[p] tonight we'll set the world on fire

Vesper · 09-07-2012, 09:47 PM

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Playful mood is contagious it seems! Big Grin

Vesper was no stranger to play with the feathered company she kept. Ravens were intensely social creatures much like canines, many of whom kept life-mates and squabbled like family. They liked to pester unsuspecting coyotes as well, swooping down and initiating a game of catch-me-if-you-can. At such times, the Centurion was glad to throw aside her other duties and rollick with the intelligent birds. Then again, socializing with the ravens and really learning about them was a part of her responsibility too; she saw them as “her scouts” just as she saw the other subordinates in the Lumen tier, and she needed to learn their personalities to keep and train them.

Presently, however, the small, scarred female was mostly business. She’d explored the mixed forest for some time after running into the mute coyote, and although the encounter had agitated her, she didn’t want to head back to Inferni just yet. Casa di Cavalieri was just off her right shoulder, and she wanted to know how far the territory of their southern neighbors spread. Although she bore no ill will toward the warrior pack—and, indeed, they’d come to good terms with Inferni after their exchange of gifts—it was an important detail to know and one that might factor in a situation where she least expected it.

Noticing her absence from the territory, Stark had of course flown out to find her like the paranoid paternal figure he was. It was fine with her; like usual, they both just pretended he wasn’t as worried as he really was, and that Ves wasn’t at all touched by the concern. They chatted instead: about how the other ravens were, about the coyotes, about Vesper’s love life until she told him to shut up or she’d recount her tousle with Myrika in graphic detail, and finally about the forest they were traipsing through.

At which point, Stark made a croak of disapproval and landed on a tree branch overhead. “Ugly crow flying about again,” he muttered, claws shifting in the wood, and she snorted laughter before pushing her nose into the soil and catching the familiar scent. Her tail quivered, and she threw Stark a curious look. “Getting it,” he said patiently. “Boy having too good mood again, doing stupid things, never telling coyotes.” He flapped off again, probably to make sure the magpie wasn’t up to anything unholy and make sure there weren’t unsavory characters in the area, and Vesper was free to wreak havoc like she wanted.

The plan came together far too easily when she followed the Cavalier’s scent trail, and saw a tawny head poking from the bushes. Keeping around behind her, padding quietly through the leaf-litter, Vesper waited then sprang out at the female with a high-pitched, playful growl.

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