Ahamay

It dominated the view of the plains from above. The dark mass of movement that equaled bosk. The smell of it rising upwards on the drafts of air. The heat of the mass creating its own weather pattern influencing the updrafts that he rode upon. The color and pageantry of the People .. the wagons ... flags snapping in the wind that drew the predatory avian attention every time.

The Man was there .. he knew. Somewhere among the pool of Humans. The Man was not his master .. he knew no master save the currents of air. Only this .. could impact him. Only his environment. His tool .. could persuade any deviation from his thread of want.

The want of hunger was assuaged for the most part. Though his eye was always trained for the next meal .. that never faded from his directive. It was a primary color that bled into everything.

His relationship with the Man was a strange one. But he did not think about it as you and I might. He did not question it to be normal or strange. He did not question as to whether others of his kind had such relationships. In fact he did not think much on others of his kind. Unless one of them entered his territory and threatened his food source .. or unless one of them jump started his basic need for survival and procreation.

The Man was at some times a source of food .. at others a place to rest in shelter. The Man had been known to solve a problem or two .. strange pain that he could not quite work out himself. And in exchange for these paltry yet useful things he tolerated the Man sharing his conscious. It was an odd sensation ... not that he put that much thought into it. It was odd .. but to him it was simply something that happened once in a while to him. His mind got a little crowded and he found himself doing things he normally would not feel inclined to do. And yet .. he was always left with a sense of well being afterwards that precluded him fighting the Sharing when it did happen.

Today was no different. He rode the currents .. letting them lift him with little effort on his part .. letting them drop him towards the surface of the plains only to climb again .. circling. Eye trained on the grass below .. ever watchful for his own predatory impulse to be triggered. He felt the pull .. that pull ... the Man pull. Circling towards the cliffs that led down into the crack in the soil .. he spied one thing that always got his attention and .. if he had been a thinking kind of being he would have pondered why... for butterflies offered little to no sustenance for the effort. And yet .. there was no resisting the impulse. Again this time was no different ... and he dove from the Sky to snatch the yellow winged insect into his beak. Only then did he take stock of his environment and the other Humans .. but at that point it was too late .. his impulses were taken over and he had only to ride this influence until it was over and that good feeling .. that content sensation washed over him.

Taking a backseat he simply waited as he found himself watching the two Humans. And though he found them of little interest .. the rest of what was inside his brain seemed to find them quite worth the attention.