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

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Earl sighed. Why hadn’t he finished them off. “It was very clear that the forest would finish them for me. I pity a fightless fowl in this forest. Anyways, the pigeon is probably dead on the edge of pigeon territory at the gull is probably coyote food on our eastern border.”
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“Good day to you too!” Russet said, waving at the pigeon whose flight had a rather bumpy start. “Nice meeting yah!”
Russet bounced along the wire thoughtfully. “Salty Fries, Salty Fries... we need to find a gull with the name Salty Fries.” He could almost taste the saltiness drying out his tongue. The gull really did have a rather imaginative name. He hopped from the wire and beat his wings, flying over the jeering faces below.
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Moonlight smeared composure all over her face, shoving the doubts back within her. “I’m sure she will, but could you tell me more about this organization? The more we know the less it can be a threat.” I’ve openly admitted it can be a threat. Because even I don’t know about it.

"You're getting soft in your old age, Earl!" A raven cawed at him from the rafters. Azaz cackled.

Cement hopped into the breeze, tilting herself so she headed towards a stunted tree in a nearby parking lot. When she landed, she turned purposefully towards Russet. "You did a lot of insulting back there." She muttered dryly.

Blizzard shifted his pink feet uneasily. Truthfully, he wished he hadn't told her about the resistance group. "An unnecessarily pompous raven name, no doubt. Something about the forest.. or something." He waved his wing dismissively.

 

[Amer]

"You're getting soft in your old age, Earl!" A raven cawed at him from the rafters. Azaz cackled.

Cement hopped into the breeze, tilting herself so she headed towards a stunted tree in a nearby parking lot. When she landed, she turned purposefully towards Russet. "You did a lot of insulting back there." She muttered dryly.

Blizzard shifted his pink feet uneasily. Truthfully, he wished he hadn't told her about the resistance group. "An unnecessarily pompous raven name, no doubt. Something about the forest.. or something." He waved his wing dismissively.

Earl glared up at the raven who had spoken and fluttered to his own rafter so he could brood in silence.
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“I was restraining myself.” A mischievous grin spread across Russet’s beak. “Do you think I got him good?” The smile faded. “Oh. Right. Salty Fries... Do I know a Salty Fries?”
His nails clicked as he paced across the branch. “It certainly sounds familiar,” he mused. He craned his neck toward Cement. “Do you know a Salty Fries?”
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“Isn’t there more?” Moonlight asked anxiously. “You’ve got to know more than that...” she trailed off. Her plumage sagged around her. Upon realizing this, she brought it up around her again and reached for her usual decisive attitude.
“Oh, no matter,” she decided. “I’m not bringing a poor report to the General. Come on, let’s find the others. We can get to the resistance group later.” (So I was thinking of them meeting Fish Sticks and Riski or Blizzard can just go home to his gull friend.)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Earl glared up at the raven who had spoken and fluttered to his own rafter so he could brood in silence.
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“I was restraining myself.” A mischievous grin spread across Russet’s beak. “Do you think I got him good?” The smile faded. “Oh. Right. Salty Fries... Do I know a Salty Fries?”
His nails clicked as he paced across the branch. “It certainly sounds familiar,” he mused. He craned his neck toward Cement. “Do you know a Salty Fries?”
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“Isn’t there more?” Moonlight asked anxiously. “You’ve got to know more than that...” she trailed off. Her plumage sagged around her. Upon realizing this, she brought it up around her again and reached for her usual decisive attitude.
“Oh, no matter,” she decided. “I’m not bringing a poor report to the General. Come on, let’s find the others. We can get to the resistance group later.” (So I was thinking of them meeting Fish Sticks and Riski or Blizzard can just go home to his gull friend.)

Shadow scratched her clawed foot across the dirty wooden floor of the dilapidated barn. Trying to lead ravens is like trying to fly with one wing. She complained to himself. They're always bickering and going off on their own, and they're just so.. independent! She paced in a circle. Makes sense why ravens only group together if absolutely necessary, but it makes my job so difficult.
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Thattel poked Aspen (@LoveMyChickenBabies) "Hey, I think we can go now," he muttered, flapping over to Shadow. "Ruler.." He murmured, "can Aspen and I go on a recruitment patrol?"
"Fine," Shadow snapped, appearing lost in thought. A few moments later she looked at him, still standing there, as if waiting for something else. "Take an experienced raven. You're dismissed."
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"I like it better when you're the 'strong and silent' type." Cement cooed wryly. "Salty Fries.. Blizzard would probably know. Of course, we can't ask him, because he's going on some random mission." She muttered, "But I know that name.."
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Blizzard stared at her like she was mad. We're going to get captured by ravens! This is a suicide mission! He almost made up his mind to just fly away from this mess, but then he remembered his flock and sighed. "Ok, ok, I'm coming," he muttered grumpily.

