08-11-2009, 07:21 AM
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Sounds of eagerness left his mouth as he charged after the fluttering form of a bird ahead of him. Tragically, that same bird was wounded after an accident with a tree earlier in the day. Now, she panicked as the form of Emwe was crashing after her through the landscape. Emwe, on the other hand, was immensely entertained, and failed to see the horrors he was putting the poor bird through. He was just playing, and she was flapping her wings so... invitingly. It was if it wanted him to run after it or something, and that's what he did. If he'd sought to eat it, he would have done so already, but right now it was only a source of entertainment.
As the bird slowed gradually, Emwe found himself catching on, although he hadn't really been running after it as fast as he could, because he was much faster than a bird on the ground! The exhausted creature finally collapsed, and the male stood to look at it, confused. He hadn't really thought about why the bird hadn't chosen to fly away, nor did he quite understand the notion of fear in species that was his (or someone else's) natural prey. But, he realized, he had to have done something, unless it was just playing with him still. One time he had chased after Conor and Conor had tried to fool him by playing dead, and if that was what the bird was doing, it was doing it very poorly. He could see the bird moving! His neck bent and his nose nudged the little creature, who fluttered in fear, convinced that this would be the end of it. A little bit sad, Emwe slowly came to realize that he had to have hurt the bird in some way, and that that was a mean thing to do, except when it was food time. Sitting still and watching the bird, the boy didn't know what to do. His face was a mix of confusion and sadness, and his voice was nearly a whisper as he tried to make it better. "I'm really sorry, bird."
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Shattered coast close to the DdM border
Sounds of eagerness left his mouth as he charged after the fluttering form of a bird ahead of him. Tragically, that same bird was wounded after an accident with a tree earlier in the day. Now, she panicked as the form of Emwe was crashing after her through the landscape. Emwe, on the other hand, was immensely entertained, and failed to see the horrors he was putting the poor bird through. He was just playing, and she was flapping her wings so... invitingly. It was if it wanted him to run after it or something, and that's what he did. If he'd sought to eat it, he would have done so already, but right now it was only a source of entertainment.
As the bird slowed gradually, Emwe found himself catching on, although he hadn't really been running after it as fast as he could, because he was much faster than a bird on the ground! The exhausted creature finally collapsed, and the male stood to look at it, confused. He hadn't really thought about why the bird hadn't chosen to fly away, nor did he quite understand the notion of fear in species that was his (or someone else's) natural prey. But, he realized, he had to have done something, unless it was just playing with him still. One time he had chased after Conor and Conor had tried to fool him by playing dead, and if that was what the bird was doing, it was doing it very poorly. He could see the bird moving! His neck bent and his nose nudged the little creature, who fluttered in fear, convinced that this would be the end of it. A little bit sad, Emwe slowly came to realize that he had to have hurt the bird in some way, and that that was a mean thing to do, except when it was food time. Sitting still and watching the bird, the boy didn't know what to do. His face was a mix of confusion and sadness, and his voice was nearly a whisper as he tried to make it better. "I'm really sorry, bird."
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