Fish in a Barrel
An unspecified date, an unspecified time, an open stretch of the illimitable Pacific. Shortly before things change. An albatross examines the waters below from a comfortable altitude of fifty meters, fluctuating as it lets thermals carry it along...
Choices
The avian watched as his red targeting circle zeroed in on one of the fighters.
Metal-Heads:Caught in a Mosh
Exclaimed the avian. "you two are going to be something special. you were perfect together when you were just friends." said derek when he had recovered as well.
Chapter V
Standing there was a blue and red avian. alexander thought it was falco. "uh...falco is it?" the avian nodded his head. "yeah the names falco, fox forgot to get you a communicator and so he sent me down here to retrieve you."
Lost
Falco was sitting at the table with peppy, the avian toiling away at his custom assault blaster, a beast of a weapon, strong enough to melt through tank armor.
Chapter 2
On the way he was formulating his plan when he bumped into a disgruntled avian. that avian was none other then falco lombardi foxs oldest friend and most trusted member of his team. "what the hell was that for fox" yelled falco.
Goldeneyes Chapter 5
His thick powerful legs had hooved feet, and his forearms had avian scales, which ended in clawed hands. his bright avian eyes bore a deep blue color. and his massive wings caught the gentle breeze of his mother's dream. "these are my grandparents?"
In the Darkness...
The avian was plowing through his food without a care in the world. "doesn't it bother you?" fox asked his friend. "does what bother me?" the bird demanded as he took a sip of his water.
Star Fox Chronicles: Chapter 27: A Blustery Titania
Unlike the previous event of waking up right into the freezing cold of Fichina, I slowly opened my crusted eyes to a hotter territory, a much hotter one. From the second I could tell it was hot I was already brimming with sweat, which grossly stuck to...
[Teaser] By Duskfall
The lykain and liunerthan exchanged looks before the wolf went back to his own station and the avian leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms out. the crew then fell into an eerie silence as they focused on their individual tasks.
Welcome Aboard
Came the helpful reply of a less overly-dressed spaceman, some avian looking lass, sporting a senior spaceman's chevrons.
The Gryphon's Meal
The rabbits protest was interjected by the avian tongue of the gryphon as it wrapped about his neck and face, muffling him as it covered and matted his fur with thick saliva.