The Goodfeathers

Anann Kelevra · 09-27-2011, 01:59 PM

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Sorry for the wait, I meant to have this up sooner. fyi, title is a reference to the pigeons from Animanics xD surely you remember that cartoon.

The young colt was proving to be a chip off the old block. Noire had already picked up on many of the vocal commands that often taught until they were yearlings. It had come to the point where Noire’s training was limited by his physical development. Soon though, Anann would be able to intensify the young horses training in teaching him the tactics in fighting off four-legged opponents and how to best guard himself from the tactics of wolves in downing creatures such as himself. The colt’s sire had also taken an interest in his development and Rem had already been teaching the colt quite a lot while she had been unable. But like all youth, his attention span only stretched so far so after a run in the training pen she let the colt back out in the paddock with his mother.

Looping the lead rope in her hand, she walked back to the stables to put away the halter and rope in the tack room. Since her miscarriage, life had started to resume it’s old patterns. The weakness the condition had brought her had left and the bare skin of her muzzle, wrists, and ankles was slowly beginning to fill in with fine hairs of honey and amber. Though leather bracers protected the bare of her arms and legs from sight. She felt they painted all too clear a picture of what had been taken from her. Thought it seemed just as things had started to return normal for her there was a new a threat. War. And with it even more changes were likely to follow as Anann found herself considering Jazper’s offer of joint leadership in the formation of a pack to serve as protection for all against the unjust. She had been surprised, and honored, at his offer and the cause was one she could not easily dismiss. Was it not the very sort of thing she had been born for?

Hearing an unusual stirring from around the pigeon cages Niro kept in the stables, Anann went to investigate. She seldom gave the varied flock of the Huntsman much attention. For she had no experience handling birds for any other purpose than making a meal of them and Niro would surely frown on her making a meal out of birds. She understood the use of the raptors for hunting, but she had often wondered about the purpose of smaller, seemingly useless pigeons.

Niro Takekuro · 10-15-2011, 08:45 AM

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OOC: Forgive me Sad WC: 315

The day had not started out well for Niro, as he'd nearly choked on breakfast, and fallen into a stupid gopher hole, so when he came to the chaos the pigeons were making, he rolled his eyes and just wished he could eat them all. Grumbling aloud he sat by one of the cages and closed his eyes, trying to keep his mind calm and tell himself that he was going to have a good day. Opening his eyes, things did not seem to be doing much good. Taking one of the cages he was working with he took out the pigeon and started working with it. This one seemed to be dumber than the others, because aparently it would fly around in circles, this was a time where Niro would wish that he knew low speech so he could know what the stupid animal was saying. He only found out when he saw Anann walking a little closer, catching the bird in time, smiling at his friend he put the bird back into the cage.

“Hello Anann, it's a surprise to see you. You look well.”

The man said, he could see the spots where she was still healing and knew only vaguely of what happened to the woman. If he'd known first hand he would have ripped out the throat of the one who did it in an instant, but as he had been traveling a lot at the time, establishing his messaging system, he knew little to nothing of the pack life around him, which he should have because he was a higher ranked wolf in the pack itself. He gave her a smile and then wondered why she was here, she had never really been interested in even his raptor friends. The pigeons were far less interesting than his bird of prey.... like the one he just had out.

Anann Kelevra · 10-18-2011, 10:38 PM

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It was the sounds that came for the pigeon cages that had lead Anann to believe that Niro might be messing with his birds, though it was not confirmed until his fresh scent hit her nose and a moment later she spotted the light gray male with his trademark mohawk. A soft smile stretched thinly over her lips as he greeted her. "Thank you, Niro. It is good to see you. How have you been?" Her bonds with her pack mates had grown weak in the time that Keese had been amongst them. Complete isolation had been impossible, but she had refused to show Keese that any of the members of the court were anything more than acquaintances and therefore not viable leverage. In the end it had left her vulnerable and perhaps had she kept her friends gathered tightly around her he might never have touched her, but others would have felt his wrath. He would have sought to use her friends and their families against to her, to bend her to his will. Keese had known all to well that Anann was often a selfless creature when it came to her well-being over that of another and all he would had to of done was pull the right strings.

Anann looked at the small bird Niro had been working with. The wolf seemed a little frustrated with the feathered creature. "What is it you use these birds for?" She asked quizzically and genuinely interested as she looked at the birds in one of the cages. She felt slightly ashamed that she did not already know, after all the cages had been here for months now and she had always intended to take some lessons form the man on how he handled the birds of prey he had kept. Even if it were only the basics for she knew that huntsman used Marahute and Tobias for tracking prey. A brilliant idea in her own mind and she had always respected Niro for his drive in capturing and training the birds. She would not have even known where to begin. She might have had a knack with horses, but she did not really didn’t know enough about birds to understand them.

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