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

Thattel stared at her with his head cocked. "You're a strange raven, you know that? Your opinion isn't shared by anyone I know. Except maybe Crazy Cat-Eyes." He mused, then shuffled his feet, realizing after he said it that it wasn't exactly a polite thing to say. "Anyway," he cawed, trying to change the subject. "Shadow's gonna give the chick back as soon as the crows agree to a deal." He lowered his voice and looked around as he said it. He didn't want the other ravens to hear he had just told the strange newcomer Shadow's plan.
She shook her head. "The only reason why I agreed to stay was that I wanted to make sure that she got back home - safely. It's hard to think that someone would use a chick as a ransom." She admitted, fluffing her feather slightly
 
Blizzard mumbled something incoherent and fluffed himself up more. The birdsong and Moonlight's voice wasn't helping him ignore the dawn. It's too wet out there..

"Yeah, what she said!" Trout said helpfully, spreading his wings in a bad imitation of Orbit.
The pigeon glared at them, obviously wondering whether she could take them both. At last, she growled, "You weaklings will be crushed by the wrath of the all-glorious pigeon military!" Before flapping away erratically into the chill morning air.
Moonlight felt the damp chill in her feathers as well, but reasoned that flight would at least remove some of the moisture. She fluttered back down and preened a little oil into her feathers, preparing for what could be a long flight. “I guess I’ll let you sleep a little longer. Since you’re technically my elder,” she muttered mostly to herself. Admittedly she didn’t want to go anywhere else either.
She decided to scout her surroundings, and found herself studying Blizzard instead.
I’m starting to wonder what General One-Toe sees in him, she thought, watching the gentle rise and fall of the diminutive pigeons chest.
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Earl raised his head and spread his wings, quickly locating a dead mouse to eat. Just lying there, not a speck of blood. Very strange.
Earl pondered how many of his meals came to be dead, and this may have lead him to have a darker soul. Or maybe not. Nonetheless ravens were superior to their puny crow look-alikes.
He dug in, ripping with his heavy beak.
 
*nanako opened one eye to look at her before stretching and giving a wide yawn. She flapped her wings a few times to shake the sleep outta them before looking around her wet surroundings. She enjoyed the scent of fresh fallen rain, but in the city, the many other scents masked that of the rain untill she could barely smell it.*

Nanako: morning rocket.
 
She shook her head. "The only reason why I agreed to stay was that I wanted to make sure that she got back home - safely. It's hard to think that someone would use a chick as a ransom." She admitted, fluffing her feather slightly
"Well, ravens have done that for generations. Don't you know the story of Raggernar? The legendary raven that took a whole nest of crow chicks?" Thattel said, wondering if she really hadn't heard of the story.
 
"Well, ravens have done that for generations. Don't you know the story of Raggernar? The legendary raven that took a whole nest of crow chicks?" Thattel said, wondering if she really hadn't heard of the story.
She shook her head. "Do ravens really look up to someone like that? It sounds horrible!" Her eyes widened in shock
 
Earl heard the sound of two ravens bickering. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like. Ravens tend to bicker a lot.
He flapped noisily toward the tree where the cawing was happening, lending an ear to eavesdrop.
What do ravens do that’s so bad? Oh, it’s one of those young’ins. That’s all they do when discussing Raven life. Complain, complain...
Still, he peered at the female raven. Young, yes, with the ruffled feathers of a bird waiting on her adult plumage. But she looked tougher and stronger than a lot of young birds he’d seen.
Very strange.
 
