Tranquility at its finest.

Niro Takekuro · 05-11-2010, 02:57 PM

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Niro was sitting on the porch watching the sun shine on the weed eaten garden, and shone off the iron gates. It was a lovely day, he’d checked his trap, of course there was nothing, but it wasn’t broken again, he was glad for that, he was sure he full proofed it when the first hawk or falcon got away. Now he just wanted to sit and relax, his egg was bound to hatch any day now, and he was excited about it. He sighed happily as he watched thinking if there was anyone around that gardened, because this whole garden area was just… well, aweful. He wished he had a green thumb but there was nothing he could do about it, he didn’t know a weed from a really useful plant. He shrugged, well it was ok, it was just a part of the Chien hotel now. He knew he’d want a place of his own though, someday, he knew Orin was interested in the lighthouse, there were two living spots he’d make sure he got one of them, someone had to keep an eye on the crazy she wolf.

Orin Takekuro · 06-21-2010, 08:18 PM

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The Takekuro girl approached the porch of the Chien Hotel. . . and to the likely surprise of anyone who knew her personally, was coming from the wrong direction! On any other given day, Orin would have emerged from within the pack’s common rooms, coming out into the sunlight for the first time that day or, possibly, the first time in several days. But today she approached from outside the gates. There was a light squeak of old hinges as she pulled the wrought-iron gate open and slipped her thin frame through, being sure to latch it properly behind her. As always, she had a bright, cheerful expression painted on her visage, and also a leather-bound tome tucked under one arm – today she had gone out without the sack she typically carried her supplies in.

She noticed her brother on the porch immediately and offered a smile that could shame sunshine. Crossing the garden was quick work for her, and she didn’t seem to stop long enough to be perturbed by the garden’s disarray as her brother had. Of course it could be more beautiful, but this was the only state Orin had ever known this garden to be in. Well, this or covered with snow, which wasn’t a bad alternative. Anyway, she had little to no talent for botany, and wasn’t about to start now. This place was changing her a lot, and for the better, but yard work was still something that hadn’t yet peaked her interest.

Prancing up to her brother, she bounded up the steps onto the porch and propped her book up on the boards against the railing. “Hey,” her voice was as sickeningly cheery as ever. “Shouldn’t you be out doing something? You’re too lazy.” She raised an eyebrow, but was clearly joking. It was just a role reversal, for once, him being back at the Hotel while she had been out all morning.

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Niro Takekuro · 06-21-2010, 08:33 PM

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He saw his sister come up, raising an eyebrow he wondered what kind of mischief she’d gotten into. Well she was in one piece and not bloody so it wasn’t too much trouble he supposed. He ought to be happy she could at least go somewhere without him and not get hurt, it was a relieving thought. He saw she had a book in her hands and figured she’d either found the library, or found an abandoned home… he suspected a home or something because she’d still be at the library if she really knew where it was. As she was plainly happy to see him, he wondered what she really had in mind for him today. He eyed her, and looked at her books again, he was actually proud to be her brother, and any wolf would have to go through him to get her, he loved his sister, no matter how annoying she could be.

It’s time for some change besides I checked my trap today, not much more to do than wait and hope I get a bird tomorrow.

He did his usual egg rubbing when he started talking, he only noticed that when it made people actually notice what he was doing and question him about the egg, it seemed like a habit, he wondered what would happen after the chick was born the poor thing would be bald if he continued this kind of thing.

What are you doing out and about?

Pretty much knowing the answer itself. She was not always a stick in the mud who stayed in her room all the time…just most of the time. He knew there were times where she wanted to get out and move around, particularly if she didn’t have some kind of story to read, but especially if she wanted to chase a particular story. He wondered if she’d gone chasing after another story, but he didn’t question it, he would find out sooner or later.

Orin Takekuro · 06-22-2010, 07:11 PM

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With a particular air of drama she flopped down onto the porch floorboards next to her brother’s chair and slung her legs over the side, letting her feet dangle and sway back and forth. She held a post with delicate fingers, and stared out to the garden for a moment before turning back to her brother. “You don’t like change,” she mused. “I always have to annoy the hell out of you to get you to do anything new.” She giggled. It was a fair justification for her usual past time – pestering her brother.

“Hey!!” She suddenly looked very, very offended, and prodded at his foot. “You're not growing up on me, are you?”

She knew her brother had gotten some preoccupation with some bird or something. . . well, okay, she didn’t know the particulars. . . but she had noticed when her brother began building the cage and the trap, and once she noticed it was too small for her to fit into and therefor not some scheme to keep her out of trouble, she realized he was interested in acquiring a pet. She didn’t understand the importance, or that when Niro finally did catch one it would far surpass normal pet status, but he had been so engrossed with it in the last few weeks and she was happy that he had found himself a hobby. Oh, the luxuries of a real home. . . they would never have had time for their indulgences back in the Florida slums.

