10/31/12 continued
Or Treat? II.
...a tiny spark that is glowing yellow is embedding itself into yardbyrd's beak. It sends out a sinuous line that wraps itself around yardbyrd's neck and starts to tighten slowly. He tries to speak, but his medallion is wrapped by the yellow line above the YB part around the chain! A weak and small sound comes from his beak, "scuuurrr...scruuuu.urr..." The spot on his beak is spreading quickly! The pock mark and its sinew are now growing an amber-reddish color. Again yardbyrd tries to speak..."scurrr...scaruuucc..." The sinew and its origin are spreading rapidly until yardbyrd is now glowing amber-red. He tries to speak again and this time can be heard clearly, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" He bursts into weak amber flames and repeats his mantra, louder, and more clearly. "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" His head is almost melting as it starts to flatten, his eyes yellow and knowing, growing with it proportionately, and his head turns a glowing golden hue. His cry is loud and strong, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" Long golden feathers are growing out of his new head, his flattened beak looking eagle-like. Suddenly his entire body turns that wheat color, the shade of that precious refined ore, his wings becoming large and finely tapered, his normally webbed and clumsy feet, become massive talons of shining reflective gold. Again the cry, this time even louder, stronger, and longer.
"Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" Yardbyrd is now larger than Roc size! The Roc, hovering above, suddenly jets away into the night sky.
Yardbyrd has transformed into a magnificent gargantuan, golden bird, the moonlight reflecting off his shiny feathers, dances and flickers, beams and shines. Yardbyrd is in there...somewhere...his molting is almost done. The towering bird stretches his wings out, and their golden beauty, almost touches the brownstone on one side and the end of clearing with the tea table on the other. He flaps his wings once and as he lifts off you can hear that odd cry, now somehow, regal and caring, protective and paternal, as his feet burst into furious golden flames, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!"
As yardbyrd/goldbyrd ascends the height the golden flames engulf him totally, getting hotter and brighter, more furious, and yellowish, and when they hit a crescendo of blinding glory and hotness, he slowly starts to dissolve as the flames are destroying him; his feet go first. Then his gorgeous golden legs are slowly turning into ash. The golden flame is almost at his throat and he holds his head straight up, the ends of those long, graceful feathers on his head igniting, you can hear again that amazing cry, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!", fade as the last of yardbyrd/goldbyrd is burned to ashes.
The ashes are falling upon the meadow of Vapeland, not black and heavy, but white and snow-like until there is small mound created there. The wind has died down and the All Hallows Eve moon is shining intensely on the entire landscape. The ashes stir...is it the wind or some other worldly disturbance? A small hole has formed about half way up the ash heap and a tiny orangish protuberance can be seen. Yardbyrd shakes his head, extends his wings, extends his legs and, shimmying rapidly rids himself of the ashes! He pauses, as if in reflection, and hopping straight up into the air freezes there fixed by some odd power, levitated by an arcane force, held aloft, by that dwemonered land, that charge filled air, that brilliant and caring, scientific and mystical, fantastic yet believable, rarefied atmosphere of this...our homeland of the imagination....Vapeland!
Golden beams shoot out of yardbyrd and they begin to spin and warp, wrapping him over and over until he becomes a golden sphere, spitting out beams of light and rising into that wondrous sky you can hear that smooth translated Latin, deep, male, voice clearly as the sphere disappears into the distance:
"Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!............Happy Halloween everyone!"
Or Treat? II.
...a tiny spark that is glowing yellow is embedding itself into yardbyrd's beak. It sends out a sinuous line that wraps itself around yardbyrd's neck and starts to tighten slowly. He tries to speak, but his medallion is wrapped by the yellow line above the YB part around the chain! A weak and small sound comes from his beak, "scuuurrr...scruuuu.urr..." The spot on his beak is spreading quickly! The pock mark and its sinew are now growing an amber-reddish color. Again yardbyrd tries to speak..."scurrr...scaruuucc..." The sinew and its origin are spreading rapidly until yardbyrd is now glowing amber-red. He tries to speak again and this time can be heard clearly, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" He bursts into weak amber flames and repeats his mantra, louder, and more clearly. "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" His head is almost melting as it starts to flatten, his eyes yellow and knowing, growing with it proportionately, and his head turns a glowing golden hue. His cry is loud and strong, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" Long golden feathers are growing out of his new head, his flattened beak looking eagle-like. Suddenly his entire body turns that wheat color, the shade of that precious refined ore, his wings becoming large and finely tapered, his normally webbed and clumsy feet, become massive talons of shining reflective gold. Again the cry, this time even louder, stronger, and longer.
"Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!" Yardbyrd is now larger than Roc size! The Roc, hovering above, suddenly jets away into the night sky.
Yardbyrd has transformed into a magnificent gargantuan, golden bird, the moonlight reflecting off his shiny feathers, dances and flickers, beams and shines. Yardbyrd is in there...somewhere...his molting is almost done. The towering bird stretches his wings out, and their golden beauty, almost touches the brownstone on one side and the end of clearing with the tea table on the other. He flaps his wings once and as he lifts off you can hear that odd cry, now somehow, regal and caring, protective and paternal, as his feet burst into furious golden flames, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!"
As yardbyrd/goldbyrd ascends the height the golden flames engulf him totally, getting hotter and brighter, more furious, and yellowish, and when they hit a crescendo of blinding glory and hotness, he slowly starts to dissolve as the flames are destroying him; his feet go first. Then his gorgeous golden legs are slowly turning into ash. The golden flame is almost at his throat and he holds his head straight up, the ends of those long, graceful feathers on his head igniting, you can hear again that amazing cry, "Scariiiiiiiii-eyeeech!", fade as the last of yardbyrd/goldbyrd is burned to ashes.
The ashes are falling upon the meadow of Vapeland, not black and heavy, but white and snow-like until there is small mound created there. The wind has died down and the All Hallows Eve moon is shining intensely on the entire landscape. The ashes stir...is it the wind or some other worldly disturbance? A small hole has formed about half way up the ash heap and a tiny orangish protuberance can be seen. Yardbyrd shakes his head, extends his wings, extends his legs and, shimmying rapidly rids himself of the ashes! He pauses, as if in reflection, and hopping straight up into the air freezes there fixed by some odd power, levitated by an arcane force, held aloft, by that dwemonered land, that charge filled air, that brilliant and caring, scientific and mystical, fantastic yet believable, rarefied atmosphere of this...our homeland of the imagination....Vapeland!
Golden beams shoot out of yardbyrd and they begin to spin and warp, wrapping him over and over until he becomes a golden sphere, spitting out beams of light and rising into that wondrous sky you can hear that smooth translated Latin, deep, male, voice clearly as the sphere disappears into the distance:
"Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!............Happy Halloween everyone!"
