Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-25601775-20140720045739/@comment-4211788-20140930061809

The hawk runs for his life, his lungs are bursting. He's petrified of the masses behind him. Though it took him time, he had no choice but to run out of Ta-Koro.

Though this seems to have not gotten Hiero in the right path. He's now cornered with angry civilians every where. He hangs close to a cliffs edge that leads to a misty pit. With little breathing space or time to think, Hiero back flips into the cliffside.

The civilians pause to ponder what they should do. One speaks out "Is he dead?.."

Another quickly interrupts the speaker. "Good riddance, I hope that pesky hawk dies. He should have never killed our mentor. We've to let the other tribes know! This thing must be put down"

Meanwhile, Hiero's plunging seems almost endless. The pit was much deeper than what he had expected. Resourcefully though, Hiero remembered how to slow his fall due to the training he took with Aiwa. He carried as much grace as he did when he had his old wings.

Gentl