#elytrian

My fic based on the Eleonora's falcon's whumpy hunting strategies is here! Summary:

For generations, a certain population of Eleonora’s Falcons have been observed learning to capture smaller birds by shredding their wings and trapping them in rocky crevices to have fresh food available later. In the Avian tongue, Eleonora translates to Elytrian. In the Avian brain, Elytrian translates to nightmare. But while Avian Techno is dreading the moment he’s turned into lunch, Elytrian Philza hasn’t slept in three days trying to take care of his newborn. When the line between chick and chick food starts to blur, how will predator and prey handle it?

Design details below cut :) featuring lots of speculative biology and culture based on real birds.

Tommy wasn't sure what had happened to his father, but his mother told him he had to replace him as the new Angel of Death.

It was confusing- still is- considering how his mother had avoided talking about Phil, for whatever reason and the fact that Phil hadn't shown his face or sent a crow to him for years now.

Tommy had thought his father and he were close. He had thought that they had a good relationship. But then, Phil left. Left him to clean up the mess he left behind by not acknowledging his duties as the Angel of Death. It had stung and it still did.

It was.. hard to adjust to, at first, with screaming mortals begging not to die and guiding them to his mother, but it got easier. After a while.

He had gotten good at it, he would think. His mother seemed proud of him, talking about how he was quite literally a better version of his father. Or a worse version when one thinks about the things he had to do to get where he was.

Nonetheless. Tommy was traveling when he came across a familiar name. QSMP, short for Quackity's SMP.

It was completely by accident, at first, he didn't even want to join, but then he heard rumours about an old Elytrian living there, nurturing.. dragon eggs.

Figuring it couldn't hurt to see who was on the Server, he joined, albeit secretly with nobody knowing he was even there.

It was a mistake, he would soon learn.

He had observed the people, watching from the shadows until he came across a familiar Elytrian.

Phil. His dad. Playing with two dragon eggs. Staying with two dragon eggs instead of him.

Tommy didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to think or feel or do.

His father had left him for a dragon's eggs? Left him for another life? Replaced him?

One dragon egg looked in his direction, having noticed him. It came closer while Philza was distracted.

And Tommy was not happy.

shes so creature shes so bird shes so glorious I love her

shes for a minecraft smp im in!!! and damn does her lore. Go Deep

anyway more sketches under the cut

What About My Wings?

"Hey dad.."

"Yeah Wil?"

"When.. when am I getting my wings?"

"What?"

"You have wings, very big crowly wings! So when am I getting mine?"

Philza, an Elytrian..able to fly, wings grew pretty somewhat fast as he got older and with the help of Kristin and her magic.. that also helped. But now that she's gone.. Wilbur's wings haven't seem to grow a bit.. they still remained the same..size. just very short, barley growing.

"Uhm, well, well you do have wings son! I mean, you have..some wings.!" Philza rolls up the back of the child's shirt revealing small, very tiny black wings.. Wilbur side eyes Phil with a disappointed expression, as his dad nervous smile frowns "They're still weak dad.." Wilbur commented. Weak.. was one way to put it. Wilbur was only 14.. his wings should've grown a bit bigger by now..

"Well.. I guess...uh.. I can try something to help them grow. Maybe, maybe like a spell of some type?"

"Really?!" Wilbur's eyes beamed in excitement

"Uhm.. Y-yeah, but it'll take some time.. trying to find the right books...and spell so you-you need to be patient okay?"

"Okay! In fact, I'm going to bed right now! Good night dad!"

"Night son.."

Night time came and as it started Wilbur was fast asleep in his bed, while Wilbur was sleep Philza went into the room with the bookshelves.. the little library room. The man flicked the lights on, 12 crows on his shoulders "Alright guys, it's time to search." And searching the birds did Philza also helped, for hours...and hours..to the point where the sun was almost up. Both the little murder of crows and Phil were getting tired. Each book they looked in had different spells for something else, not what they wanted.. Flight

"UGH DAMMIT... Why is this so..so hard to find...?! It's hopeless! Wilbur's wings are never going to grow! Unless you guys have any ideas..." The crow group responded with sad expressions.. Philza sighed heavily wing ears downing "God! I-I don't wanna break Wilbur's heart but..I guess I have no other choice.. Well I'm gonna tell the news.. AHH!"

A book smacked the sad crow in the face, an old decayed looking book..dusty cover brown book "Who- Who did that??" Philza asks holding the side of his face the birdy culprit revealed itself as robotic half crow peeking out through the shelves Brian. "You!? Wait... you've been here this whole time Brian?? Wait.. what kind of book is this..?" Once the book lifted, the book breathes.. No hesitation Phil drops the book. The startled Elytrian wipes the dust off his hand "Uh! I- I don't think we should open this book.!"

