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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 7:41 am
Was she in another's territory?
Probably.
Did she care?
Not really.
Her task was more important than formalities.
The wildtype female flew silently, but erratically. She never traced the same pattern once and was constantly weaving between the thick trunks of the trees of Deep Woods. While she was silent, a joyful tune accompanied her that day. Nettle the parus flew easily behind her and often shot forward to fly ahead.
“Shhhhh....” She hissed at the parus through her closed beak and landed carefully on a wide branch. “Shhhhhh.... Don’t want it to hear. No. Don’t want it to... We came out today. It might come down. Don’t want that.”
“No, no, don’t want.” Nettle agreed, but her voice was still as cheerful as a sunny day, one of which the likes Rosinweed had never seen. Nor any other sentinel, for that matter, since they would all be roosting.
“Find good sticks. Lots of leaves.” She insisted as she turned from her little companion and began to look over each small branch and twig. “Find good ones, or berries. Get berries and take to the tree.”
“Sticks, berries... Sticks, berries. Take tree.” Nettle echoed, much to the delight of the Watcher.
“Yes. Take them to the tree. Put the sticks in the stick pile inside, and then put the berries in Chaucer’s pile.” She preened her chest feathers for a moment after speaking her orders. Chaucer had taken up space in the northern most tree on her territory. He had a cache’ of food in there for the three of them. Rosinweed and Nettle were always adding to it.
“Don’t let Sky Fiend get you.” She added as she shrank back, her eyes darted immediately above her, as if she had spotted this so called ‘Sky Fiend’. “If It gets you, you’re a dead parus. Any flying, fly quick.” All the companions she had ever had had to have two traits. They had to be smart and they had to be fast. Smart enough to follow orders and keep safe and fast enough to keep up with the strange, paranoid sentinel.
So far, Chaucer the mus and Nettle the parus were the only two who fit the bill and managed to survive.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 11:09 pm
((Mind if I join in?))
Falchior flew swiftly through the Deep Woods, hoping to escape back to his outer reaches before anybody saw him. Him and his completely-devoid-of-food pack. Some Gatherer he was! Not even the darkest part of the woods yielded much tasty fungus today, and even Rokku couldn't sniff out anything worth collecting. "All right up there, small one?" he called, not bothering to look up. A heavy thump against the back of his head proved that everything was, in fact, quite all right. The white Waral was riding in the otherwise empty pack, a treat he enjoyed far too often. Flitting through the trees, Ro did his hapless Sentinel a favor by looking out for other Sentinels, so Fal could avoid them if at all possible. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something odd. What was that Mus doing by himself in that tree? He'd be a quick snack for the Waral, and he was hungry. And then Falfal could have whatever was in the tree. "Falchior," he hissed. "Mus. Tree." Seeing that his Sentinel wasn't changing directions, he hissed again. "Shrooms."
That got his attention.
Falchior backpedaled in mid-air, wheeling about in a tight circle. "Mushrooms? Fungus? Where? Where, Ro?"
"Tree. Mus." The Waral leaped out of the pack and onto a tree limb, sending Falchior into a painful, erratic spiral. Once he recovered, he flew up to Rokku and looked where he was pointing. "C'mon! This might be good!"
He completely failed to notice the Wildtype female examining twigs nearby.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:10 pm
The gray and white mus twitched his whiskers as he climbed gingerly through the thick limbs of the old tree. At first he was oblivious to Falchior's approach.
That was, until he heard Falchior's voice in the distance. It was faint, but enough to put him on edge. He turned his beady eyes from the mushroom that he had been gnawing free. His fur bristled and he shot down the branch, toward's the trunk.
"'Truder!" He called out as he scampered towards the paranoid Watcher, who wirled about and stood protectively over him.
The parus immediately began to immiatate a loud shriek that she had learned from her owner.
OOC: ^^ Glad to have you here! Anyone is welcome to join!
