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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:45 am
It seemed like it had been so long ago that he had met probably the most polite Wildtype he could recall. The forest was with so much order, now, and the traces of the havoc that the Thunderbird had brought on swift and powerful wings seemed to be nothing but life, now. Ah, how a visit from him brought life to the forest never ceased to amaze the solid white aberrant.
As always, Moth stuck close to his face as he drifted silently over the spaces between territories. He had already had a little bit of a confrontation with a Deep Woods, but the determined female was far to worried about coming down with his sickness and would not get close enough to do him harm. Distance didn't stop her string of warnings as she stuck within the confines of her own territory and he left in as much of a hurry as he could go.
She wouldn't be mad, would she?
His visit to Mallow was rather unannounced and he hoped dearly that he hadn't decided to swing by at a poor time. He even brought her a gift, that she would hopefully accept. The young chirop was not quite as dark as Glaz, but she was one of the brightest smarts wise that he had gotten from Beetle and Worm and hopefully her services would repay Mallow for her kindness.
"It shouldn't be much further now, Moth... She did say on the southern borders of Deep Woods, right?" He could hear and smell the Swift Open River, but he had no idea if he was near the right spot, or not. He perched on a thick oak branch and settled down for a short break, as he had been flying for quite some time and his pale wings certainly deserved a little rest.
"Mallow?" He gave a short hoot to announce himself, hoping that he had found the right location. He was careful, all the same, to stay on the fringes of the territory, lest he was in the wrong and had to make haste to get away from yet another sentinel.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:17 pm
Sly had been around his own grounds, looking for a meal that he cold pick off for himself, having already fed Raine. In the beginning, he had been surprised by how quickly a fledging grew, and wonder how he would economize his time to direct Raine to turn out the way he intended. Still, at times like this, he was glad that she was growing. It allowed him to let her continue her drills without constant supervision, not to say that sticking the fear of The Fiend in her at a young age didn’t help with that.
The great thing about his territory was that it was comfortable enough to not get too chill during winter, which was something Sly greatly valued in his territory. He wasn’t built for the cold, and even hated when a chill breeze cut through the air. The second was that with the river nearby, it meant there usually was plenty of wildlife to give him something to eat. That wasn’t to say that he sometimes saw the occasional weird animal. Creatures of that sort seemed to come and go to the river to drink and Sly oftentimes didn’t even know what they were aside from knowing to stay clear. You’d think that in such a place, raising a fledging would have been a concern.
Overall, the spot was something Sly thought he deserved, and had fought long and hard to gain his territory, which was being sought after by a trapper and a artisan (as there were flowers that often cropped up in various moss-covered trees around his home).
Now that Sly claimed the land for his own for a while now, the desirable piece of land had become one of the most undesirable places to go. Aside from Clover, Sly never expected company, and was comforted by the fact that not too many travelers came, and those who did had a pretty good memory of knowing where Sly lived.
It was why Sly almost lost his balance in midair when he head someone hoot. In that laspe of confusion, he nearly hit a branch, and instead nicked his leg as he flew up and over, before landing on a high perch. Clacking his beak at the sting in his leg, he turned about and hooted back. “Who’s there?” He called out, looking around. It wasn’t polite, but he had expected company.
Looking about, it seemed almost comical on how Sly had missed the white Sentinel down below, but the higher canopy had blocked off half of the Sentinel, and from above, Sly just passed it over on the assumption it had been a bushel of white flowers or a group of mushrooms.
A mist?
Curious, Sly tenderly hopped off his branch and flew down to a lower one, and took a branch a few feet away from the other. As he landed, he turned about and spotted a pure white Sentinel and a white (and rather plump looking) chirop. Sly had never seen a Sentinel as pure white as this other one was, and thought that this was the furthers white you could go for a mist.
“What are you doing here?” Sly inquired from his higher branch, looking down. "Who are you?"
The Shadow hadn’t had company in a while, and wasn’t able to socialize (or more like terrorize) as much as he would have liked while taking care of Raine.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:56 pm
Odd new his stopping here would be a mistake almost instantly, the moment Sly had had called out inquiring who happened to be on the fringes of his territory. The large aberrant dipped his pale beak to his chest feathers and preened a few nervously before he dared to speak. His eyes couldn't find the owner of the territory right away, as Sly's dark feathers blended well into the night and although the canopy was thick here, he tended to avoid looking up unless he heard something that he absolutely must see.
