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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:28 pm
On the Rocks wasn't herself. She had woken up to her fairy lit nest with all her dream feathers carefully assorted...and proceeded to pick them all up and put them in a heap on a nearby rafter. Then she was taking her nest apart, making it bigger. Her feathers felt itchy and she felt that her nest was tiny.
"Waffle!" She snapped, jumping off to the rafter below and going to his nest. They had had a great time on the roof a few nights before...him with his missing tail feather...the moment had hit. He was handsom and she found his accent very attractive. He also shone like a beacon in the moon light....
But now she acted like he was a servant. "Waffle! Get up! I need my nest big! Its too small! Give me down and sticks, posthaste!" She reached out and grabbed a stick of his nes, pulling it out and flying back up to her nest.
What was WRONG with her?!
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:32 pm
Waffle House felt himself become shaken from what had been a rather pleasant dream, though now that he was groggily blinking up at the female that he was so taken with, he could barely recall just what he had been dreaming about. Only that it had been pleasant.
"Gerrup? What wrong?" He slurred as he stood and preened a few fluffy feathers, then draped his scarf around his neck and adjusted his tinted glasses.
"Too small? Plenty large for Rawks, yes?" He commented as he grabbed a few more soft sticks from his own nest and flew after her to her own. She had practically decimated it and strange feeling of worry tugged at the back of his mind.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:46 pm
She eyed his scarf. Soft....warm. Perfect! She took it off his neck, as well as her shawl, and stuffed them onto the nest, making it MUCH bigger. "Its too small...i feel so constricted in it...Uh..." she began to pluck her under tummy feathers. "Its so coarse too... I need soft things." she eyed his feathers now and plucked ome from her new fling's chest. A big, soft nest. That's wha she wanted.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:50 pm
"Heyyyyyyyy!" He whined as she stripped the soft scarf from his neck and lined her nest with it. That was his! He slept with it every night and wore it during the day. It wasn't for her to use like that! Besides, he would of been more willing to let her borrow it if she asked, but she just took it from him! Why was she acting that way?
"OWCH!" He yelped with pain as she plucked several soft, white feathers from his chest and he almost fell backwards, off the beam.
"What that for?" He grumbled as he nursed himself and ran his beak through his chest feathers.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:02 pm
"Its soft...." she said. "Now make yourself useful and go get me some caterpillars. LOTS of them. big furry ones." she was craving them..."and some earwigs! now hop to!" she said, tucking his feathers into her nest.
She fluttered down and stole more from his shrinking nest. It was in shambles now. She paused, deep in thought for a moment. "Oh, and waffle, go get zorba's shawl."
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:04 pm
"Get Cat-pillah's 'n ea-wiggers... No shaw-from-Zow-ba, tho." He told her sternly. The last thing he wanted was to lose another tail feather. His butt was still sore and the missing feather caused him great difficulty in flying. He'd be mincemeat for sure!
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:11 pm
"oh fine. get your white butt out of here!" she waved him off. She was very nervous and irritable. It wasn't because of her dream...
her dream had been that she was asleep in a tight, tiny space. it was warm and very dark. She'd spent the night like that. And then she'd woken up with all these urges.
She swooped to Zorba's nest. There were feathers there and his nest was soft. His shawl was on its peg, but no nanny in sight. She dismantled his nest and took his shawl, building on her old nest. She suddenly puased and cramped, holding her gullet. "OOOO...." she moaned.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 11:40 am
Waffle was worried... Er, very worried. Up until this morning, Rocks had been brash, but very kind. She hadn't fussed at him like this and the way she was dismantling his own nest and enlarging hers, added with the way she was stealing feathers and clothing, he could only think of the regular pigeons at the two-leg place. They were always laying eggs and with every clutch, the female would act like this.
That could only mean...
He winged his way ungracefully back to Pebble's nest and had, after wheedling away at another flock mate, managed to get a bag to carry his cargo in. There were feathers, earwigs, caterpillars, and various soft materials he had found while searching the church grounds. Hopefully this would be good enough.
"Rawks?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:19 pm
She lifted her head, now netled on her big nest, still scrunching her tummy under her. She had picked most of her down off and stared at him. He had soft things.
"Put them around me, Waffle. I cant get up."
Suddenly, the pain didn't seem like an issue. The fact was, she didn't want to get up. She was tired...and she felt like she would be sitting for a long time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:28 pm
"Rawks, that Zow-ba's." He pointed out bluntly as he pulled the shawl from the nest edges and dropped it beside himself. He'd have to take it back, as he knew how furious the male would be if he found his shawl missing. At the time, Waffle was still oblivious to the fact that she had decimated her former nanny's entire nest. He'd be furious one way or another.
"Not that, here other. Softer. Good things use for nest." He explained as he shrugged off the pouch and began to pull the soft fabrics out for her newly enlarged nest. He placed several strips around her, then began to pick out the insects that he had brought for her to eat.
"Hurt any?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:03 pm
She had hised when he'd taken Zorba's shawl, but relaxed when she felt the new one touch her. And when she saw the caterpillars, she pushed some over into a pile....she had to store them. "Don't eat those." she told him.
And then, when she saw her big soft nest and her pile of caterpillars and her helpful friend...she relaxed. It was perfect now. But she was a little uncomfortable in the chest and tummy. "Yeah...a little." she said. "Come sit with me. Its big enough for two."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 5:31 pm
"Won't eat." He assured her as he slid into the big, soft nest with his best friend. Upon her reply his heart completely contradicted itself. It sank and rose at the same time, as if that was even possible. She hurt... And she was acting like the mother pigeons at the two-leg nest...
Which obviously meant eggs must be involved. Eggs that the two of them had made the other night.
He cursed himself for letting his emotions get the better of him, because it put them in a rather precarious predicament. Zorba and Pride would not be happy. As well as any of the pidge that were fond of Rocks. They were both so young! He was the only one most likely with any knowledge out of the pair, but only due to the environment in which he had been raised.
He settled close to Rocks and carefully preened her neck feathers as he weighed what the future most likely held.
"Rawks... Eggs." He mumbled after a long period of silent preening.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 6:30 pm
She felt so warm and safe beside him....but when he spoke, she was too tired to comprehend what he was telling her. "Yes, Waffle.." she said. "Pidges DO hatch from eggs. You're so smart..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 8:12 am
He sat in sort of dumb silence for a moment as he mulled on what Rocks had just said. She must not of understood what he was trying to tell her, which only served to annoy him, but he couldn't blame her for that.
"Rawks has eggs?" He mumbled, trying to form his question and meaning into a more understandable structure.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 11:50 am
"I had an egg once, but i hatched-...." she paused. "Oh. OH. You mean...do i..." she paused. It would explain everything. Her need for a big, warm and soft nest, her desire to sit in one spot, her storage of food, her irrational thinking and irribility...
She reeled for a moment. "Eggs." And then she fainted onto her nest.
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