(That's a good idea. Assuming they went off to find food or something so aren't with Bagel Bite.)

 

[Amer]

Shadow scratched her clawed foot across the dirty wooden floor of the dilapidated barn. Trying to lead ravens is like trying to fly with one wing. She complained to himself. They're always bickering and going off on their own, and they're just so.. independent! She paced in a circle. Makes sense why ravens only group together if absolutely necessary, but it makes my job so difficult.
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Thattel poked Aspen (@LoveMyChickenBabies) "Hey, I think we can go now," he muttered, flapping over to Shadow. "Ruler.." He murmured, "can Aspen and I go on a recruitment patrol?"
"Fine," Shadow snapped, appearing lost in thought. A few moments later she looked at him, still standing there, as if waiting for something else. "Take an experienced raven. You're dismissed."
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"I like it better when you're the 'strong and silent' type." Cement cooed wryly. "Salty Fries.. Blizzard would probably know. Of course, we can't ask him, because he's going on some random mission." She muttered, "But I know that name.."
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Blizzard stared at her like she was mad. We're going to get captured by ravens! This is a suicide mission! He almost made up his mind to just fly away from this mess, but then he remembered his flock and sighed. "Ok, ok, I'm coming," he muttered grumpily.

(That's a good idea. Assuming they went off to find food or something so aren't with Bagel Bite.)

“That pigeon deserves the insults. He deserves worse, in fact. Him and the rest of his twist-winged gang," Russet said. His face twisted with anger, and something boiled the blood vessels in his eyes. He hated Sulliver and anyone associated with him. Hated them. And it took a lot to make Russet hate someone. Even General One-Toe and her depraved propaganda couldn't bring that out of him. That hate. But if Cement thought that an alliance with him would protect his flock from Sulliver, he would do anything to assist her.
As he realized those words might bring out Cement's sympathy, he refocused on the task at hand. “Salty Fries...”
“What are you two muttering about?" a young charcoal-colored pigeon asked. Russet jumped when he realized the curious bird had landed on a branch a few limbs above them without him noticing. "Salty fries, like at McDonalds?"
"No..." Russet said.
"Or... I know!" the pigeon shuddered. "That Salty Fries... No wonder you look like you've come face-to-face with a night-stalker."
"You know that gull?" Russet asked.
"Well, sort of. I know where she lives... but I'd stay away from there if I were you." The pigeon fluffed his feathers.
"Why?" Russet asked. Was Salty Fries some kind of pigeon murderer? Was that why Sulliver wanted her? Did he want her dead, or was he going to hire her as some kind of hit-gull? Russet was glad Sulliver didn't seem like to the kind of pigeon to do that. Still, if he hired a gull, no one would suspect he was the one behind the murder. Ha, no. Sulliver couldn't put that amount of strategy into a plan. If he had the intelligence of a squirrel, we'd all be dead.
"Salty Fries... Well... she's a few straws short of a nest," the pigeon said, shuffling his feet.

Spoiler: Nickle

Name: Nickle
Age: 7 months
Gender: m
Personality: bright, chirpy, curious, smart, seems to be immune to somewhat dangerous situations, observant, thrifty
Description: small, solid dark grey pigeon with a whitish tail and underbelly I believe it is called a T-Check pattern.
Rank/Status: non-member
Family (if significant): no one really knows where Nickle came from, or how he can survive when he's wandering through dangerous territory like the junkyard and Suliver's alley, nor do they know why he is so familiar with the city and the birds in it when they don't pay close enough attention to become familiar with who he is himself. But its been generally decided by everyone he's met that his parents had been killed by some gang or another or some such calamity. And anyways, no one really cares.
Mate: none
Chicks:none
History: Again, Nickle is a mystery. Associated with Blizzard.
Other: I don't plan to use him in interactions much except to throw him randomly at people.
Username: AMERAUCANAS4REAL

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(I'd more assumed Bagel Bite would have flown off and they'd wake up without him.)
"Glad to hear that you're with me," Moonlight said. She glided over the trees for a bit, watching as the pines swiftly overtook any remaining deciduous tress. A gleaming white thing reflected the sun through a gap in the trees. Some ways away, she could see a road winding through the forest. "Now what could that be?" Moonlight asked, descending on the alien white thing. It appeared to be a vehicle of some sort. From far away it had been a glaring white, but now could see oxidation and pine needles begriming it's surface. "Looks abandoned." She fluttered into the window and was met by an ugly, gullish creature and a gangly gull. That could mean only one thing.
She threw herself at the gull (Fish Sticks) and brought him to the ground. "You are under arrest by the pigeon military!" she cooed as intimidatingly as possible.