And this probably would be one of those moments, as he had to watch his back when he was out drifting between territories.
He squinted his pink eyes as he turned his gaze upwards in an attempt to find the shiny feathered Shadow and clutched the bark beneath him tightly. His entire frame tensed in preparation to disappear into the forest as quickly as he could.
"Sorry, my mistake, Sir." It was a sir, right? The voice didn't sound exactly feminine and he hoped he hadn't made yet another blunder in guessing the gender wrong. "My name is Odd Winter and happen searching for a Medic by the name of Mallow." He explained in his soft voice, although he did push himself to speak up, as he still had not found the sentinel he was speaking to.
"I don't travel this way too terribly often, you see. I fear I might be a tad bit lost..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:31 pm
Though Odd could not see Sly, the Shadow had a perfect view of the Mist. As it was clearly bad manners to not be seen, Sly was rather enjoying the other struggling to find him, and failing each time he turned his gaze about.
“Obviously you are lost, else you would know better. There is no Medic that lives here. This Mallow of yours must live farther off.” Sly pointed out, and decided to actually make himself known now. As entertaining it was to be unseen, the name Odd struck a note. Something about the name Odd had been attatched to something important about the Sentinel, but he couldn’t pick it out from the long list of people he had yet to met, yet had random information about.
Taking off, Sly descended to a more viewable perch by Odd, and shuffled his feathers. Taking his time, he preened a few of his glossy flight feathers before turning to regard the Mist. “ Odd. I’ve heard that name before.” Odd was clearly not an Artisan by the fact that his feathers were one pure color, and he didn’t have that charm that the bards possessed. If Mallow was a medic he was visiting, he could only assume. “Are you a medic?” If there was one task that Sly avoided more than any, it was Medics. Bards were annoying and Artisans an eyesore, but he could handle both. Sly would rather deal with a painful leg than visit a Medic.
“By and By, my name is Sly. This is my territory.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:43 am
The ghostly white sentinel caught sight of Sly as he descended and quickly made note of the spot before lowering his eyes to the floor that was so far below them. The strange, pink orbs had caused him enough trouble through his lifetime, even if they did allow him to see the limbs of trees and the prey below, though fuzzily. And he often found himself squinting rather uncomfortably due to light from the moon.
"Ah, my mistake. I've never been out to see her, before, so my knowledge is a bit sketchy. Though I seek her, my task is not that of a Medic, really." He piped up, but avoided adding the "anymore" that threatened to slip from his pale beak.
"No, I'm a keeper. I've got a little chirop to deliver to her, to help her with her work. A good messenger always comes in handy now and again, especially in such a busy task as keeping the Clan healthy." After speaking, he nodded to the small, dark form that clung to his stomach.
This Sly had heard his name before, but thankfully he didn't seem to attach it to the gossip that often winged it's way around the forest.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:39 pm
Sly was tilting his head in a fashion that he hoped would, by some new angle of gazing, bring some important bit of information to mind that seemed to be alluding his mind. Odd. What a suiting name, and while many Sentinels had names far from traits, it struck Sly that there was someone who had a name more unique than others.
Not able to figure out what bit of information was trying to hoot at him, he brushed it off, hoping that prolonged conversation would lead him to figure it out. Blast knowing too much! Sometimes it was a curse when you really wanted to know something and had to sort through so much information.
“That certainly is true. A medic is a useful career for a Sentinel. An old profession with respect when raising messengers. We wouldn’t have been able to win the war without them.” Of course, Sly was speaking from just common sense. He was FAR too young to remember the war, still a glimmer in his father’s eyes.
His eyes went to the chirop he had mistaken as a free meal (and would continue if Odd wasn’t about), before looking back up at the white Sentinel. “A keeper is a fine profession as well. It keeps Sentinels from having to fly here and there when there are more important duties we could be performing.” Even though the ones that tenderly liked their too much were idiots. It was one thing for a keeper to raise companions for a purpose, but another to raise one for company and waste affection upon. They were best as tools and snacks.
