This Flock

Kingfisher, or King, is a 23 year old male that can fuse with his birds, something other Nests can't do.

He is a Receiver that can take upon the physical attributes of the birds and can utilise their wings and control over electricity, as well as strengthen his connection with them to essentially have eyes on every location in an area he wants.

He's the one that has saved the area from what I'm now knowing as the Intrusion, or as he calls them, Kings of Infestation.

He called forth a storm that can target tiny ass insects in groups and on their own and leave a charred mess. People taken over by these bugs, Drones Maggie calls em, had also joined the attack, one of them managing to have a conversation with King before he struck them down.

Apparently the birds have overstayed their welcome on the Intrusion's territory. The birds and King are literally throwing up a storm out of the blue when it's meant it be a hot ass night with clear skies.

Tawny, as Maggie calls here, is another Receiver that's apparently able to move large locations around her into the same beach of storms I once dreamt of. Because of this, she can isolate areas by moving say, an entire house to this beach.

My house is literally now a waterfront home in some other-world while it's plot of land is being a war-zone that I can't seem to find anything strange being reported on the internet. Not to mention they want to make me one of them now, for my safety they say. I've locked myself into my room and so far no ones come knocking aside from Maggie asking to talk. I ignored her.

This place is taking a toll on me. I still have internet access here, despite it being shit. I'm just blasting music and I'm about to start drinking soon so I can just sleep. I'm running out of time I guess, but I still can't make this knife draw blood...