Wings in the Shadow of Grief
Monarcho bravely flew through the dense forests of the North and encountered Luna, an elegant companion with iridescent wings. "Who are you, noble butterfly, and where does your flight lead you?" inquired Monarcho. Luna, enveloped in golden sunbeams, replied, "I am Luna, on a journey to the southern paradise. My heart longs for the warm realms of Michoacán."
The two butterflies continued to fly side by side, exchanging their stories. "I feel a special connection to a hero named Homero Gómez González," shared Monarcho. "Have you heard of him, Luna?"
Luna respectfully inclined her wings. "Yes, Homero is known in the butterfly lands. A brave protector of our kind. His name is carried from flower to flower, like a gentle breeze."
The majestic mountains that Monarcho crossed provided an epic backdrop to their flights. As they approached the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, Monarcho felt the tension in the air. Luna whispered, "We are entering a realm of change, Monarcho. Here, the paths of nature and humanity intersect."
In a poignant scene, the two butterflies observed Homero's patrols. Luna said, "Homero fights with a courageous heart. But humanity is a complex being, and nature suffers from its decisions."
In the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, Homero and a group of passionate environmentalists gathered. "Friends," began Homero, "the Monarch butterflies are not just butterflies; they are a symbol of the fragility of nature. We must unite our forces to protect them from the deforestation threatening their home."
Elena, an experienced environmentalist, stepped forward. "Homero, we know the dangers are real, but we are here to stand side by side with you. Nature needs our voices, and we must raise them loud and clear."
A young activist named Diego added, "We must not only protect the Monarch butterflies but also the forests themselves. They are our common heritage, and it is our responsibility to preserve them for future generations."
Homero nodded in agreement. "Let us form patrols, launch information campaigns, and raise awareness in the community. Together, we can ignite a movement that protects not only the Monarch butterflies but also our habitat."
The environmentalists exchanged looks of determination, and Maria, a naturalist, suggested, "Let us also speak with the local communities, Homero. If we can win them over to the beauty and significance of these forests, they will support us."
Homero smiled gratefully. "You are right. The connection between humans and nature is crucial. Together, we can unleash a force stronger than any threat. Let us embark on this mission in the name of the Monarch butterflies and our planet."
The environmentalists raised their hands in unity, and in this dialogue, the seed of a movement was planted, aiming to protect not only the Monarch butterflies but also the forests of Michoacán.
Night descended over the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve as Monarcho and Luna, burdened by the sad news, floated across the sky. The moon cast gentle shadows on their shimmering wings.
The two butterflies decided to take a pause in a secluded part of the forest to gather their thoughts. In a quiet dialogue between them, Monarcho spoke, "Luna, Homero was a hero. His courage will live on in our wings, but we must also be vigilant. The danger is real."
Luna nodded sadly. "Yes, Monarcho. Our mission is more important than ever. The Monarch butterflies and nature need us. But we must proceed wisely to avoid the same fate."
While the two butterflies lingered in the silence of the forest, threatening sounds suddenly echoed. A shadow approached, and a rough voice said, "You are no strangers, you little fluttering beings. You have seen and heard too much."
A member of the drug cartel emerged from the darkness, eyes cold and sinister. Monarcho and Luna felt the danger in the air. In a desperate dialogue, they tried to plead their innocence, but their words faded in the impenetrable thicket of the threat.
Suddenly, the silence was pierced by a painful scream. Homero Gómez González, the hero of the El Rosario Butterfly Preserve, was silenced by the darkness of the forest. Monarcho and Luna witnessed with horror as the drug cartel silenced the voice of nature.
The forest, once filled with life and beauty, became a witness to a terrible crime. Monarcho and Luna, marked by sorrow and anger, fluttered away, carrying their mission even more resolutely in their hearts.
The story of the Monarch butterflies and their brave protector took a dark turn. Yet, in the wings of the butterflies, the flame of resistance and protection continued to burn. Monarcho and Luna vowed that the Earth would know their story and that the legacy of Homero Gómez González would never extinguish in the wings of the Monarch butterflies.
Oh heavenly Father,
We pray to You for Homero Gómez González, a heroic protector of the Monarch butterflies. Bless his soul, may his sacrifice be recognized and valued. Comfort the grieving hearts.
May the delicate wings of the Monarch butterflies dance in Your light, bearing witness to Your creation. Inspire us through Homero's devotion to be good stewards of nature, for the generations to come and to the honor of Your sacred work.
Through Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, we pray.
Amen.
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I have always head-cannoned that each of the different clans would have different wing types but I never really sketched them out too much until now!
I will now go into why I made them the way they are, read if you dare •_•
Spriton: felt like the speedy and strong combo fit them pretty well so of course we had to go with the dragonfly-like wings.
Drenchen: pretty standard from the books here, more fin than wing as they’re meant to be used in the water more than air
Stonewood: these guys always reminded me of your stereotypical moth for some reason, maybe it’s because they hang out in the forest flocking around this one really big light but hey that’s just me.
Grottan: speedy and good at turning since they’ve gotta navigate all those tight spaces in the caves. Which, speaking of caves, there aren’t really a whole lot of flying cave bugs to go off of for this so we’re just gonna say that since the Grottans are sister clans to the Vapra they’ve evolved from there.
Vapra: since their mascot is the unamoth I wanted to use similar wing shapes and combined it with a comet moth. They’ve very pretty wings what can I say. They are easily the biggest wings out of the other 7 clans, with Grottan or Sifa in a close second.
Dousan: the smallest wings out of the bunch since the Dousan might not fly on their own as much considering the hot hot sun and the use of crystal skimmers for transport. They’ve got the little wing-tassel bits cause I feel like it would fit their vibe.
Sifa: since the Sifa are kind of the melting pot of all the clans I wanted their wings to be a bit of everything, the top wing shape and size from the Grottan, Vapra, and spriton, with the wing tassel things from the Dousan, the bottom wing shape from the Stonewood, and some webbing(?) connecting the wings together from the Drenchen (they’re out on the water a lot, who says they aren’t water comparable?). Essentially they are a mess. Wings can change depending on if they are related more to one clan than another, and they are by far the most varied wings out of all 7 clans.
AND THAT IS ALL I AM NOW GOING TO BED GOODNIGHT EVERYONE.
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So, talking about my au with a friend of mine and-
Basically, I can imagine Vaggie, Charlie, and Emily all bantering and arguing about which bird is the best cause;
Charlie: Duck
Vaggie: Hawk(stealing that from the HEF au)
Emily: Dove
So they always banter which bird is the best, Emily has a great sense of direction and only need to look at a map once, Charlie has waterproof wings, and Vaggie can fly super fast
They eventually drag Husk in, specifically Emily liek "Dad!! Dad what type of brid are you!?" Dragging dad into your fights is a must
He responds "Dracula Parrot." And the girls immediately stopa nd spend the next 2 hours researching and Emily asks him a bunch of questions
"They eat flowe- is that what happened to those father day flowers I gave you!?" "Was I....not supposed to eat those??" "I mean- it's your flowers you can do whatever you want with them but like- I- I just thought you took them up to your room!!" ".....they tasted good with that helps??" "....it does actually"
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