Spur, Oak, and Snow- A Turkey Roleplay

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Thrush began scratching for acorns as well.

(You had me at “swagger oozing confidence” XD she’s hilarious!)

Slate’s brain began a disfunctional scramble from the moment the last turkey he would want to approached him. The only bird he had to steer clear from while all of the rangers had left the fence. The one with wild and unbelievable stories. The one who smelt fear. Bessy.
If the fear-smelling rumor was true, Slate would have done well to wipe the panicked expression off his face so he didn’t make his fear even more obvious. Unfortunately, Slate couldn’t see himself, so he shouted his identity with bugging eyes, a white face, and fluffed feathers. “SLATE! I’m Slate.”
This is the sort of punishment I get for leaving my branch.

Bessy smirked, so he was too pathetic to be even a minuscule threat to her status. The bulging eyes, the white face and fluffed feather, he was the type of turkey who nobody knew their name. “Well Slate,” she purposely bit the word out hiding her grin of delight at the terrified expression on his face, gently she tilted her head so she looked more predatory, like a cat when it’s about to pounce. “And why might you be here? On the ground?” She asked her voice was soft but for those who took the bate of her voice sounding sweet her voice would likely be what haunted their nightmares.

 

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Noodles was startled by Slate's panicked yell.
She scrambles out from under him.
She sees the "angry brown turkey" and gets startled again.
"Aaaaghhh" she squeaks in fear
She runs forward and buries herself in the snow

Bessy didn’t bat an eyelid at the turkey poult who had just charged into the snow, her eyes where busy watching Slate for a reaction, or better yet, a response.

 

[Amer]

Bessy smirked, so he was too pathetic to be even a minuscule threat to her status. The bulging eyes, the white face and fluffed feather, he was the type of turkey who nobody knew their name. “Well Slate,” she purposely bit the word out hiding her grin of delight at the terrified expression on his face, gently she tilted her head so she looked more predatory, like a cat when it’s about to pounce. “And why might you be here? On the ground?” She asked her voice was soft but for those who took the bate of her voice sounding sweet her voice would likely be what haunted their nightmares.

Slate pointed an accusatory beak at the poult who was plowing through the snow. “She said she was cold!” His voice was all worry.

 

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Slate pointed an accusatory beak at the poult who was plowing through the snow. “She said she was cold!” His voice was all worry.

This time Bessy couldn’t suppress the grin which overtook her face, oh turkeys where terrified out of there wits of her and how she loved it. “Did she now? And you just assumed it was your place to play mother hen for her? Cause that’s all you’re good for, right?” She asked, her voice held no accusation or attack just mild curiosity, she was good at playing this game, a little too good.

 

[Amer]

This time Bessy couldn’t suppress the grin which overtook her face, oh turkeys where terrified out of there wits of her and how she loved it. “Did she now? And you just assumed it was your place to play mother hen for her? Cause that’s all you’re good for, right?” She asked, her voice held no accusation or attack just mild curiosity, she was good at playing this game, a little too good.

“Right,” Slate said. Bessy’s voice was mild, but it did hurt just a little. He ached for belonging sometimes, even though he tried to convince himself he only wanted to be safe from the bullies.

 

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“Right,” Slate said. Bessy’s voice was mild, but it did hurt just a little. He ached for belonging sometimes, even though he tried to convince himself he only wanted to be safe from the bullies.

Bessy didn’t respond, she read the expression on his face and felt bad, no. No, she never felt bad. She had said far worse to other turkeys, but for other turkeys she had been the only one picking on them, she had a feeling it was more than just her for Slate. “Look, Slate, I’m sorry. That came off harsher than it was intended” she managed to reply, a voice in her mind screamed no! No! You’re not sorry! You’re never sorry! Not for the likes of him, Bessy no! Don’t get soft.
She settled down in the snow deciding perhaps she ought to try and not insult someone for once, have a half decent conversation with him instead of just attacking
(This last paragraph I thing I accidentally changed the layout lol)

 

[Amer]

Bessy didn’t respond, she read the expression on his face and felt bad, no. No, she never felt bad. She had said far worse to other turkeys, but for other turkeys she had been the only one picking on them, she had a feeling it was more than just her for Slate. “Look, Slate, I’m sorry. That came off harsher than it was intended” she managed to reply, a voice in her mind screamed no! No! You’re not sorry! You’re never sorry! Not for the likes of him, Bessy no! Don’t get soft.
She settled down in the snow deciding perhaps she ought to try and not insult someone for once, have a half decent conversation with him instead of just attacking
(This last paragraph I thing I accidentally changed the layout lol)

“You are? It was? That didn’t sound mean to me,” Slate said, turning his head to the side and genuinely confused. After all, what she said was true, wasn’t it? She just didn’t use insults like the other turkeys did. Just as his feathers began relaxing again they remembered to stand on end. Sitting down and apologizing didn’t make Bessy any less terrifying. If anything, it made her more terrifying, because of confusion and therefore fear of the unknown.

 

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“You are? It was? That didn’t sound mean to me,” Slate said, turning his head to the side and genuinely confused. After all, what she said was true, wasn’t it? She just didn’t use insults like the other turkeys did. Just as his feathers began relaxing again they remembered to stand on end. Sitting down and apologizing didn’t make Bessy any less terrifying. If anything, it made her more terrifying, because of confusion and therefore fear of the unknown.

“Well yeah, I might be a little mean but god I have a heart, I know when things are thrown and strike too deep” she replied, she couldn’t help but smirk at the confusion blatantly on his face. She knew what it was like to not have friends, god knows she’d alienated all of hers so long ago she almost forgot who they where. She fluffed up her feathers for added warmth.

 

[Amer]

“Well yeah, I might be a little mean but god I have a heart, I know when things are thrown and strike too deep” she replied, she couldn’t help but smirk at the confusion blatantly on his face. She knew what it was like to not have friends, god knows she’d alienated all of hers so long ago she almost forgot who they where. She fluffed up her feathers for added warmth.

“Yes, yes, of course you do,” Slate stuttered. She’s not going to suddenly attack me, right? When Bessy fluffed out her feathers, Slate flinched.

 

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“Yes, yes, of course you do,” Slate stuttered. She’s not going to suddenly attack me, right? When Bessy fluffed out her feathers, Slate flinched.

Bessy didn’t reply, sometimes it was nice having someone afraid of her, sometimes it wasn’t. This, unfortunately, was one of those times, she hated having someone afraid of her because if they weren’t perhaps she could be his friend but no, she was far too tough for that, for insignificant friends.