[aw] volant aspirations

Vesper · 06-19-2012, 12:19 PM

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422 → Optime form. For absolutely anyone! Big Grin

Summer sunlight broke in beams through the dark, clawing branches of the aptly-named ruins. It seemed even a bright day, full of birdsong and rich scents in other areas, could not penetrate the dreary atmosphere of the grove where the ravens lived. The dark birds flapped from perch to perch, cawing and croaking and making all matter of noise as they went about their day. It was a harsh cacophony to any coyote's ears, but as the Centurion moved slowly through the stained trees, she was surprised to understand bits and pieces of the noise.

Her expression must have shown her wonder, because the large raven perched on her shoulder preened smugly and said, Not so hard as boy thinking, eh?

Vesper smirked and reached up to cuff the corvine, who flapped up into a tree above and quorked once to a companion. The other raven was sleeker, smaller, her indigo iridescence more obvious than the scruffy male's. She peered down at the coywolf, and Stark lifted his head. Midnight having few words, he explained. Trying to say hello, now, boy. He cocked his head expectantly.

It embarrassed her, but with her winged partner watching and no luperci in sight, the scarred woman let out an accented croak that was somewhat standard greeting among the birds. After a pause, in which the ravens shared an amused glance, the one named Midnight returned the greeting. She then let out a harsher noise, one that Ves was used to hearing when she came into their midst.

Is this how you build relationships? Vesper asked her companion wryly. She had some slivers of meat in one hand, and she threw some at the female raven, who wolfed them down greedily.

Midnight bobbed her head violently as if in answer, and Stark chuckled in the queer way of ravens. He waggled a wing at the other, and with a grouchy peck, she left him to wing her way through the high branches where the others lurked.

Being a start, Stark admitted finally. Making friends, giving food, getting spy. Today learning hellos and foods, later learning about orders.

She smirked in defeat and started to weave her way through the wooded area again, stopping from time to time with introductions and meat-throwing. In one way, she knew, this was no different from first making her way through Inferni to meet her comrades. Commands and true partnership would come afterward, and until then, she would make a fool of herself cawing at the sky.

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