Day 5 - Entry 2

I have to record this quickly because I don’t know how much time I have before the harry one comes to end my life for attacking it. Yes, it was stupid, fates sake I am so very boned right now. OK, I just need to calm down and get it recorded. This way if my brethren come to save me at least they will know what happened. OK, from the beginning. Know this, my people, if I die a violent death, it will be either by the hand of my captor or by my greatest fear, starvation.

Just moments ago the harry one borough my evening ration. I had decided earlier today that I was going to stand my ground this time. No more running to cover when either of my human captors entered the sleeping chamber. So as I sit, pretending not to care about whatever it was doing, things got weird.

As the harry one was sitting down the food he was looking directly at me. I thought I had successfully put on the air of one that cares not for the servants who bring their food. But as he was looking at me, and I could feel myself being drawn into his gaze. Before long, there I was, eyes locked with my mortal enemy listening to him talk to Rufus in a really condescending tone. I remember thinking that if I were Rufus I would be generally upset over the tone the harry one was using. He spoke as though Rufus was a child not yet able to walk on their own.

Yes, I actually got upset for Rufus and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. But between the belittling conversation the harry one was having with an invisible it, the fact that I could not break my eyes away from his gaze, honestly, I just snapped, that thing in my mind that anchors me to reality broke and all I could do was watch what I did next. Before I knew what I was doing, I had already made it up the harry one's arm and was rounding his shoulder, talons fully extended. At first, he was either in shock or had not grasped the gravity of the situation. Then I felt his shoulders tense as I open my mouth to show its neck that I had more weapons than just talons. And I would have made it too, if not for this body and its stupid tail connected to the back of me. It makes a perfect handle in situations like this.

The Harry one grabbed it, and with one quick jerk my talons loosened from his second skin armor and I fell short of my target, but I still held on. With a second and much stronger jerk, I was sailing through the air to land on the top of the resting platform, of which I was pleasantly surprised at how soft it is. Why had I been sleeping on the hard cold floor when I could have been kicking it up here. If I live I am going to change that.

Then it did something so terrible that I am having a difficult time even writing it down. It reached back down and picked up the circlet containing the fresh food it had just brought and walked out of the sleeping chamber. I would much rather die by the hand of the harry one than succumb to a slow painful death brought on my insides eating my outsides.