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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:04 pm
Faint moonlight filters in through the dense trees lining the Deep Wood's border with the Clearing, causing a nearby Arbutus to stir as it reaches his closed eyes. Waking from his sleep, he sighs quietly to himself and ruffles the waking life back into his feathers.
The Gatherer vaguely scans the forest floor below, absently hoping for a potential snack. Since his post-storm errands have taken him further and further away from his home, Arbutus is beginning to feel rather drained. He'd been away for almost four nights now.
“Perhaps I'm just going soft?” he thinks as he wearily turns his head to observe the dreadfully coverless Clearing.
The open ground was looking particularly haunting this night.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:23 pm
"The Shadowstalker wonders if this male has particular business in this section of land. The Shadowstalker urges the unknown male to be careful, as the clearing is as dangerous as it is alluring."
A shadow coloured male landed heavily beside Arbutus, his golden eyes watching the ground below, constantly on the lookout for trouble. His Chirops circled around them, their subtle echolocation almost out of earshot to Shadowstalker, but not quite. They reported all clear, and crowded on to the branch overhead.
"The Shadowstalker wonders if the unknown male has any news of the storm aftermath? The Shadowstalker left to fulfill The Shadowstalker's duties as soon as the rain let up, and has not heard any news."
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 11:48 pm
To say that Arbutus was slightly taken aback by the new arrival would have been a gross understatement of the truth. In fact, at the unknown Shadow's first comments, Arbutus had patiently remained silent, as though expecting someone else to arrive shortly.
“...”
The Shadow spoke a second time, and an awkward few moments of silence pass again...
Arbutus eyes the stranger and his entourage carefully. Why did he always have to get stuck dealing with the nut-jobs? “You're talking to me then, are you?” he queries, perplexed.
“I'm Arbutus, Gatherer.” he states, shuffling a step away from his new company. “I've heard very little recently... 'though someone was going 'round announcing that the central platform had been destroyed. Some nonsense like that.”
Turning his gaze back to the ground, he visibly relaxes some. Arbutus was in no hurry to be on his way.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:40 pm
"The Shadowstalker eyes Arbutus warily, noting his shuffled step back. The Shadowstalker understands that his very presence can be frightening to the uninitiated, and The Shadowstalker offers his apologies."
Shadowstalker fell silent, but his head was constantly moving, actively perusing the area around them.
"The Shadowstalker stays constantly vigilante. The Shadowstalker wonders if the woods are safe, after such an act of the Thunderbird that The Shadowstalker witnessed."
Shadowstalker stated this suddenly, his voice lowered to add to the eerieness. One could assume that Shadowstalker knew exactly how odd he was, and added to it, but he might just be off his rocker. Whatever the case, Shadowstalker was imposing on the gatherer, his own reasons still kept under-wrap.
But Shadowstalker was a talker and all would be revealed in time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 3:29 pm
Ignoring what he takes as a gibe about being “frightened” or “uninitiated”, Arbutus continues scanning the forest floor as he responds. “I admire your commitment to your duties, but one can only imagine that the forest has withstood much worse trauma from time out of memory."
"What makes you think we're no longer safe here?” he asks after a moment's thought.
Looking up from his casual meal hunt, Arbutus can't help but admit that he's intrigued by the Scout's vague mention of the Thunderbird's exploits. What has the feisty deity caused now?
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