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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:36 pm
Tilt here...
Weave there...
Rosinweed stepped back along the sweeping limbs to peer at her work. The wildtype was exhausted and ready for a break. She often began just as the sun was setting and currently the moon was high.
Oh... But, that. That needs it. Silly, forgetting it.
She chided herself silently as she approached the work again to shift another stick into the "correct" position that she had failed to do so just moments ago.
"There." She sighed with exasperation.
"Go! Rest! Not look." Chaucer boldly plopped down at Rosinweed's talons and shewed at her with his paws. If she lingered for too long, she would start all over again. Even the mus could plainly see that she needed to let it be for at least a short spell.
Rosinweed gave a small hiss and clack of her beak, but she let the little companion nudge her to her hovel entrance, inside the great fortress of sticks.
"Nettle! Nettle!" She called for the parus, who was quick at the entrance. "You, Chaucer. Both. Stay watch. Keep looking. Danger. Keep looking." She instructed plainly, before settling down to relax.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:59 pm
As Jackwood flitted through the forest, the small Shadow began to notice his flight was slightly less impeded by the snags of tree branches and twigs. "How odd, don't you think Visi?" He commented to his Chirop.
"Yes. Trees missing twigs! Stolen?" The dark companion questioned, causing his owner to nervously smile and lower his ear-tufts.
"Well it wasn't me. Not this time." Jack landed on a nearby branch, edging closer to a particular limb to get a closer look. At first he had assumed the the area was just naturally clearing, the trees becoming fewer and further between. However, as he considered for few wing-beats he realized that the trees were not beginning to thin at all, but merely that some of the branches he was avoiding were missing their twigs. The branch he was currently investigating was missing three smaller portions, all snapped from the base, "It's like someone was gathering them." He wondered curiously, intrigued as to the purpose. He supposed a female Sentinel could be making a nest more sturdy for a suspected clutch, but then again, he reasoned not only expecting mothers would gather twigs.
Glancing about, a puzzled look crossed Jackwood's features. There were twigs missing from nearly every nearby tree, and the further his gaze carried, the more seemed to me absent. "Who could possibly need that many sticks for anything?" He marveled mostly to himself. He didn't generally fly through these woods, so the area was strange to him and furthermore he had no idea to whom the territory belonged. He had originally had every intention of just passing through, but now his interest was piqued. "What do you say we take a look around, Visi? This could be interesting to see, and who knows, maybe it is a girl."
Following the trail of missing twigs, Jackwood worked higher into the trees, not wanted to be seen. His dark feathers helped conceal him in the shadows, the moonlight unable to reach where he was hiding. What he beheld was possibly the most intricately woven nest- no, fortress, he had ever seen. Hooting quietly to himself, Jack observed from above and waited silently to see who the owner of such a place was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:42 am
As Rosinweed settled into her nest for a small break, Chaucer and Nettle exited quietly. The mus was more content to go about his foraging,a s it was mainly he who kept the storage tree filled with nuts and berries.
Nettle tended to fill her own stomach, but it was she who served as Rosinweed's alarm.
The little brown parus bobbed her head as she waddled along the limb, behind Chaucer, and tweeted a tiny little birdsong. Perhaps she wasn't the brightest parus companion, but the Wildtype sentinel enjoyed her companionship.
She flitted from one limb to another, more or less oblivious to Jackwood's presence...
Until she perched on a limb nearer to him. Her little beady eyes seemed to widen and her beak parted as she hopped from tiny paw to tiny paw. This male was not Sequoia and therefor did not belong. He wasn't even that ... That sentinel with the bells!
"Krraaaa! Krraaaa! Krraaaa!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:45 pm
Jackwood had watched in dismay as the small Parus inched closer and closer to his hiding place. He backed up as far as he could, the trunk of the tree allowing him no further escape. Hoping against hope that the companion would simply pass by, Jack closed his eyes and flattened his feathers all to no avail.
"Wait, wait!" He panicked at the alarm call, his mind trying desperately to conjure a valid excuse. Why was he here? What was he doing up in the trees watching? What should he say? "I was only passing through when I found myself here! I only wanted to see who the creator of such a place was!"
The young shadow flapped his wings, flustered into explaining himself to nothing more than a companion. Regaining his composure he made his feathers return to normal and evened his tone, "Quiet now, no need for such a fuss, I only wish to speak to the owner of this territory." Hissing to himself at his own curiosity, Jackwood shifted from foot to foot, awaiting the arrival of the companion's owner. With any luck he wouldn't face an angry and territorial Sentinel and he could simply be on his way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 6:39 pm
Nettle wasn't exactly stupid, but she certainly wasn't the brightest flower in the patch, so to speak. The brown little parus merely peered up at Jackwood and continued her shrill wistling and calling, as it was how she had been trained to respond to strangers. Stranger Danger, that's what Rosinweed had drilled into Nettle's little noggin.
Chaucer was the smarter of the two, and the little brown and white mus quickly pinpointed his vision where he heard Nettle's distinct and slightly annoying call. Before he could completely leave the hovel, Rosinweed was behind him... Above him...