“So, what is it you’re trying to catch, anyway? Just any bird, or one in particular?” She turned her golden eyes from the dilapitated garden and to her brother’s calm visage – that was when she realized he held something in his palm. She eyed his hands for a minute before rising to her feet and leaning over him for a better look. “Hey, whattaya got there?” It looked like some sort of smooth, splotchy, oblong rock. . .

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Niro Takekuro · 06-22-2010, 07:56 PM

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Niro rolled his eyes at her growing up accusation, he wasn’t too old to play, but he’d grown up far longer than she actually thought he did, having to take care of her most of his life. He was mature for his age, but he tried to keep her occupied and let her grow up in her own way, in someways it was stressful because as Orin’s caretaker back when they were pups she demanded quite a bit of attention. These days it wasn’t so bad, he was able to do what he wanted, and actually got on a routine, which his pink hued sister never really saw through her books. She didn’t even remember his obsession with the raptors book he’d found. He read but only on occasions and nothing like his sister.

I’m hoping to catch a hawk or a falcon.
He then felt her moving closer to him, seeing something that the thought might have been a bug on him. He froze for a second wondering what she was looking at when she asked him, he lightened up knowing now it was his egg that he’d been rubbing.

It is a golden eagle egg.

He said moving his hand to reveal the gray speckled egg which lay comfortably next to his fur in the makeshift sling he’d made before he had gotten the egg itself.

Orin Takekuro · 06-22-2010, 08:26 PM

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At his words, her face lit up, expression transforming from curiosity to a silly mixture of overenthusiastic joy. Her ears perked, and her fingers went to her face as she inhaled quickly with a cry. “Eeeee!” Sometimes she could be so articulate. But it really was an appropriate response to the occasion.

“Oh my god Niro! You’re going to be a mommy!” She threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Despite how haphazard the embrace seemed, she had been very careful not to smash her body against his and endanger the helpless egg. “When will it hatch? What will it look like? Can you see through it? What will it eat? Can I touch it?” She reached out a hopeful finger, but wasn’t so daring enough to simply lunge forward and poke at the shell. Before Niro could reply to the last – or any – question, she pulled her hand back again and wiggled with excitement, her tail whipping to and fro.

She hopped on her toes. “Can I get it anything? Does it need to be warmer? It needs to be warmer.” She leaped off the porch with purpose and looked around, but wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for. Then she spun around and jogged into the Hotel only to return a few seconds later with a small blanket. She shook it out and draped it over her brother. “There, is that warm enough?” She tilted her head and arched her brow, but aparantly answered her own question as she turned to run back into the Hotel to fetch a second blanket. She returned again in record time with a second blanket comprised mostly of pink frills, and dropped that over her brother’s torso and the sling as well. This time, she dropped back to the ground and knelt, back straight so she could stare at Niro and the egg even though she had already drowned them both blankets. Her tail drummed rhythmically against the boards.

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Niro Takekuro · 06-22-2010, 08:46 PM

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Niro wasn’t ready for her girlish squeal as he revealed what he was holing, and his ears started ringing at her excitement, then the bombardment of questions came to his ears and before he could even answer them she ran inside… a mommy… only girls could be mothers. Orin was such a pup. He smiled to himself just as Orin put a small blanket over him, he eyed her and pulled the blanket off. The she did it again, a few more times before she sat, he pulled off the rest of the blankets.

It’s warm enough really. And I’m hoping for it to hatch any day now. It’s been wiggling a lot lately.

He had to think about her next few questions, what would it look like when it hatched? He doubted they could see through the egg, and it’s food… well it would eat whatever he did… just pureed.

I don’t know what it will look like and doubtful you can really see through the egg, and it will be eating meat just like us. And yes… you can hold it but be careful.

He said sternly, he’d gotten this far without an accident and he hoped that it wouldn’t end up that giving her the egg was a bad idea, if it got hurt or dropped at all he’d be back a square one… with a dead baby bird.

Orin Takekuro · 06-23-2010, 04:32 PM

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Wiggling? He said it had been wiggling! Somehow, it never dawned on her that the thing could move at all. Of course, anything could shift if there was a living creature inside of it, but it looked like it was little more than a large hand-worked stone, not the safe haven of a growing, living thing. Both her eyes and mouth formed a surprised O at the revelation, and she tilted her head in wonder.

She held out her hands to take the delicate egg from her brother as he carefully and worriedly handed it to her. Even Orin understood the importance and trust it took to relinquish this to her, and the love he had for his sister in just agreeing to it. Her surprised expression became a warm smile as she took the egg. The one thing he would not have to worry about was the care in her hands. Orin had grown to be quite graceful and dexterous, and sitting on the floor as she was, she was unlikely to blunder and drop the egg.

