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WC: 332 OOC: Niro is optime, he was working quietly in back of the stables where pidgeons are held until the stupid outburst lol.
Niro’s day had started out well. He was able to get a little daddy playtime with his children to let their mother sleep, and they enjoyed playing by the shore, and learning about the sea and how it was the devil spawn for wolves like Niro. They even got a lesson of reading from him too before Amaranth woke up and took over for him. Niro would take them back again in the afternoon and help with the chores, but the day was his to train the stupid brainless birds. He didn’t know why he continued training them.
So when he got to the stables he knew he wasn’t going to have it good the rest of the day. The stupid animals were restless and it seemed someone had been feeding the fat things far too often. Grunting he took the first one out. The training was arduous for both the stupid fat thing and Niro. It wasn’t long until the man got frustrated and the bird found its opportunity to try and flee the scene. It flew at Niro cooing, trying to either smother the man or confuse him, whatever the reason Niro tripped and fell over a few of the cages that held the other birds in it. Swearing he heard the flutter of wings and ran after them yelling as four pidgeons escaped.
“You stupid good for nothing parasite ridden ….THINGS GET BACK HERE!”
Niro yelled after the birds who were nearly gone. Marahute followed him, the bird had been quiet ever since Niro started the training and did not offer her assistance. Niro grabbed his mowhawk and proceeded to pull on it in frustration. Little did he know he wasn’t alone. He kicked a bucket that had rain water in it and it sprayed everywhere outside before turning to head back in only to stop short at the sight of a man and a colt nearby.
“Uh... Hi.”