~>Fury of the Wind<~ (A Bird RP)

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Earl slowly and deliberately took pieces of a deer carcass, feet scuffling in the leaf litter. A few ravens were gathered round, but none paid any attention to him, scarfing down the days-old venison. The young ones never appreciate the miracles of deer falling dead in the woods.
The humans had left the cleaned skeleton in the woods.
Waste of good meat for them, he always thought, but Earl never questioned the fabulous meal that was basically handed to him.
The eagles and vultures had already taken their picks, and now, all that was left belonged to the ravens.
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Ritz Crackers gulped down a small, silver colored fish with his Bonaparte friends on the calmly breaking waves. The sun shone upon them, and all cares left them.
The little group of gulls was the picture of bliss, far removed from the bustling city life of their larger cousins.
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Moonlight landed heavily on a wire with other lieutenants.
It was just another day for a pigeon.
The rage of battle was her only excitement, and the urge to hatch squabs of her own washed over her.
 
Pud wandered the forest.
Even in his age, Earl always paid attention to his surroundings.
Ravens could reach 40 years of age, but usually got eaten or killed by then. Only becoming the pet of a human would give you the chance to live a life like that. But not worth it's time, Earl thought wryly. That life is duller than a rock with brain damage.
He spotted Pud and flew into the air.
He landed heavily on the pigeon.
"I heard that pigeons walk, but never met one that used it as his preferred mode of transportation."
He studied the pigeon, seeing that his coloring was mottled, not the grey or whatever color he was supposed to be, and small. But still with the round body of a squab with the awkward angles. Or would be round. It seemed like he hadn't met a meal in a while. Must be this forest traveling. Pigeons expected humans to drop food just anywhere.
"Mighty young to be traveling in the forest," he mused. "I almost hate to kill you but you are entering our territory. You pigeons have taken too much already. Any last words?" He rasped. The pigeon squeaked. Feeling sorry for the miserable winged rat, Earl released his grip a bit.
 
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Even in his age, Earl always paid attention to his surroundings.
Ravens could reach 40 years of age, but usually got eaten or killed by then. Only becoming the pet of a human would give you the chance to live a life like that. But not worth it's time, Earl thought wryly. That life is duller than a rock with brain damage.
He spotted Pud and flew into the air.
He landed heavily on the pigeon.
"I heard that pigeons walk, but never met one that used it as his preferred mode of transportation."
He studied the pigeon, seeing that his coloring was mottled, not the grey or whatever color he was supposed to be, and small. But still with the round body of a squab with the awkward angles. Or would be round. It seemed like he hadn't met a meal in a while. Must be this forest traveling. Pigeons expected humans to drop food just anywhere.
"Mighty young to be traveling in the forest," he mused. "I almost hate to kill you but you are entering our territory. You pigeons have taken too much already. Any last words?" He rasped. The pigeon squeaked. Feeling sorry for the winged rat, Earl released his grip a bit.
"Please don't kill me. I didn't know this was your territory." Pud said. "I'm too young to die."
 
"Please don't kill me. I didn't know this was your territory." Pud said. "I'm too young to die."
"Please," Earl rasped. "They all say that. What reason do I have to spare you?"
A young raven previously consumed in the consumption of carrion curiously watched.
"I didn't know 'Old Earl' still knew how to fly straight..." he whispered in awe.
Earl growled.
 
"Please," Earl rasped. "They all say that. What reason do I have to spare you?"
A young raven previously consumed in the consumption of carrion curiously watched.
"I didn't know 'Old Earl' still knew how to fly straight..." he whispered in awe.
Earl growled.
"If you let me live i'll help you. I really don't want to go back to the pigeons or die." Pud said.
 
"If you let me live i'll help you. I really don't want to go back to the pigeons or die." Pud said.
"An unloyal pigeon or someone who will betray me in the end. Hmmm," Earl contemplated. "How can you help me, exactly?"
The young raven was frozen in shock and others had joined him, wondering when Earl would sic him.
 
Name: Rocket
Age: 4 months
Gender: Female
Personality: Bold, spunky, confident, brave, bossy, doesn't hesitate to challenge anyone who disrespects or offends her, demands respect from lower-ranking pigeons, even at a young age. Easily angered, not afraid to voice her opinions, yet still tries to be respectful to her superiors.
Description: Small reddish-brown pigeon with white-ringed eyes and some white feathers in her wings and tail
Rank/Status: Gang member (Suliver's gang)
Family (if significant): Dead and stuff
Mate: None
Chicks: None
History: Her father died of an illness when she was young, and her mother disappeared soon after. She fled her gang and lived with her sister for a while, and they fought together and were happy for a while. Then her sister was killed by a group of crows and Rocket joined Suliver's gang, again fighting to hide her grief.
Other: Used to secretly hope that her mother was still alive, but now doesn't care either way, blaming her for abandoning her and her sister, which eventually led to her sister's death.
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

Name: Storm
Age: 2 months
Gender: Male
Personality: To be RPed
Description: Normal American crow
Rank/Status: Loner
Family (if significant): Dead
Mate: None
Chicks: None
History: Unknown
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

Name: Shadow
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Personality: To be RPed
Description: Large raven
Rank/Status:
Family (if significant): Open
Mate: Not currently
Chicks: Open
History: Unknown
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome
 

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