediately he nestled his snout to nuzzle and feel the beat of the heart. They were enjoying this, and so was he. And as soon as those small hands felt the somewhat brittle texture of his muzzle, it had the giant churr in a most pleasant way.
He was now, happy. And it seemed to effect the other creatures around this one. Because that smell began to broaden. And his nostrils fueled with it. It was getting bigger, and bigger, and many more began to come over. The laughter emanated into the town area, and the bigger man that stood besides the Trico seemed to chuckle also. He sighed from his chest, allowing the smaller beings to come and greet the beast, a flock of humans coming to pet, and provide affection to the lovable giant. There was no harm to be had here. And in all honesty, Trico would not want it any other way.