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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 1:46 am
Truffle was on a mission, though not a particularly pressing one. Restocking, oh, he could take it or leave it. So he had spent most of the day chattering, bothering other Skurris about their work with his flirtatious nonsense. He fought a squirrel for kicks, tumbling about on Ground in fleeting tangling quarrels before darting up trees. Back and forth before they got tired of one another and Truffle made off with an acorn that certainly wasn't worth the tussle on its own.
In between he gathered what he could. Even now he had snatched up various leaves from below which he had been sent for. He didn't know what they did, of course, but he knew them by looks and by name, as well as where he usually went to find them. He was by no means a veteran at collecting, but frequent need sent him on frequent trips, mostly for the same thing.
The Skurri scaled the trunk of the tree like it was nothing at all, a bunch of leaves clamped between his teeth. One limb to the next, it barely seemed as if his feet even touched at times. He was daring- he flung himself over vast distances and managed, most of the time, save for a few times when he was hanging and writhing around before managing to hook a good hold on a branch. Almost home!
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 9:18 am
"Ta-tum tum tum, da da daaaa dadadadaaa," he half-sang under his breath, trying out little flicks of his pinions as he looped none-so-smoothly around the trunk of a pine. There would be exotic feathers in... in bright red, yeah, imped into the leading edge of each wing (by his own personal featherstyler, of course), and each of those flicks would send them wavering in and out to mesmerize his audience. In reality they just made him look slightly drunk and several times threatened to send the almost-adult crashing into inconvenient branches, but no matter. In Storm's mind, the vacant silence of the forest around him became the rapt silence of many pairs of eyes following every masterful movement, and he soared smoothly through the dips and turns of the dance.
After he graduated, Storm wouldn't be able to do anything fun like this. Adults couldn't be seen fooling around like sunstruck fledglings, and they had tasks to worry about, besides. Tasks, right - he still had no idea what he would choose when the moment came. As his teachers were so fond of reminding him, time was running out.
Suddenly a flash of white flicked across his vision, startling Stormteller from his momentary worry. Something had streaked through his arena at high speed; he made an involuntary jerk to follow, and several moments later was upside-down and clinging for dear life to the branch that had arrested his pursuit. Soon, though, he was flying grimly after the bushytailed fiend, eyes narrowed into what he imagined was a fierce and intimidating scowl. All thoughts of skydancing were gone. He'd show that, that Skurri a thing or two about messing with the likes of Stormteller, silent hunter and scourge of this part of the forest. Sure, despite its subtle coloring it was probably someone's Companion, but he couldn't get in trouble for practicing his tracking skills a little, right? He just wanted to find out where it was headed in such a hurry.
And maybe, y'know, scare it a little until it apologized for ruining his performance. Nothing permanent.
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