It’s a common yet unpredictable occurrence. One day the sky simply shatters over you and a wedge’s burst through your chest. A flash of orange and blue, a ripple, a sizzle of ruptured space and it’s gone, taking you along.
It’s a quick yet brutal death, utterly without fanfare or closure. You are gone, never to be seen again, but it will be back for many more victims. It could strike tomorrow, or it could strike within the minute. It is impossible to say who it will take or when, only that it will, inevitably, take.
Countless members of your family have been lost to it, and although you can no longer remember the min they were the fear left in the wake of their disapearances will never leave you. It’ll do you no good to watch the sky, it makes its home beyond the edge of perception. It’s body moves to fast to parse, but even if you saw it still you would find it difficult to comprehend. It’s anatomy is designed to move slickly through a state of matter that no one has ever seen and lived to tell of. It makes itself known only as the color of death, glittering and vibrant, as it pierces the surface of the world on its hunts.
Kingfishers are impressive little birds, and there’s so many of them. I picked five to draw. Yep, Laughing Kookaburras are in this family! I think Crested ones are my new favorites, they’re so beautiful! I love the way their crests part in the middle and their black, white, and grey feather patterns. I also saw a Belted Kingfisher near my house, it was amazing. I had no idea they were around here.