The Authorial Winderwild, the Grounded Winderwild, and the Majestic Winderwild (name unchanged from its natural name) each represented a piece of me, a piece of how I relate to the world.
Obviously, each is a bird...though if you look at the winderwild's structure, it's a bit unusual...still. At its highest level ("majestic", which comes after "fully grown") it can poke out the enemy's eyes, freezing them and making them unable to function. (from the description in-game)
A Farewell to the Winderwilds
Every few years, it seems,
I forget how to remember
the way I used to think
the logic of older dreams
you were my flighted friends
the keepers of all my words
I wanted to be like you
with your mouths as sharp as swords
that wasn't so long ago--
I thought you'd soon return! --
but the world holds many secrets
and some we have to earn
and some will show and vanish
and some will blacken and burn
oh, you had such an endless interest
there was always a page to turn!
I can only respect your power
though some say it makes us weak
a whole way of life, a way of the hour
away in a flash of the beak
I was just so very lonely
with nowhere to rest my feet
and flight started to feel so lowly...
farewell, oh concerns of the earth
and of trying to simply be
farewell to the words of solitude
eyes without light, trying to see
still, there must be something of worth
there is no sacrifice without gain
but will that value ever find
a perch inside a brain?