“I do not know where your Mallow lives. I do not have many neighbors, and I do not visit Medics. I daresay I haven’t been to a Medics since I was a fledgling.” Not that he hadn’t been ill in the past. It was sometimes a good thing that no one bothered him, as if anyone bothered with poking in on him once in a while, they might have nagged him to see a Medic on the times he should have seen them. Still, he proved he could pull through!
“Do you have a more clear idea where Mallow lives? I might be able to point you in the right direction.” He said, though was racing to think. Something about the name ‘Odd’ was nagging at him. Odd. Odd. Odd. What was there to that name that seemed to be screaming at him with a mute voice?!
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:42 am
The pale sentinel sat still and listened politely as Sly spoke. The Shadow seemed gentlemanly enough and although he knew well that he had to be careful about trusting other sentinels, he found himself being lulled into a false sense of security on the borders of this particular sentinel. It was probably a mistake that those who did not know Sly well often made.
"Chirops can be fine, fine companions... I'm hoping to find lines that can even surpass the speaking and intelligence abilities of the mus. I think it would be much more helpful to have brighter winged creatures about, don't you?" He hooted and, in a sign of affection for his hardest worker, carefully preened the white fur of the pale companion that matched him. She certainly was a bright one and he wanted to breed more like her.
He righted himself and preened at his chest feathers as Sly questioned him once more about the Medic he was searching.
"Oh... I feared this would just turn out to be a wild goose chase." He shook his head silently as he inhaled a sharp breath of the slightly crisp and moist southern air.
"I haven't seen her since the Thunderbird last roared through the forest, but I need to thank her good and proper. All I know is that she is on the Southern edges, so I might be at this for a few nights. Southeast, I think, so I ought to just head East from here."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:22 pm
Sly didn’t remark on making more intelligent Chirops, as he felt that ‘intelligent’ didn’t go in the same sentence with any type of companion, but as usual, Sly never made his opinions that clear. Clearly disguised, he let Odd talk and caught sight of something peculiar in the glimmer of the moonlight flashing in the canopy.
Red eyes?
This brought up a warning signal to him. Was it a condition, or just an ailment? Temporary, or was it just a color fluke? His ideas of Odd were twisting and the Sentinel’s rank in Sly’s book dropping. Red eyes weren’t common and he found the color a bit unsettling to look at. Eerie and disturbing, as if filled with blood. He wondered what ailment caused it and if it was contagious.
It was best to see Odd on his way.
“Well then, if you do not mind, I’ll help you on your way and lead you in a promising direction, that is, if you are able to fly. How long have you flown?” Something was creeping in Sly’s mind, faster now. The name Odd with red eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:22 am
Odd was almost completely unaware of what was on Sly's mind. The Shadow seemed well enough and he had made it thus-far without having feathers and flesh torn at with talons by the seemingly polite sentinel, so he had forced the nagging worry deep within himself and his beak edges were still turned into a light smile. He dipped his pale beak to his chest feathers and ran it through in methodical preening, completely unaware that his ranking in Sly's mind was plummeting quickly.
He even sounded almost concerned and willing to help, which only seemed to add to his false sense of security.
"Oh, a few evenings, now. I can continue to fly, though, it shan't be a problem at all. You are truly kind, indeed, Sly. I definitely appreciate the help in finding her."
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 7:28 am
It was more to escort Odd out of his territory. Since he acquired Raine, he had been far more protective of her, and disliked interlopers coming in more than he already did. It wasn’t so much as protecting Raine’s well-being as it was protecting what he had crafted her into. Meticulous time and strategy had been placed into forming her the way he approved of, and he wasn’t about to let any Sentinel just come in and mess with that when she was still at such an impressionable age.
“It’s only what any civil Sentinel of Noctua would do.” Sly said, playing the part as a good Samaritan as he turned and gestured. “I can take a ways and points you into a promising direction. I can’t be away for too long. I have someone waiting for me at my home that I cannot leave unattended for to long.” He said, making an excuse in advance. By now Raine was use to Sly flying out for periods of time to perform his duties as a hunter. Leaving to escort of Sentinel off the property wouldn’t be anything to her.
