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PearlyUnicorn

PostPosted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 6:14 pm


"Well, the Above is a terrible place, you see,"

Now, plenty of Sentinels were old and creaky, and many of those were too fat or too thin, and all of them were dimmed in eye and color, and not a few were dimmed in mind, at least a little. But none of them was Char.

"It is filled with light so bright you're blinded forever if you keep your eyes open for too long! And when you're blind, that's when they swoop down and eat you right up!

Now, Char was old, and Char was creaky, and in many places he was too fat or too thin. Nobody would ever mistake him for a sleek fighting bird, or a trim gatherer or the gaudy bard he once was, or for anything really other than himself.

"And if they ever catch you-"

"But mithster Char thir," Peeped a young voice from among the throng of younglings listening with rapt attention to the old Bard's tale "How do you know about them, if everyone who thees them is blind?"

"Shut up, I'm getting to that."

And only a fool would ever dream that Char's mind or tongue had dulled, even a little, over the many seasons of his life. Especially now as his dull gold eyes swept across the group of fledglings and hatchlings, each staring with rapt, wide-eyed attention back at him.

"...And if they ever catch you," Char hissed, low and frightening, leaning foreward as if imparting a great and terrible secret, "They will eat you, one. Bite. At. A. Time. They always start with the wings. I know. I saw one."

Already saucer-wide eyes widened further to a chorus of appropriate 'oo's and 'aaah's.
PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 4:52 am


A young male sentinel had been listening intently to Char's every word, his large golden orange hued eyes were wide, although he had heard the story many a time, perhaps too many.

The young abberant called himself Muse, or The Muse, or Fjord, whichever he felt like, but even without hearing his self appointed title, it was easy to tell his profession just at a glance.

Fjord was on the small, scrawny side, despite his voracious appetite, and had been sickly most of his lifetime. He grew up under the wing of a minder who had decided the sickly hybrid was worth saving - fortunately for him. He was a pale wildtype and mist hybrid and his lineage was unknown, which was something he had a tough time accepting when he was a fledgling. Now he no longer gives it a minute of his time, he is a bard and he is proud.

The pale wildtype abberant had himself painted, his wingtips are a deep olive green, which fades into a lighter green and then a rich, light blue. His eartufts are painted similarly and jester-like streaks cross his pale orange eyes.

The young abberant has also taken to collecting tidbits of jewelry and metal, which he likes to display about on the branches of the gnarled trees that he calls home and also on himself. He wears a brightly gemmed necklace on a silver chain and several gaudy anklets on his two-toed paws.

He picked at one of these anklets anxiously as he awaited a chance to join the elder that he admired so much, they jangled quietly against the bells that also adorned his paws.

'I saw one.'

At Char's words, Fjord spread his wings out widly and launched himself for the high perch above the young hatchlings and gave a loud whoop. His two-toed paws were spread wide as if he intended to snatch one of the little ones up and make himself a nice meal, but instead he steered safely away from them, continuing to cry loudly. He landed gracefully beside Char and folded his wings, but glowered menacingly at the youngones. It was all in good fun and he intended to mimic the fearsome birds from overhead. All the better to steer the little ones away from the treetops when they came of age.

"C-CAW!" He strutted slightly along the perch, immitating what he invisioned they sounded like. "C-CAW! Eatta you up, bigga bites, good!" He threatened as he spread his wings. His voice was spread high and thin, mocking them.

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 6:57 am


Several of the young ones peeped in distress, and scrambled back, terrified, but Char, for all the "old bones" he was constantly complaining about, wasted no time in giving Muse a sharp n**.

"For one, that'sss not what they sssound like, and for another, quit ruining my sssstory you know-nothing!"

Char was in fine form this time, all rasping voice and hissed sibilants. He made a sound comically similar to a snort and turned back to his much-ruffled audience.

"Really, they were much bigger, with firey red eyes, and the call they made was so shrill and terrible, that sometimes you never knew it wasn't the wind until they got you."

Char made a motion with his near wing at Muse, glaring at him impatiently.

"Well? Get on with it!"



((sidenote: He means for Muse to get on with acting it out correctly, not to get on with leaving.))
PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:10 am


"Sorry, ole 'chum, 'fraid I'm not old 'nough t'know 'zactly what they look'n sound like." The Muse gave an over dramatic roll of his large, orange eyes, but his tone and body language spoke only of goodhearted jest and banter.

"'N I'm 'fraid I'm on th' short side, too, but I'll see what I c'n do." He took a deep breath and gave the little ones a wink.

"Seems m'monster from above ain't up t'par, what say I give it another go? Think I can do an accurate impression for ole Char?" He tried to get the youngsters involved after their little fright.

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:22 am


Char clicked his beak displeased as the chicks and fledglings settled back into their places, a few giggling nervously. If there was one thing the old bird disliked more than everything else he disliked, it was being upstaged.

"Fsst, you couldn't make a sound like one of them even if you knew what it sounded like." He grumbled, trying to engage the little ones again. char never did anything without a purpose, and every half-baked just-fledged Sentinel with something to prove some hormones to prove it with out of the Above, the better.

"Huge, feathered beasts, with twenty enormous talons to each foot! Their wings are so large, that they block out the binding light wherever they go...now ask me, why don't they come down here right now, and eat all you tender little monster-meals right up? go on, ask me!"
PostPosted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:28 am


The Muse stifled a giggle as Char continued and described the creature. While he admired Char and enjoyed his company, he didn't want to upstage the elder too terribly much.

Hence the too much.

"Oh, gosh, somethin' that big? I doub it c'd fit down here through them trees. He wafted one wing towards the thick trunks, then puffed out his feathers and spread both wings. He began to strut once more and scratched at the bark as he did, trying his best to look menacing. "CRAAAW"

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PostPosted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 6:40 pm


The little ones giggled at the crow-calls and antics of the other bard, and Char sighed. He could see that there was no putting the fear if the Above into these little ones now. What was once frightening was now comedy, and Char decided to leave the stage with as much grace as he could muster.

"Dun!" he barked, and a slim mottled-brown chirop dropped from the branches above to heed his call.

"yes, yes, yes, yes," it answered, punctuating every wingbeat with a word of agreement.

"Come along then," Char grumbled sarcastically, offering a stiff bow to his erstwhile audience. "Well, chickies, I've got business to attend to. I'll leave you in the ever so subtle and talented care of the good muse here."

And with that he shook from his feathers the dust of the encounter and turned towards the edge of the platform.
PostPosted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:52 pm


"Aw, come now, Mister Char! We're jest havin' a spec o' fun. Top is dang'rous, thas for sure, but all fire 'n brimstone'll give the little fluffballs night terrors." Fjord said hastily as he hopskipped after Char, his ornate feathers were flat against his body and his eartufts were pressed against his skull.

"Y'wanna 'ear th' end Char's got, right little ones?" The mildly annoying, but friendly young bard asked their crowd.


"Y-huh! I wanna!" A little voice popped up and a wide-eyed fledgling inched nearer to the 'platform' that the elder bard had selected.

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:24 am


"Hmphf! A little nightmares might give them some sense! We never worried about such things in my day. When I was a hatchling, they told horrible stories that almost made your feathers fall right out when you heard them."

Char shook his head and spread his wings. "Besides, I'm hungry. Too old for this nonsense."
PostPosted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:54 am


"Pleeeeeease, Charry? I'll hunt you down somethin' tastey?" He sweetly tried to bribe the old sentinel into staying with some tastey tidbits.

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