Just tell me to leave

Saluce Tremblay · 02-11-2012, 11:34 PM

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It didn’t seem to matter what he said, she was still pissed at him. Her actions seemed to suggest just how irritated she was, as she shoved the bird he didn’t want into his arms. Why on earth she would have thought he would have cherished a bird as a gift he had no idea. He’d have better luck eating it then he ever would bonding or training it. Her hands forcefully made his cradle it even though he really just wanted to drop the thing and go on and leave already. Seemed she didn’t know him as well as he thought. Gifts weren’t something he liked to receive at all, he’d much rather give than get anything.

He ignored her comments for now, letting her go on about her brooding as he looked at the curious thing in his arms. Saluce sighed heavily, already feeling like he was trapped, and not caring a bit to open his arms and let the thing fly off and be free of him. And he did just that, his arms opened, the bird was left to flap it’s wings and with a bit of effort it flew into the sky. It was better this way he gathered, the male never liked birds anyway, especially the one his mate carried around with her. Saluce would have never gotten a horse if the circumstances hadn’t come together, and even now he really couldn’t say he was all that attached to the horse. The behemoth used him for jobs he couldn’t do alone and yet he did enjoy his presence from time to time.

Blues looked up into the sky as the bird fought the vicious currents above him, struggling to stay aloft and failing terribly. A quick ting of fear struck him as it struggled and then rocketed downwards as if it had been hit by a rock. The man leapt quickly scrambling to the edge of the cliff as a long arm flew outwards and a powerful hand grasped the falling bird. It took him a second to realize he had actually caught her, but it wasn’t long before her pecking and screeching told him it was true. The big wolf stood pulling the bird back to him and letting it settling into his chest, this time its wings stayed closed, its frightful experience keeping it pleasantly happy to be in the security of his chest.

“Rough day for you isn’t it?” he said really not caring if the bird understood or not. A paw scratched it’s claw against its beak and it responding but mirroring his actions. He really had no idea what to do with this thing, or how to even go near X’y but for now he chose to walk down the cliff, and when it came time to turn toward the den site, he turned the opposite direction. He didn’t intend on talking with her again today.

Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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