Completely past him.
The wildtype seemed to forget her tiridness as soon as she heard her parus calling. Unfortunately for Jackwood, Rosinweed was the territorial type and she rarely ever greeted strangers in a friendly fashion.
She gave a loud hoot as she took up position on the main limb of her tree and her feathers stood on end as she flared her wings in an aggressive stance.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:16 pm
So the owner of the territory was a female. Well, that was one thing going for him he supposed. She was no Shadow and slightly larger than himself, but nevertheless Jackwood's charm had a better chance of working with her than with a male. Well, most males, but that just wasn't his style.
Trying not to show he meant no harm to Rosinweed, Jack lowered his head and ever so slightly spread his wings. "Please excuse my intrusion, I was only ever so curious as to who was the creator of that stunning weaving work."
Jack hoped his compliments would not fall on deaf ears. He could hold his own in a territory dispute, but seeing as though he had no intent to settle here, the prospect of a fight was hardly appealing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:21 am
Stunning...?
What was it with strangers admiring her fortress, lately? The Wildtype's eyes narrowed into golden slits as she studied the handsome male. He didn't appear to mean her any harm, but it wouldn't be the first time, if he did... She had a natural distrust of almost all sentinels, or rather, anything living within the forest. In her mind everything posed a threat to her well being in some way shape or form, with the exception of Sequoia. Even the funny, pale aberrant bard was winning her slightly. But only slightly.
"Stunning?" She echoed the word she had been mulling over in the brief time it took for her to evaluate his posture.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 11:43 am
Stunning?
Jackwood saw the female consider his words and hoped they were having the desired effect on her. "Stunning?" He mimicked her with a face of incredulity. "Why certainly! It's nearly as gorgeous as you are!" Still unsure if what he was saying had changed the female's mind about him, Jack continued the flattery. With enough charm perhaps he could win her over, but by the odd and defensive look in her eyes, he somehow doubted it. This Sentinel's trust seemed nearly impossible to gain, but nevertheless, he had to try didn't he?
"I was only curious as to who the maker was."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 10:18 am
"I... And a friend, he helps sometimes. Sometimes helps, when he can." She replied quietly. The defensive look remained in her golden orbs, but confusion was creeping in as she listened to the flattering Shadow. This was a strange event, indeed.
She shifted on her talons as she thought over the situation. Part of her wanted to attack, to ward off this stranger...
But he hadn't done anything wrong. Other than trespass. She thought the last bit and clacked her beak with mild frustration. He wasn't trying to fight with her or to hurt her, so Sequoia would look down on her, right? That was what she wanted to avoid. She didn't want Sequoia upset with her. While her behavior might of seemed "off" and she might not of been the social butterfly she once was, she was well aware that her friend wanted her to be like she was, back when they were younger and Amberlily was still alive.
"Safe Place, safe haven. Inside, for me." It was taking a lot of work to be cordial, but this was what the Artisan would of wanted.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 10:33 pm
Jackwood listened intently for anything he could use to flatter this female further. He had a biting curiosity, the same curiosity that had gotten him into this mess, to ask her what it was she was so afraid of, but something told him he didn't want to open up that entire conversation. Besides, despite his wishes, it wasn't his place to pry into other's business.
The prospective aspect of wooing this lady was slim and admittedly uninteresting for Jackwood. He had a taste for Shadows, but any lady was good practice to sharpen his flattery on. She presented a challenge. Her guarded attitude, her obsession with building a fortress for a nest out of equally obsessively collected sticks. The way her eyes fervently watched him, it surpassed a normal territory defensiveness.
He kept his eyes locked on her, maintaining a polite eye contact with his host. "Well miss... Oh please excuse me, but I never did catch your lovely name.."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:40 pm
"Rosinweed." She replied bluntly as she studied the Shadow before her. She had an increasing dislike, but at the same time she was trying very hard to be polite, just as her dear friend Sequoia wanted from her. She wanted very much to please the brightly painted Artisan and he was practically the only family she had, even if they weren't related by blood.
"What is your name? ... Uh, please?" She forced herself to speak and abruptly began preening her lightly hued chestfeathers, but she did not take her golden eyes off of the intruder.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 2:21 pm
No surprised look when he had asked her name so charmingly, no raising of ear tufts, no flicker of reaction in her eyes. She wasn't giving him much to work with here. This was also not to mention that it was slightly wounding his ego that the usual irresistible charms were being... well, not only resisted, but completely disregarded. Deciding to not dwell on the fact for much longer, he continued, seeing as he still had the incentive of escaping the situation with all his feathers in tact.
"Rosinweed? Why that is quite a lovely name." He complimented, bobbing his head in confirmation. "My name is Jackwood, though you can call me Jack if you'd like. I just wanted to say as I passed by that your work here is truly amazing and that there's something... alluring about it." He paused for a moment, a gleam flicking across his eyes before continuing, "Your hard work is certainly admirable."
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