The entire camp was huge, stalagmite-looking rocks. Creatures and bats of all kinds were either fluttering around or roosting on their perch. Mask tried not to inhale too deeply, he knew from countless previous visits that this was one of the dirtiest places on the island. Even so, the scent of dirty, overworked bodies filled his nostrils.
All around him, winged creatures returning from the morning's training flew around. Mask had to dive and tuck in his wings more than once. Most creatures knew already not to cross his path; but one smaller bat, a food collector, made the mistake of flying in front of him. Mask snarled and snapped. To his delight, he tore a tiny piece of it's wing membrane off in his teeth. The bat shrieked and flew away as fast as its wings could carry it.
Nearby creatures veered further away from him, some stared, but Mask ignored them. His eyes were focused on the rock in front of him. Commander Peak. His teeth bared at the sight of it. But he had to go.
Mask swooped upward to reach the peak. He flared his wings as a preparation to slow his descent. As soon as he dropped to all fours he heard another set of wing beats. These ones were bigger though. Mask looked up, a huge winged creature hovered in front of him. It glared at him with slit eyes before it set itself down in front of Mask. It wasn't often Mask saw something bigger than him; at four feet long, he was big, even for his species. But he wasn’t surprised to see it either. The creature’s name was Recbeak- a name which suited him perfectly. He had an extremely long beak that resembled a salt-water crocodile. It extended out as long as one of Mask’s wings and heightened at the end. It reached all the way to over Recbeak’s eyes and finally stopped as sharp horns on the back of his head.
“Report,” Recbeak boomed.
Mask had to resist the urge to pin his ears back at the sharpness of his voice. “Well, the new squadron is doing good . . .” he said, trying to avert his eyes from Recbeak’s furious gaze.
“I want to know about the food,” Recbeak snarled. He took one menacing step toward Mask.
“I-I” Mask stuttered.
“What is your report lieutenant Mask?” Recbeak’s razor-sharp teeth were dangerously close to Mask’s face.
“There is . . . no food,” Mask cringed as Recbeak roared angrily.
“What!”
“We searched all the way up to the border and found nothing. All the prey we haven’t eaten yet has fled.”
“Search harder.”
“We just came back from a two day’s search. My unit is exhausted.”
“You are to call me ‘sir’ when you speak!”
“But-”
“That is an order!”
“Fine. ‘Sir’.” Mask wanted to wrinkle his nose, but thought better of it.
“Good. Now, go out and bring back some meat!”
“Sir, I repeat, my unit is exhausted. We haven’t had anything to eat in three days,”
“I didn’t mean your unit,” Recbeak said.
“Me?” Mask stared at him in confusion.
“Yes, you!”
“But sir-”
“Go or you will die!” Recbeak snapped, opening his massive wings and huge jaws.
Mask swallowed, turned, and took flight. He didn’t bother to look over his shoulder as he flew further and further away.
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