The crow's blankly glared at Philza, as Brian opened up the dusty book with his feathers.. the book automatically went into a page.. A page about growing wings.. the crows smiled Philza still had a look of worried on his face.. The page had foreign language on it.. despite that Phil did recognize the language.. and the thing catching him somewhat off guard was the bottom warning.. It.. it was in English.

"Cautiously use this, be very wary. Stains are gonna stick to you and you might pay the price for that."

"What...even does that mean..?" Phil thought to himself squinting his eyes on the small warning. With reading the warning.. Phil still felt skeptical about this but.. what other choice did he have..? He, he couldn't just let his son down.. he couldn't let his son down.. Philza closed the book and waited for sun to rise in the morning

Wilbur woke up to the beautiful warm sun beaming on him and then, a voice.. Tommy's voice. "WILBAH! PHIL WANTS YOU!!" "Coming..." The sleepy child replied rubbing his eye. The first thing the yellow sweater child sees is Phil. Phil with a book in his hand gesturing Wilbur and raising his eyebrows "Good morning mate! You ready to get your wings to work?" The sudden question woke up Wilbur instantly, the child raised his fist in the air excited as hell, dragging the crow father outside

"Alright, alright stay still this might...hurt.. Hopefully it won't...!"

Philza placed his hand on Wilbur's back raising the other hand up as it glowed purple..and with the other hand black chanting the dark language just whispering it to himself, and finally wings grew up big and bold no pain seemed to be happening either. Good. "Okay I'm done." Phil replied. Wilbur excitedly jumped off his seat and ran off.

Something still didn't feel right "What, what...the hell is wrong with my hands..why..." They were still darken from the magic...? Why..? Did he just used dark magic on his son?! What did he just do?! Why.. "DAD!!" Wilbur's shouted snapped Philza outta his panicked thoughts.

Philza turned to see Wilbur petting his brand new big wings. "Wilbur is.. is uh, everything okay? Are you okay?" Philza asks with alittle bit of worry, hiding his hands behind his back "Dad I don't know what you did...but THEY'RE AMAZING! LIKE-LIKE THIS SO COOL!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!" The happy child hugged the somewhat tall bird father tightly and warmly.

Nothing bad seems to be happening.. nothing yet... Maybe.. everything's actually fine and whatever type of spell he used wasn't dark.. Maybe hopefully..

Philza watched as Wilbur flew around happily then trouble landing properly

"Heya kiddo you want some flying lessons so you don't get yourself killed?" Philza asks in a jokingly manner

"Yeah! Y-yeah that'll be very nice!"

The two go up in sky, Wilbur kinda having trouble standing still or in his case flying still in the air Phil chuckled to himself, covering up his hands with green gloves, grabbing Wilbur's small hands and gently fluttered his wings making them move slowly

"Flying is kinda like walking on air.. sorta.. well that's how I always saw it.. I'm gonna let you go Wil..!"

"Uhm dad.."

"It, it's okay Wil, now just fly towards me!" The old crow slowly floated away from his son giving him space to move the boy struggled to move properly constantly kicking his feet into nothing trying to supposedly..speed up..

That's not how it works.

"Wil you don't, don't need to rush yourself-- ACK!!"

Oof somehow the child rammed their little head right into Phil's chest causing the two of them to crash into the ground. Philza lost something

"Dad, are you okay?"

(cough)"Goddamn kid why didju- How did you you even do THAT?! What were you even trying..to d-do..?"

"I was trying to get close to you but I messed up I guess... Sorry for headbutting you..so hard."

"I-it's fine mate." The crow coughed again this time actually covering his mouth.. with his hand. His blackened hand Oh no.. Where- where did his gloves go?? Philza panicked scattering around the ground not even noticing Wilbur's eyes sparked curiously, making him grab Phil's hand

"Whoa! What's with your hands dad??"

"NOTHING!!" The startled bird cawed snatching his hand away "N-no...I..uh I-I mean.. I.. uh.. I uhm I got inked by a Octopus is what happened..hehe.." Philza replied laughing nervously trying to calm himself down and also make an excuse for his cursed hands.. wanting out of the conversation And just wanting to leave in-general. He felt tired. He didn't want Wilbur's attention on himself.. He felt uncomfortable "Hey Wil, how about you keep trying to fly- Don't crash into anything! I mean, uh, keep flying and be careful... I'm gonna head near a river and... And hopefully clean this...ink up."