 

[Anime2lover]

"Makes sense," Rocket cooed. She scratched her wing with her foot. "Anyway, you need to join a gang. Without one you won't have protection. Life is dangerous for a lone pigeon."

Nanako: very dangerous. *she agreed readily.* barely managed to get away from a hawk attack during my race.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Nanako: very dangerous. *she agreed readily.* barely managed to get away from a hawk attack during my race.

"That means you're gonna join?" Rocket asked, barely suppressing her excitement. She bobbed her head in a circle like a weird owl in anticipation of Nanako's answer.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“That pigeon deserves the insults. He deserves worse, in fact. Him and the rest of his twist-winged gang," Russet said. His face twisted with anger, and something boiled the blood vessels in his eyes. He hated Sulliver and anyone associated with him. Hated them. And it took a lot to make Russet hate someone. Even General One-Toe and her depraved propaganda couldn't bring that out of him. That hate. But if Cement thought that an alliance with him would protect his flock from Sulliver, he would do anything to assist her.
As he realized those words might bring out Cement's sympathy, he refocused on the task at hand. “Salty Fries...”
“What are you two muttering about?" a young charcoal-colored pigeon asked. Russet jumped when he realized the curious bird had landed on a branch a few limbs above them without him noticing. "Salty fries, like at McDonalds?"
"No..." Russet said.
"Or... I know!" the pigeon shuddered. "That Salty Fries... No wonder you look like you've come face-to-face with a night-stalker."
"You know that gull?" Russet asked.
"Well, sort of. I know where she lives... but I'd stay away from there if I were you." The pigeon fluffed his feathers.
"Why?" Russet asked. Was Salty Fries some kind of pigeon murderer? Was that why Sulliver wanted her? Did he want her dead, or was he going to hire her as some kind of hit-gull? Russet was glad Sulliver didn't seem like to the kind of pigeon to do that. Still, if he hired a gull, no one would suspect he was the one behind the murder. Ha, no. Sulliver couldn't put that amount of strategy into a plan. If he had the intelligence of a squirrel, we'd all be dead.
"Salty Fries... Well... she's a few straws short of a nest," the pigeon said, shuffling his feet.

Spoiler: Nickle

Name: Nickle
Age: 7 months
Gender: m
Personality: bright, chirpy, curious, smart, seems to be immune to somewhat dangerous situations, observant, thrifty
Description: small, solid dark grey pigeon with a whitish tail and underbelly I believe it is called a T-Check pattern.
Rank/Status: non-member
Family (if significant): no one really knows where Nickle came from, or how he can survive when he's wandering through dangerous territory like the junkyard and Suliver's alley, nor do they know why he is so familiar with the city and the birds in it when they don't pay close enough attention to become familiar with who he is himself. But its been generally decided by everyone he's met that his parents had been killed by some gang or another or some such calamity. And anyways, no one really cares.
Mate: none
Chicks:none
History: Again, Nickle is a mystery. Associated with Blizzard.
Other: I don't plan to use him in interactions much except to throw him randomly at people.
Username: AMERAUCANAS4REAL

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(I'd more assumed Bagel Bite would have flown off and they'd wake up without him.)
"Glad to hear that you're with me," Moonlight said. She glided over the trees for a bit, watching as the pines swiftly overtook any remaining deciduous tress. A gleaming white thing reflected the sun through a gap in the trees. Some ways away, she could see a road winding through the forest. "Now what could that be?" Moonlight asked, descending on the alien white thing. It appeared to be a vehicle of some sort. From far away it had been a glaring white, but now could see oxidation and pine needles begriming it's surface. "Looks abandoned." She fluttered into the window and was met by an ugly, gullish creature and a gangly gull. That could mean only one thing.
She threw herself at the gull (Fish Sticks) and brought him to the ground. "You are under arrest by the pigeon military!" she cooed as intimidatingly as possible.

(Nickle is accepted. He's wonderful. XD)
Cement stared at the young pigeon. After several moments of silence, she said in a quiet voice, "We need to know the location of Salty Fries." She cocked her head. "And why she is so dangerous."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Fish Sticks squawked very loudly in alarm. He stuck his webbed foot in her face to try and keep the angry pigeon away.
Blizzard dove in after Moonlight, annoyed with her impulsive attack. Doesn't she see there's two of them, and both are much bigger than us?! He flew at Riski, but didn't engage yet, waiting for the albatross' next move.
(Sorry for the lame posts XD)

 

[Amer]

(Nickle is accepted. He's wonderful. XD)
Cement stared at the young pigeon. After several moments of silence, she said in a quiet voice, "We need to know the location of Salty Fries." She cocked her head. "And why she is so dangerous."