She shook her head. "Do ravens really look up to someone like that? It sounds horrible!" Her eyes widened in shock
"Were you raised under a rock? My parents told me stories like this all the time!" Thattel scoffed. "And, why do you keep referring to ravens as if you aren't one of us?" He gave her a suspicious look, like she might be an overgrown crow in disguise. Then he grinned.
Earl heard the sound of two ravens bickering. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like. Ravens tend to bicker a lot.
He flapped noisily toward the tree where the cawing was happening, lending an ear to eavesdrop.
What do ravens do that’s so bad? Oh, it’s one of those young’ins. That’s all they do when discussing Raven life. Complain, complain...
Still, he peered at the female raven. Young, yes, with the ruffled feathers of a bird waiting on her adult plumage. But she looked tougher and stronger than a lot of young birds he’d seen.
Very strange.
Moonlight felt the damp chill in her feathers as well, but reasoned that flight would at least remove some of the moisture. She fluttered back down and preened a little oil into her feathers, preparing for what could be a long flight. “I guess I’ll let you sleep a little longer. Since you’re technically my elder,” she muttered mostly to herself. Admittedly she didn’t want to go anywhere else either.
She decided to scout her surroundings, and found herself studying Blizzard instead.
I’m starting to wonder what General One-Toe sees in him, she thought, watching the gentle rise and fall of the diminutive pigeons chest.
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Earl raised his head and spread his wings, quickly locating a dead mouse to eat. Just lying there, not a speck of blood. Very strange.
Earl pondered how many of his meals came to be dead, and this may have lead him to have a darker soul. Or maybe not. Nonetheless ravens were superior to their puny crow look-alikes.
He dug in, ripping with his heavy beak.
"Elder! Hmph," Blizzard huffed, sticking his white mottled head out of his wing and looking around with slight disgust at the wet landscape below. "Fine! I'm up," he ruffled his wings and stretched out a foot, grimacing as his toes were stuck into the chill air.
*nanako opened one eye to look at her before stretching and giving a wide yawn. She flapped her wings a few times to shake the sleep outta them before looking around her wet surroundings. She enjoyed the scent of fresh fallen rain, but in the city, the many other scents masked that of the rain untill she could barely smell it.*

Nanako: morning rocket.
"Finally! C'mon, let's go beat up that gull," Rocket crowed, her voice so quick the words mixed together. She was ready to hop off their safe perch and fly at the bird, which was 3x her size.
Russet’s claws clicked along the pavement. Hadn’t something important happened yesterday? Hadn’t it rained the night before? If so, he couldn’t remember. He hated not remembering. He paced some more, spotting a stray piece of popcorn. He picked it up, before navigating towards where Cement roosted.
“Goof morning,” he said, waving the popcorn enticingly before her, fluffing his russet feathers.
Cement hopped out of her nest. She looked around at the gang as they did their early-morning preen. Their roosting area was under a bridge in the less populated part of town, where less humans and less pigeons made it easier for her gang to find food. She accepted the popcorn silently. She often showed her appreciation without words. She sat by him next to the edge of the jutting, shelf-like piece of concrete under the bridge (I'm kinda making this up as I go along XD) and watched the muddy brown stream rush by underneath them. "Rained yesterday, didn' it?"
 
"Were you raised under a rock? My parents told me stories like this all the time!" Thattel scoffed. "And, why do you keep referring to ravens as if you aren't one of us?" He gave her a suspicious look, like she might be an overgrown crow in disguise. Then he grinned.
She looked at her feet, slightly embarrassed. "Kind of. My parents were taken by a fox when I was still a chick." She mumbled. "I wasn't really raised by ravens... That's why I don't refer to myself as being a part of the ravens." She fluffed her feathers, feeling uncomfortable
 
She looked at her feet, slightly embarrassed. "Kind of. My parents were taken by a fox when I was still a chick." She mumbled. "I wasn't really raised by ravens... That's why I don't refer to myself as being a part of the ravens." She fluffed her feathers, feeling uncomfortable
"Oh.." Thattel felt like he'd been drenched with cold water. He instantly regretted what he said. "I'm.. Sorry." He cawed quietly. He thought of how horrible it would be if his parents weren't there. "How'd you survive in your own?" He looked at her with admiration.
 
"Oh.." Thattel felt like he'd been drenched with cold water. He instantly regretted what he said. "I'm.. Sorry." He cawed quietly. He thought of how horrible it would be if his parents weren't there. "How'd you survive in your own?" He looked at her with admiration.
"I'm not completely sure. It's all kind of hazy now." She admitted. "I was just learning to fly when they disappeared. I flew out of the nest, looking for them, when I saw the fox. I went back to the nest, but they never returned. After a while, I got hungry. I flew out again but fell that time. I dislocated my wing but I did find a berry bush after walking around for a bit. The bush provided food and shelter for me while my wing healed. While it was healing, another bird took care of me. I don't remember their name or what type of bird they were, all I remember is their warmth beside me while I slept and that they kept me safe." She found herself spilling out her life story to him. When she finished, she looked up and said "So, yeah. I'm not a normal raven."
 

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