<sub>"It was never as beautiful as her..."
the tall thrish sighed as he struggled through the foliage, a slight limp to his step as he cradled his arms in his coat out of sight.
"She wont ever come back but i still come here, its all i have left of her....your not even alive Blu...i must be crazy... why are you here?" he said as he looked to the bird perched lazily on his shoulder, the thing now cracking an eye at him from its slumber.
"I'm here because your not" It replied in a surreal way, the Thrish not seeming to bothered by the fact that his Howl had just spoken to him.
"You make no sense..." he groaned, having not really expected the howls words to be of any help.
"Well your Somewhere" it said as it scratched its head with a foot absentmindedly.
Berge didn't answer as he shot a questionable look at the creature on his shoulder, the thrish now pushing his way through some large ferns that had gotten in his way. Coming through them he half stumbled into a wide open clearing, the great shadows of the some Matra jungle mountains seeming to engulf the place entirely. The floor was carpeted with wild baby ferns of the valley and everything was seemingly wall papered with the ever lingering presence of the Matra mists. There was a peaceful sense about the place that couldn't be overlooked, something that softened even the heart of the ruined thrish.
"Surely this beats her" the bird said simply, now burying its white head into its underside to re arrange some misaligned feathers. For a moment Berge paused to look back at the small thing, the bird soon pulling itself away from its feather picking to lean down close to his face.
"It Never did..." he replied quietly with a smile, now making his way through the thick bed of tiny ferns.
"It never does for you..." it finished with a huff, narrowing its hollow black eyes at him, the wooden tags on its feet now clinking together as he moved.
After he had gotten a good ways into the thick of the valley, Berge paused again, suddenly remembering why he was really there.
"I hope they kill me...Even i can only take so much..." Berge said bitterly as he pulled his head away and looked at the mountains behind him, knowing now that he really was there, even though the howl was not.
"Is that why you agreed?" the bird answered quickly, not giving him much room to say much more.
"Well no.....Te"
"Ahh, so its a woman again?"
"I...no i just"
"Its the woman" The bird cut him off, raising itself on his shoulder now and puffing up to look bigger.
With that Berge stopped and glanced at the bird again, not really wanting to answer him now.
"Yes, its the woman"
"Humpfh...Look what shes done to you, how do you even trust her? She lead you here with false pretenses, gave you these things, and now you come back to let her do more? What is wrong with you?"
"I don't honestly care what she does to me...shes the closet thing i have to Pi'ka..."
"Your a love sick IDIOT, look what love gave you, LOOK!"
The bird said nastily, motioning to his arms with one wing.
Slowly Berge looked down at his arms, that of which had been stripped of all the artificilal skin for new precedures and tests that Terra would run on him in the next few days.

"Yes...Look what its done"
"You can't tell me this is what you want?"
"Who would want this?"
"A love sick idiot"
"Then i guess i want this"
"You don't"
"And you know what i want?"
"You already have something"
"What? you? Like thats something"
"You always have something,
You wont have anything left if you let her pick you apart"

Stopping Berge looked down at his arms once again, starring at them for a long while before glancing at the bird and gaining a soft look.

"It will be ok...When this is all over we are going to the North to live...far away from the Matra....and far away from the war........just like me and Pi'ka always planned...."


"Oh yes, that sounds nice..... provided that you will be alive by then" it said with a huff, jumping off his shoulder and disappearing into the mists above before he could answer.
Idly Berge watched as it flew out of sight, rubbing the side of his head after the thing had vanished from view. Pulling his hand away he smeared the blue marks that had been drawn there for the next incisions, the thrish really having forgotten they were even there. Up above Some thrish had been watching him, the bunch of them lazily setting around in the dark as they observed him below.

"There he is mam.......safe and sound...."
A suave voice said as she leaned in to get a better look.
"Bring him to me" A pretty voice replied from the mic on her head, so sweet sounding it was hard to associate it with the scruffy looking female it was speaking to.

"Yes ma'am"
She said shortly, before turning and motioning for the others to follow her back into the forest.</sub>


SHORT DESCRIPTION IS NO LONGER SHORT
Oh well
Just some little tidbit of stuff i spit out
Not perfect obviously

Painting of Berge with his DEAD howl Blu in the Jungles of the Matra, not far off from the facility were Berge goes through Terra's Allum bounding procedures. Here he is kind of confused, and has actually wondered away after being left alone in the facility, having been drugged to an obvious point of hallucination. He's more talking to himself here then anything, HIS CONSCIOUS. Terra has noticed he is missing and sends for him to be looked for in the jungle, it not long before they find him.
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yea thrish do have noses, ive just been too lazy to draw them. People keep saying they look like birds so ill be LESS LAZY
i guess

He is MUCH younger here, which is why he seems to have more hair. hes probably in his 30's here, when in the present he is like 70 :'|||


POOR BERGE HE JUST WANTS HIS PI'KA BACK





Berge, Blu and Concepts (c) to me and should not be reused in any roleplays, websites, blogs, or avatars in anyway.