She cradled the egg to her chest and looked down at it as thought it were already a living, breathing creature. Then she suddenly realized something. Turning her eyes to Niro, she quirked a brow, “If it’s stuck in the egg, how does it breathe?”

She looked back to the egg, and much like her brother, was compelled to draw her hand across the smooth shell, petting it as though it already hatched. The creature within wiggled, and she gasped when the weight shifted in her hands. “Did you see that?!” She giggled as she peered at the mottled egg, watching it intently and waiting for another twitch, but it seemed to have stilled again. “What are you going to name it?”

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Niro Takekuro · 06-24-2010, 04:37 PM

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He was nervous as she took the egg, but that ebbed away as she cradled it as though it was a pup. He smiled, maybe one day that egg might be replaced by one, but then … that thought was rather scary with Orin the way she was now, the poor thing probably would be forgotten once Orin decided to read something that interested her. Well maybe that would go away if she did have any right now, she was his sister and thinking things like that was rather… gross. He watched her, smiling, proud of his own catch. He really couldn’t wait for the egg to hatch.

I read that there are pores all around the egg, and there is an air sack which feeds air to the baby, I’m not quite sure how it works, but it does, most birds do tend to hatch.

He said expertly, he’d read a lot of things in the book he had, and he’d seen other’s that he’d lost back in florida, but they weren’t as nice as his falconry book he’d found and he always kept that safe. He grinned when she got excited over the little movement the bird was making inside, this excited him too, any movement meant the baby was quite ready to get out, and it would be days before he’d see the chick, then again it could be today as well, it was such an exciting thought.

I’m not sure what I’ll name it, I won’t know what it will be when it comes out, you can’t just lift it’s tail and check the gender.

He said, he disregarded telling her the poor thing wouldn’t even have a tail when it was born. It would have little thing floofy feathers and that was about it. Thinking that he wondered how cold it would get in this kind of weather. It wasn’t exactly freezing but it still wasn’t all that warm either.

Orin Takekuro · 06-29-2010, 06:38 AM

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If she had any insight into Niro’s mind, then the only thing stopping his precious egg from smashing into his face at the train of his thoughts (more specifically, his doubting her motherly ability), would be her very resolve to prove that what he thought was wrong. Luckily for the both of them, mind-reading was something neither of them were skilled at, so Orin sat blissfully unaware of the random vein of Niro’s thoughts. She was fascinated with what he was telling her about how the little animal inside the brittle shell breathed, but never looked away from it. She began to rock back and forth as though it were a living, cooing baby.

“Hmm…” she wondered for a moment. “So, are you going to keep a diary now?” She finally lifted her head, smiling at him with a bit of an ‘I win’ gleam in her eye. “I mean, you don’t want to forget all the important things that will happen. Its birthday. . . or is that its hatchday? Its first steps. Its first flight. The first time it chirps Momma at you. Momma! Momma!” The last two she screeched in a high voice, comically mimicking what she thought a baby bird would sound like. “Do you have one yet? You have one already, don’t you?” She giggled.

“Well, if you can’t tell that way, how do you tell? Will you ever know? I think it’ll be a girl.” She held it up as though surveying the weight, and peered at it, before cradling it to her body again. “Yes,” she nodded confidently. “It’s a girl. Write that in your journal. ‘Orin says it’s a girl, so it’s gonna be a girl.’ I know a thing or two about birds too, you know!” She lied. “So, do you have a nest for her? Where are you going to keep her?”

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Niro Takekuro · 06-30-2010, 07:07 PM

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Niro rolled his eyes when she mentioned a journal, she’d threatened him before that if he didn’t keep one… she’d do it for him, and he knew wht that would consist of. But he’d actually been keeping a journal, although he kept it hidden from her, mostly because his thoughts about liliya were in it, and he didn’t want his sister knowing about it, she’d eventually tell Liliya, and well he was too scared of what she thought about him to even want her to know. He couldn’t help but smile when she mimicked a… well it must have been some kind of crow or something.

Yes, I’m keeping a journal, and No… you can’t see it.

She thought it was a female? He wasn’t sure, he couldn’t tell such things, then again, she didn’t know anything about birds themselves. He didn’t say anything about it just in case she really was wrong, and he wasn’t going to have a bet or anything, he’d find out if she was right or not in a long time.

You can tell when they are grown, if the eagle is over a certain height then it’s a female.

Niro explained, he wondered if he should just let her borrow his book, but then… he’d probably never see it again, or her for that matter. Then again he didn’t think she was as interested in raptors as much as he was.

The chick will be in my sling during the day, and I have some cloth on my bedside table for it. I have to make it a cage just in case it wants to move around, I don’t want it falling.

He said, he made it clear that he had no clue what gender the little bird would be and he would feel bad calling the bird one gender or another.

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