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:24 pm
(( Hey, mind if I join? <3 ))
Willow had been, previously, sound asleep within the confines of a large tree. He had been awake for a few hours now, feeling quite rested after his nap. His faithful 'sidekick', Oak, stretched his leathery wings alongside him now as they sat together on a large bough; the chirop was quite quiet today, not like his usual self.
"What's wrong with you?" Willow mused aloud, looking down at the tiny bat-creature. Oak merely bobbed his head in response, a soft crooning noise coming from his throat. The Sentinel rolled his eyes a bit, ruffling his feathers as he did so.
What an odd moment.
Listening a bit, the medic could have sworn that he head the nearby voice of another. He bristled a bit, more to be ready should he have to take off then anything else. Oak froze next to him upon noting Willow's changed posture, dark eyes staring ahead of them.
"Let's go." Willow murmured, nodding to the chirop. He spread his wings and took flight on nearly-silent wings, leaving the pine branch quivering softly behind him. What else was in this forest?
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:26 am
Rokku snapped his jaws angrily and lashed his tail. He wanted that Mus! Oblivious to this, Falchior landed on the Mus's branch, intent on harvesting the tree's fungal bounty. He was cut short by a piercing scream, a shrill sound he couldn't pinpoint. Panicked, he leapted off, roughly grabbed Rokku, and dove into a large clump of leaves. He immediately realized that he wasn't alone in the tree; below him, a crazed Wildtype protected the Mus Ro had pointed out, and a Parus near her was the one doing the screaming. As the Waral wriggled free and climbed back into the pack, hissing, Falchior called down to the other Sentinel.
"Good day to you, Ma'am! Could you please quiet your Parus?" he shouted. "She's disturbing my Waral!" As well as me, he thought. Where did that bird learn to shriek like that?
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 6:20 am
"Warning." Rosinweed snapped her beak and regarded the sentinel with spiteful amber eyes.
"Warning. Warning. When It comes, no... When They come. Good Nettle. Shut beak, Nettle." She spoke oddly, but the last words were definately to control the shrieking parus.
Nettle promptly quieted and landed beside her owner. Her beady eyes watched the waral curiously. She had never seen one before.
"Waral eat Chaucer. Go towards Chaucer, Nettle start again. She's the alarm. She's for They and for intruders. Safety. Safety. Safety first."
She strode towards the strange sentinel and stopped several paces from him and was sure to stay out of the reach of the waral's tail. Chaucer and Nettle hid behind her.
"What are you doing, yes? Food? You have a storage tree? For when They come?" She was doing loads more talking than usual, but her words were clipped with fear and anxiety.
OOC: ^^ Please do, Capricorn!
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:18 pm
(( Awesome, thanks~ <33 ))
Wings beating silently, Willow flit easily through the forest, weaving in and out of the trunks with a masterful grace. The chirop flew easily alongside him, smaller wings beating a little harder to keep pace with the large Sentinel.
He landed ten or twenty feet from the other two Sentinels, noting that the shrieking he had heard earlier had since quieted down, leaving quite curious as to just what was going on in here. Oak landed beside him, climbing around to hang from the bottom of their branch and watch, leathery wings splayed slightly outwards.
"Hello there," the shadow-colored avian called, amber eyes making sure that he did not startle the others and set off whatever had been making that hideous noise, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:13 pm
"Er, um, I..." Falchior debated telling her, but she seemed crazy enough not to ask for anything. "I'm a Gatherer. I have a place where I store food... I dry mushrooms in a big hollow tree. But They, whoever They are, haven't come by and asked me for anything to eat. Who are They, anyways?" A sudden noise caught his attention, and he swiveled his head to face a Shadow male. Uh-oh. Did he hear about Falchior's task? He hoped not.
Rokku cocked his head at the other Sentinel. So, that was her Companion? Meh. He'd eat something back home. He flicked his tongue at her a few times, to see if she would croon over him like that Bard did.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:22 pm
Her wide amber eyes shifted from the gatherer to the shadow sentinel, then to the tongue flicking waral. She seemed somewhat repulsed by it and shrank back..
