From the horses mouth

Vesper · 10-18-2012, 09:13 PM

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I was going to wait, but I wanted/needed Vesper posts, haha. Others are still free to join in. Also, this is a long ramble about burds so only last three paragraphs are important. +547

and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming

and the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor

“Tell ’um weasel, got run,” the young female raven was shouting from the top of the tree, her wings spread in elaborate, almost canine gestures as she told the tale. “Threw rocks, Broken-claws rocks at eyes, Scout bark like ’um ’yote. Weasel run off, crap self, all good!”

There were odd croaks and chortles from some of the other birds present, or at least those who could comprehend the High Speech the juvenile, Skel, shouted with. Vesper added her own canine laughter, her tail twitching with mirth as she sat on the thick branch of the smoky-barked tree. She could hear Broken-claws launch into a rowdy rendition of some nonsense song about mulberry bushes, while Stark shifted his claws on her shoulder and ran a beak through her short-cropped hair, quiet and amused. She wondered if he was just as proud of the little band of birds as she was, though he probably already knew the capabilities of his own kind. As a new Falconer, Ves still had a lot to learn, though she was absolutely fascinated each time she visited them.

“Then I guess we don’t have to take care of you anymore, do we?” the tawny coywolf teased Skel, who was strutting around happily on her branch.

The fluffy raven squawked. “Nope!”

Stark might have smiled had he lips instead of a beak. “Cat eating girl with that attitude,” he informed her. Skel shrieked a rude comeback in the bird dialect, flying down to a closer branch. The gist of her cawing seemed to be “bring it, old man,” but Vesper wasn’t paying attention to them anymore: her eyes were on an iridescent, swift shape wingings its way through the bushes, bursting into the forest ruins.

“Wolf, borders!” the purple-black raven cried.

Her eyes widening, the Centurion reached down into her new, crude leather bag and threw a few late-season berries to the bird before jumping down from her branch to land on the earth. Stark looked down anxiously, beginning to flap in a circle as she contemplated whether or not she should take the time to shift. The additional minutes might mean the wolf could trespass and do damage, but her Optime form also left her more vulnerable to attack. She took precious moments to weigh the pros and cons before a wolfish howl announced the canine’s arrival at the borders, and Vesper realized she didn’t need to worry about an attack after all.

Stomaching her frustration, the Centurion let out a hybrid howl of her own that both let Kiara know she was coming and let any Infernians know they didn’t need to charge in with teeth flashing. She shifted down into her familiar Lupus form then cantered toward the northern boundary, Stark flying after her.

Upon seeing the arctic wolf, Vesper was hit with twin emotions: anger at the female for showing up after she’d warned her away so many times, and joy at seeing a friend again. She let her tail wag, though, and quickly made her way over to Kiara to greet her with a lick and nuzzle.

“What are you doing here, Kiara?” she asked, stepping back and letting her scarred brow lift in reproach. The raven landed on one of the wolf skulls, looking on with beady eyes.

Table by Raze; Code by Tammi

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