"All right," Nickel said. "I can take you there," he offered, hopping a branch closer. Russet resisted the urge to jump. The little pigeon was making him nervous, with all of his hopping and jumping, reminding him of the green wheeled creatures that human children were fascinated with. (RC cars)
"Salty Fries lives in a dangerous corner of the junkyard. It's hard to find without a guide. And she's been known to.... she's been known to eat pigeons." Nickel shivered. "I never saw her do that, but I heard so, and I did see her swallow an entire tin can once."
Russet stared at the pigeon with disbelief. "Someone thought it would be funny to tell you that. Gulls may be squirrel-brained enough to eat metal..."
Nickel nodded silently.
"But they couldn't eat a pigeon." Russet finished.
Nickel shook his head. "This one could," he whispered.
"You're delusional."
"But she could. Come on, I'll show you!" Nickel hopped off the branch and plummeted, and Russet thought for a moment he was going to splat on the ground. But then the round little bird flapped his wings, and with effort, he was careening into the sky.
"Do you have any idea who that is?" Russet whispered to his mate.

Fish Sticks squawked very loudly in alarm. He stuck his webbed foot in her face to try and keep the angry pigeon away.
Blizzard dove in after Moonlight, annoyed with her impulsive attack. Doesn't she see there's two of them, and both are much bigger than us?! He flew at Riski, but didn't engage yet, waiting for the albatross' next move.
(Sorry for the lame posts XD)

Riski didn't even notice the other pigeon. Instead, he shoved Moonlight off of Fish Sticks and pinned her with one webbed foot. Moonlight flapped her wings in desperate means of escape, but the strange bird was eight times her size, and he had a long pointy beak.
"What do you think you're doing attacking random strangers, pigeon?" Riski demanded. It was a pretty pigeon, a black-and-white one. "I thought this was supposed to be Raven Territory!"
"It is!" Moonlight cooed in annoyance. "We're trying to arrest a fugitive who is guilty of treason!" She noticed immediately that the bird had a hoarse, gullish voice and a strange accent. "What even are you?" Because if these things live in Raven territory I would question General One Toe's plans to obtain it.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"All right," Nickel said. "I can take you there," he offered, hopping a branch closer. Russet resisted the urge to jump. The little pigeon was making him nervous, with all of his hopping and jumping, reminding him of the green wheeled creatures that human children were fascinated with. (RC cars)
"Salty Fries lives in a dangerous corner of the junkyard. It's hard to find without a guide. And she's been known to.... she's been known to eat pigeons." Nickel shivered. "I never saw her do that, but I heard so, and I did see her swallow an entire tin can once."
Russet stared at the pigeon with disbelief. "Someone thought it would be funny to tell you that. Gulls may be squirrel-brained enough to eat metal..."
Nickel nodded silently.
"But they couldn't eat a pigeon." Russet finished.
Nickel shook his head. "This one could," he whispered.
"You're delusional."
"But she could. Come on, I'll show you!" Nickel hopped off the branch and plummeted, and Russet thought for a moment he was going to splat on the ground. But then the round little bird flapped his wings, and with effort, he was careening into the sky.
"Do you have any idea who that is?" Russet whispered to his mate.
Riski didn't even notice the other pigeon. Instead, he shoved Moonlight off of Fish Sticks and pinned her with one webbed foot. Moonlight flapped her wings in desperate means of escape, but the strange bird was eight times her size, and he had a long pointy beak.
"What do you think you're doing attacking random strangers, pigeon?" Riski demanded. It was a pretty pigeon, a black-and-white one. "I thought this was supposed to be Raven Territory!"
"It is!" Moonlight cooed in annoyance. "We're trying to arrest a fugitive who is guilty of treason!" She noticed immediately that the bird had a hoarse, gullish voice and a strange accent. "What even are you?" Because if these things live in Raven territory I would question General One Toe's plans to obtain it.

(Wait, is it Nickel or Nickle? XD)

Cement watched the strange pigeon silently, offering neither an argument to the existence of pigeon-and-tin-can-eating gulls nor even a confused look. She flapped off the branch, following Nickle with a steadier flight-path. At Russet's question, Cement dipped back to him. "I have no idea,"
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"It doesn't matter what kinda notgul he is, notgul!" Fish Sticks squawked. It seemed all he ever did was squawk. "What're you doin' attacking me? Did I eat at one of yer burger-houses again?" He squinted, trying to remember the last fast-food restaurant trashcan he had raided.

Blizzard puffed out his feathers and hovered above the pair. He glanced at Fish Sticks wearily. "Are you sure this is the right gull?" He asked the pinned lieutenant, "He seeks rather.. harmless. And uninjured." It was then that Blizzard noticed the blood on the floor. His eyes narrowed.