"Bad, bad, bad... Like They...." Her words left her in a strange warble. "No, not interrupting. Gatherer gonna catch Chaucer, it seemed. Is interrupting something important with the Chaucer chasing. Need more sticks." She looked to the newcomer and seemed almost pleading, though why was anyones guess.
"They is They... The Sky Fiends. Dangerous. Go back home. Build safe place for when they do come. They'll eat you up, nothing left but down feathers."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:34 pm
Falchior looked confused. "Chaucer? Your Mus? I wasn't going after him, I was going after mushrooms! Ro... told me..." Glaring, he looked down at the Waral, who suddenly seemed preoccupied with his foreclaws. Pulling his feathers close nervously, he stammered an apology. "Terribly sorry... there's been an egregious misunderstanding... horrid oversight... didn't know..." Blinking and staring at the ground, doing everything to avoid eye contact, he nervously snapped off a twig. "Um. Here. Here's a stick for your home."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:44 pm
The words he stammered seemed to roll right past her as she watched him unblinkingly, but with a somewhat vacant expression that portrayed only a mixture of fear and curiosity. My, he spoke strange, what witht he stammering. It wasn't like she had much room to think that, but that was what ran through her mind while he apologized.
Her expression changed immediately to one of delight when he presented the stick to her. She snapped it up into her beak immediately, then placed it under her talons as if it were some treasure to be guarded.
She glanced back up at him once it was in place beneath her. "Forgiven. Forgiven, but not forgotten. Yes... Yes, yes. Waral keep Gatherer safe maybe... No, no it won't. Need sticks, too. Gather sticks and shrooms." She advised as she looked up at Falchior from her hunched position.
Chaucer and scrambled up onto her back and peered at both the two sentinels and the waral with apprehension.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:55 pm
Sticks, then. Sticks were something he could gather, and Falchior felt quite horrid about nearly being the engine for poor little Chaucer's destruction. "Um, I have this pack, you see... it can hold a lot... and, um, you're only working with a Parus and a Mus... maybe... I'm not doing anything right now, maybe I can help you for a while? We can put sticks in my pack, and then I can take them where you need them." He brightened a bit at this. Maybe he could accomplish something today, even if it was only helping one Sentinel.
Rokku stared up at the Mus with an unreadable expression, then blinked and slunk behind his Sentinel, curling around his feet. Much to his chagrin, Fal ignored him. Still in trouble, then. Not good.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:03 pm
While she was not one to enjoy companionship, he could make her mission go faster. Any other day it was slow. Extremely slow.
She could carry a small bundle of sticks with her Will and had to make frequent stops back into her own territory. Nettle usually only collected pine straw and tiny sticks that could hardly be classified as such. Twigs would of been a more accurate term for them.
She would of turned him down. She didn't really want his help. After all, he wasn't her Sequoia. He was a stranger. Still, an evening of collecting sticks with a pack would make he rthat much safer.
"You help Rosin? You help Rosinweed for real? No joke? Not picks-ee-ing on her?" She leaned forward to him, as if she were trying to peer into his skull and see what he was thinking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:13 pm
Sheesh, this bird was confusing! "Why wouldn't I help you? It's not like I've got anything else to do anyways... We'll just put your sticks in my pack, and I'll take them up for you. " It'll give me something to tell my parents if they ask...Who picks on you, anyways? It's not like you're collecting something nasty like Mus droppings."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:20 pm
She snapped her beak shut and eyed him warily as she backed away, giving the other sentinel more of his personal space back. Clearly, he hadn't heard of her before. That was good for her, if anything. If he didn't know, perhaps others were forgetting about the half crazed Watcher and her overwhelming fear of the sky monsters and her sticks.
"Others... Others... Yes. Too bad. They will get the others if they don't listen. And they don't listen. They will get they for it. Doesn't matter, no mattering. Nope. Yes, get sticks. Help Rosinweed get sticks and take them to stick pile. Many there, but not enough. Always need more, always. Keeps Them away. They won't find me."
She turned her eyes back towards Willow, as if just noticing him for the first time... Again.
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