>>16399428He closes his eyes and waits for his edgy injuries to consume him.
. . .
A bush rustles.
His eyes snap open.
He isn't dead yet.
He isn't dead yet and his friends are approaching to murder him and tear him limb from limb.
As much as he wants to get away, to flee, or maybe fight back if there were only a few of them, he can't. His claws are aching, his wings are just begging for a rest, and his aforementioned leg is bitching for five minutes to itself.
"Haaawww....."
Using a last minute self-defense strategy learned in his extremely early days as a luchador, the hawk covers himself with his wings.
The bush continues to rustle, but
no one bad comes out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69vRIo-AEuw"Moooooommy! I'm gonna play over here for a while!"
A hatless little qt boy emerges from the shrubbery, and upon discovering the Hawlucha, his innocent expression of playful joy that only a child can emit quickly melts into one of concern, "Oh! A-Are you alright? What happened?"
The weakened bird lets out a strained caw, "Haaawwwluch...?"
"Oh yeah! That's right, you can't even talk to me right, can ya? Weeeeell that's okay! We can still be buddies, I promise! I don't-a dis-criminal-nate against minor-trees! O-Oh, um, my name is
Calem! Who are you?"
"Haaawwwwlucha!"
"Hawluchy?"
The bird shakes his head, "Hawlucha!"
"....Hawluchy!~"
"HawLUCHA!"
Assuming that it's a game of some sort, the boy eagerly plays along, "HawLUCHY!"
"Lu--CHA!"
"Lu-CHY!~ I'll call you that from now on!"
The luchador sighs, it's an argument that really isn't going anywhere. Plus it's with a kid, there's not much purpose to begin with. Said kid may be young and extremely naive to the very core, but he's not that dumb, once the game is finished he returns to the top priority concern.
