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

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Earl squinted. The seagull had an eye tick, and some could argue he was insane. "You do that then," he said, rolling his eyes. His considerable size made him immune to any predatory attacks from above, but he still glanced upward and back to the gull, curious to what his actual motive was.
Still panting, he looked all around and called out for Lore again. The strain from his flapping caused the wounds on his wings to open up again, and blood and adrenaline was pulsating throughout his whole body and making him vibrate. Finally he hobbled over to a bush and just laid down, still keeping an eye on the raven. He was so tired.
 
"The animals abouts, of course," Riski replied. "I like to know about who lives where I've been. Have you ever met an ostrich? If you had, I'd bet you'd know why."
"Ostriches?" Fish Sticks leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell me more."
"Oh for the love of..." He shot off in a straight line flying back into the forest. "Ravens in the forest, pigeons in the city, hawks everywhere else, IS THERE ANY PLACE THAT'S SAFE?". "Lore! Lore! Where are you?"

Barky spotted a black bird out of the corner of his eye. Hmmm, maybe she's looking for someone. He watched her from a tree, but his bright coloring didn't particularly blend him in.
Claw's scanning gaze eventually landed on an odd-looking pigeon. Then again, she thought pigeons were odd-looking in general. She pretended not to notice him, turning and diving to the forest floor, which was thick with vegetation. She hoped that he would come and investigate where she had gone.
Earl had flown far from the ravens, trying to find some time for himself.
The large black raven landed heavily on a slender branch, though no more than a twig, it supported him like he was nothing but a shadow. He was, by principle, suspending himself in the air by sheer force of greatness alone.
His ever-wandering eye roved the landscape beneath him.
A gull was flapping his great pale wings faster than a strobe light; the sun, having penetrated the trees in this area, was reflecting off his wings making them a painful, brilliant shade of white.
The raven squinted, before giving up on the whole vision thing altogether, opening his ears to the many sounds of the forest. One in particular stood out. The gull was squawking most disgracefully.
"Have you ever thought to go to the ocean, where gulls like you belong?" He inquired politely. "That is, after all, their designated territory, certainly you wouldn't want to ahum..." Earl coughed quietly, "intrude on raven land."
He came to a tumbling, screeching halt and nearly ran into a tree, he was still uneasy on his legs.
Panting heavily and with wild eyes, he looked up and cocked his head at the raven. "I never.. thought.. of that." He said in between breaths, "Maybe I'll just ask my good ol' buddy the hawk up there TO GIVE ME A RIDE." The taxing fight with the pigeons, the questionable ravens, and the squealing human child had drained all of his patience.
Earl squinted. The seagull had an eye tick, and some could argue he was insane. "You do that then," he said, rolling his eyes. His considerable size made him immune to any predatory attacks from above, but he still glanced upward and back to the gull, curious to what his actual motive was.
Still panting, he looked all around and called out for Lore again. The strain from his flapping caused the wounds on his wings to open up again, and blood and adrenaline was pulsating throughout his whole body and making him vibrate. Finally he hobbled over to a bush and just laid down, still keeping an eye on the raven. He was so tired.
Cloud, not having any luck, had circled back to his mate. (@OldEnglishGameBantam33 )
 
(*Hisses voilentily*)
Outcast shrugged, eyeing the raven as she continued to preen herself. "Perhaps it is odd. But um, you didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" She asked, her voice muffled by a wing feather.
"It's simple, really," Barnacles said, turning towards the sea. "I am from faraway; a place with many strange creatures. I came from the sea." He cawed softly, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "Sometimes I miss sailing over those crashing waves..." he sighed, "Mind you, by 'sailing' I don't mean flying." The old raven gave her a sideways look, as if to see her reaction.
(@RiverStorm )
 
Name: Cement
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Personality: Easygoing and generally accepting to all, regardless of their abilities as a fighter. Often takes time to just let her gang talk and fly. Has a reputation as being soft, but will, if needed, fight fiercely for her gang, which she considers her flock.
Description: Dark gray with lighter patches and is missing half her middle toe on one foot.
Rank/Status: Gang leader
Family (if significant): Suliver is her brother, though not many know
Mate: Open
Chicks: Had some in the past, none at the moment
History: Though she's friendly with her flockmates, she doesn't share her past with anybody. Says she doesn't want to "trouble them with old problems".
Other: As you can tell, I'm serious about reviving this. XD
Username: RoostersAreAwesome
 
"Ostriches?" Fish Sticks leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell me more."

Claw's scanning gaze eventually landed on an odd-looking pigeon. Then again, she thought pigeons were odd-looking in general. She pretended not to notice him, turning and diving to the forest floor, which was thick with vegetation. She hoped that he would come and investigate where she had gone.




Cloud, not having any luck, had circled back to his mate. (@OldEnglishGameBantam33 )
He waited a couple of minutes and then followed her, landing on a bush low to the ground.
 

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