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

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"Is that all? How much do you hate them? Why do you hate them?" Shadow cawed, an angry sort of frustration in her voice. "That's not interesting at all. C'mon now, give us a reason not to kill you!" Her tone almost suggested boredom, and her eyes held a glittering malice.
*Pud looked scared* "I hate them enough to kill them. I hate them because i watched them kill my friend just because we were in different sections of town we weren't allowed to be friends. I've hated them since." Pud said. *Pud started to cry*
 
*Pud looked scared* "I hate them enough to kill them. I hate them because i watched them kill my friend just because we were in different sections of town we weren't allowed to be friends. I've hated them since." Pud said. *Pud started to cry*
Shadow sighed, again seeming bored. "How pathetic," she said, disgust in her voice as she stared down at the sniffling pigeon. Then she turned around and said "Kill him, Earl," her voice dismissive. Without looking back, the large raven flapped upward into the sky and was gone.
 
Shadow sighed, again seeming bored. "How pathetic," she said, disgust in her voice as she stared down at the sniffling pigeon. Then she turned around and said "Kill him, Earl," her voice dismissive. Without looking back, the large raven flapped upward into the sky and was gone.
"All right," Earl knocked him brutally into an oak and he collapsed. An audible snap was heard, but that could have been a twig. His killer instincts had receded as he aged into a common scavenger.
"Naught so even as a tribute to his own miserable species..." he whispered, walking slowly away. The cloud of ravens settled back into their feeding frenzy.
Earl was so confused at this strange pigeon he couldn't eat much more.
The oddest pigeon he had met, and unfortunately he had met many.
(Don't worry, he'll be fine. Nobody can kill other people's characters without their permission. xD)
(Yeah. Let him get away, only sore.)
 
Ritz winged on sea swells.
He saw a strange grey headed crow staring spitefully at his family. "Say, you're mighty strange looking for a crow..." he landed back on the water.
Outcast hopped from one foot to the other, peering at the sea gulls with dull interest as they went about their morning 'hunting' for fish.
Pathetic. They don't even have proper names. She thought as her eyes caught sight of one she had spotted before-- A young male named Fish-Sticks.
Her stomach twisted as she saw one catch a fish, quickly gulping it down. She herself hadn't had a full belly in, well, who knew how long. Keeping track of days had lost her interest long ago.
Suddenly, the whistle-like voice of a sea gull called out to her, causing her eyes to lock onto him. Obviously this dumb creature knew not of her bad reputation of attacking almost any living thing that dared speak to her. "Say, you're mighty pathetic looking, even for a sea gull."
 

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