"Okay Dad!" Wilbur happily replied

The crow aimlessly wondered around till he found a nearby river dipping his hands into it...but nothing happened.. His hands remained the same "What..? Why- why can't it.. Wh-wh-wh-WHY won't this come off! What the hell.." Phil suddenly remembered the warning from the spell..and then it hit'em Stains are gonna stick to you. Stains.. his hands are now permanently stained...? He...he cursed himself and his child.. he used dark magic on his own son. How could he..do such a thing?! What was wrong with him-

"OW!"

"H-Huh! W-Wilbur are you....okay?"

"Yeah I think so..! I think I'm getting the hang of flying now! Well atleast backwards... See?" The child open his arms flying gently backwards

"That's good son! That... that's great....?" Wilbur's wings seemed to have grown slightly bigger than before...? Phil couldn't tell if he should be concerned or not... Nothing bad seems to be happening yet.. but he can't shake his worries out of his head. Maybe... resting would do the trick.. hopefully.

"Uhm hey Wil, I'm gonna head inside..if you need me..."

"Kay later dad!" The young elytrian waved bye.. and yet Phil didn't really respond back.. and just continued to head towards the house.

Finally Phil felt somewhat less anxious compared from the outside though his nerves were still lingering, the more he looked at his twisted hands "God... God I need to calm down.. He-he's fine.. he's.. I-I need.. STOP! Stop panicking.. he's fine! He's-- Huh..?" The library..? He somehow ended up in the library..? He was slowly getting overwhelmed with panic he somehow wondered unconsciously towards the room that made him feel.. safety.

Philza at first slightly confused, then decided not to question it, and grab a random book and rest on the floor..

"......"

"Zzz..." Philza fell asleep..

Few hours later Philza eventually wakes up, the first thing the crow father sees is pink fur...? Oh wait...its Technoblade. The little piggy had his head resting on Phil's lap.

"Mm...Techno?"

"Hi Phil." Techno casually replied opening his eyes, he didn't seemed sleepy at all.. Phil rubbed his eyes and yawned "God.. mate how...how long was I out..?"

"You were sleeping for quite awhile... maybe too long it's dark out now.."

"How's Wilbur doing..?"

"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about...Phil"

"...h-huh...?"A pained pit filled Phil's stomach.. Techno slowly got up from Philza's lap drooping his ears down

"T-Technoblade....?"

"Well Phil, I was... getting done with putting Tommy to bed, and...and then I saw Wilbur outside the window.. His wings... Those wings you gave him.. they've seemed to have grown big. Too.. BIG.."

Phil's heart rate was slowly racing...he tried to calm himself down clenching his heart locket, hands trembling just waiting for something building up--

Technoblade gently gripped Phil's shaking arms.

"Phil, Wilbur landed on the..ground then collapsed.."

"Wh...what are you..." Phil muttered voice cracking shaking even more tears slowly rising

".....I don't think he was breathing..Philza..."

Philza's heart broke.

Philza's screamed...

Instinctively ran outta the library, heading towards the living room, then the outside. Spotting the first thing horrified the scared crow.

"NO!! WILBUR!!" Philza shrieked tears slightly screwing up his vision Wilbur's eyes were closed, wings were big..just like Technoblade told him. They were large.. too large for a child's body..

"OPEN YOUR EYES WILBUR PLEASE!! PLEASE!! PLEASE CAN YOU HEAR ME!!"

"D a d . . . hi.." Wilbur's eyes opened. There was no sparkle though.. there was nothing but emptiness.. soulless.. he was still smiling despite the situation...

"W-Wilbur...." Philza whispered.. tears still raining from his eyes

Wilbur's smiled faded as his skin turned cold.. His huge wings faded into ash revealing his old small weak avian wings..

Wilbur was dead and Philza screamed continued to hold his child in his arms nothing came out but distraught babbles and stutters trying to find a proper way to say "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry my little Icarus.."

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Present day...

"Hey Wil..."

Yeah Tommy?"

"When- when can I get wings?"

"Ooh uhm well... Uhm I dunno Toms. I mean, the last time I got wings it... It didn't really end up so well.."

"What do you mean..?"

"Well.. Long time ago Phil tried to make me better wings... but uhm they y'know kinda killed me... somehow.. but at the same time they didn't.. I was kinda ghostly... More or less Phantommy I guess you can say.. Not even Phil was able to see me.. which is kinda surprising considering that he's y'know the angel of-of death or whatever.."

"That sounds... Kinda crazy...and COOL! Hey Phil can you try to make me a phantom!"

Philza turns to Tommy with a fearful expression twisting n gripping his heart locket panicky breathing

"Phil..you good?"

"Nice job Tommy you broke him"

“And as the Earth runs through the ground, oh god, it’s you that I welcome death with as the world caves in.”

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