Dog Descriptive Writing

Panting, I clung to a single branch, somehow withstanding the winds blown by the giant bird, powerful enough to rival tornadoes, Itsuki tucked in my jacket, held by my free arm. After a while, I managed to slowly, inch-by-inch, foot-by-foot, I squirmed up until the bird was only a few meters away. Moving my precious dog to my back, I murmured, “Hold on, lil’ guy. Don’t fall off, ‘kay?” With that, his paws dug a little more into my back. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I waited for the split second between gusts, and made my leap of faith, then quickly snatching a refrigerator-sized feather from the humongous creature’s beautiful, brown plumage. It shone so magnificently in the sunlight… and now I was up against it, it was coarse, yet soft and comforting, I could rest on

them for-
“scREEEEEE!”
Bewildered, I nearly fell off the feather, head wildly spinning, trying to locate where the sound came from, and then realized, first, that the screech came from the bird I was on, and second, Vedrfolnir had noticed that I grabbed one of its feathers, and very obviously did not appreciate it.

Mentally slapping myself to get over the hypnotizing beauty of the feathers which glistened so beautifully in the sunli-
“Agh!” I grunted, trying to focus on my task.
I tugged at the feather, to no avail, and Vedrfolnir definitely was not happy about my efforts. To put this situation in perspective, an ant is trying to pull out of one of your hairs, and I’m sure that accurately describes the thought process Vedrfolnir was going through. It shook its body violently as an attempt to knock me off, but I held fast. Screeching louder, Vedrfolnir blew winds down at me, forcing me down to the very tip of the feather, all the while ascending higher in the air, gaining hundreds of feet with each beat of its wings. I slipped more, soon grasping the feather by the tip. Then I don’t know what happened. I guess maybe something sparked, something to make me not give up. Or maybe a deity gave me

strength for some reason, whichever it was, I don’t know and never found out. Whatever it was, I felt a burst of determination and strength, and started climbing the oversized plumage. After a lot of aching muscles, hundred-mile winds, and struggling, I manage to get to the root of the feather. All my strength had abandoned me, and I feebly pulled at the feather, screaming at it, as if it would magically detach by the sheer force of my vocal chords. And somehow, it worked! The feather fell off, and glided down on it, and that part of the quest was complete. I. Wish. No, it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t a clear, paved road. Much the opposite. I slipped downwards, my strength that had come so suddenly left just as quick. Despair filled me, and in the same moment, I felt a pressing motion on my back… where Itsuki was. I gaped as my loved pet leaped at the stem, and ripped it out of the bird, using his claws to cut it from the bird. Imagine an ant ripping out your hair and you have the basic idea. Vedrfolnir apparently did not like having a feather ripped out, and then screeched. It happened all in the fraction of a second, but spanned the time of many millenia. In a violent wrench, Vedrfolnir twisted, throwing the feather, now detached, me, and Itsuki off the creature. We were so high, and thankfully, the feather blocked the brunt of the impact from me. My relief was short-lived, brutally murdered. Itsuki had no parachute-like objects to save him, unlike me. He plummeted. I regretted my good eyesight. We must’ve been hundreds of meters in the air, and he cut through it all, not unlike a steak knife cuts butter. And I saw him crumple on branches far below, his lifeless figure sprawled over the bones of my mother.