Just as Sly was about to take flight, the part of his brain that had held it’s important piece of information shot it down at him like a lightning bolt from the Thunderbird itself. He felt it grip him and his eyes widened for a second. Odd was the albino freak!!! His mind finally associated the white feathers that Sly had thought were just a brilliant mist color to that of contagious disease, and the eye color he had glimpsed being a defect. Yet, as Sly was receiving all this information, he was told Odd was a Medic. The liar!! No wonder it took him so long to place the name. Natural for a freak to lie.
Still, what to do? He was already leaning in, finding his body already taking flight off the branch as he gained this important tidbit of information. Odd was a freak he now said he would help. Hah! Like he’d help. He’d help get the diseased Sentinel straight out of his territory less he infect everything he touched!
Breathing deep, Sly tried to mask his surprise and resume his gentleman’s appearance. “ How long have you been friends with this medic, Odd?” He asked, making small talk while Sly tried to compose himself and not just burst into insults.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:07 pm
"I understand, certainly. Thank you for such a display of hospitality, sir. Noctus bless you." The white feathered sentinel hooted as he straightened his feathers in preparation for another flight. His pale wings were tired, but would have to carry him on a little further before an official rest could begin. It shouldn't of been too much further, now, and this helpful shadow ought to point him in the right direction.
He leaned forward and pushed off the branch that he had been perched upon and looked forward to visiting with the friendly medic once more, and was completely oblivious to the fact that Sly had put the pieces of his puzzle together and was trying to decide just what to do about his little "aberrant" problem.
"Since the last big storm the Thunderbird ushered in, really. She's very knowledgable and all. If you ever need anything, she's certainly a sentinel to go to." He replied confidently as he followed the sleek, dark form.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 8:07 am
“Yes. I too meet some people by the force of the Thunderbird. A gatherer named Twilla and a young fledging named Nica. I think a lot of Sentinels meet Sentinels they would have never associated with.” Like now. He wish he had a downpour to excuse this encounter, but he didn’t. Instead, he tried to pick up his speed, hoping that if he went with a good enough pace, the while deformity that was Odd would be out of his territory and out of his feathers. “Is there any other reason you’re meeting this Medic for, Odd?” He asked, pulling at information. Maybe he was going for some type of treatment. “Going so far just to say thanks seems a bit…..out of the way for just a good deed. Are you sick?” He asked, playing the part of worry, but working an avenue for insult.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 5:30 pm
"Not sick, in a sense."
He had flown right into it, hardly realizing that Sly was taking the opportunity to glean information from him in an attempt to possibly harm or insult. The white feathered Sentinel was pleasantly surprised by just how caring and polite the Shadow seemed and a little too wanting for the positive attention that he was willing to dispell the nagging in the back of his mind that something was off.
"But a word or two exchanged with her would be pleasant. Catching up and all of that, you see. I'm hoping for some help with a certain matter... But I'd hardly want to bore you with that, Sir." He hooted sincerely as they approached the edge of Sly's territory.
"It's been pleasant..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:26 pm
As much as he wanted Odd away, he had hooked him with a dropping sentence that piqued his interest. There was a reason that Odd wasn’t disclosing as to why he was visiting the medic, and he wanted to know. Sadly, in his haste to bring Odd off hid territory, he had rushed him out of saying his story. He lost his chance, and now would only make him a fool if he asked without needing to. As much as he disliked diseased Sentinels, his hunger for information was intense. So much that he felt opportunity was leaving him to make a spontaneous decision.
“Ah, you cannot bore me. It’s been pleasant. If anything, come here for a rest on your way home. I’ll be happy to hear the story of your journey and why you are making such a determined adventure to met this medic. It’s been nice.” He said, and he pulled back, hoping that the dropped hint would lead Odd to return on his way back. He could be short with him after he got the information he wanted.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 12:29 pm
"I'd hate to impose, but if you are certain... I'd be delighted to stop for a spell. It certainly is a ways down there from my territory." The aberrant replied cheerily as his snowy wings carried him silently through the fringes of Sly's territory. Moth remained as close to him as ever, eager to be away from the Shadow. The little chirop did not fancy getting snapped up, especially after traveling all this way without any problems.
"Hopefully I'll have good words for you upon my return. Take care!"
And with that, the eerily white feathered creature made his departure, eager to complete his journey to the friendly medic that had not shied away from him not long after the Thunderbird's last major storm. Hopefully she could think of a way that would help him... Or, at least accompany him to Drywood's territory.
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