PERSEVERANCE

Niro Takekuro · 05-19-2010, 01:20 PM

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WC: 1073

so sorry it’s so long!! I got carried away XD anyways I’mma post date this for tomorrow so dates aren’t all screwy with ya!

He’d gotten up to the cheeping of his little chick, and he opened his eye to a white puff of feathers in his face. the bird next to him was nipping at his fur, begging to be fed. Niro sat up and yawned stretching before he got out some of the rations he made with the meal he and Orin had caught a while back. He chewed on the hard tack until it was soft enough for the little bird to swallow. He knew raw meat was better for the baby but he didn’t have anything right this second and it would keep the little peeper quiet while he did find them something small to eat he was sure there was leftover food from the night before. He got all the way up and pulled on his sling, a make shift shoulder thing made just for the bird when he was an egg, now that he was a fully hatched chick he used it to carry him around until he was steady enough to sit up on Niro’s shoulder. Niro sauntered out of his room, feeling rather tired and worn, it was early morning and this was his normal routine get up feed the chick check on the traps then find something else to do when he didn’t find a bird in there, just the bait looking at him as though it was laughing at him… this time it was a rabbit, a little brown one who had this mocking look on his face every time Niro came to check on the trap, well of course he could just be thinking that considering he was disappointed he had yet to catch anything. At this rate the only bird he’d have would be Marahute, the little hatchling. He didn’t want to have to take the time to hatch eggs over and over when it was suppose to be easier just to hatch something.

It wasn’t long before he’d gotten the store of raw meat and made the little bird breakfast and then he was on his way thinking about how he’d find something else to get the birds, he hadn’t used the netting he made for a while, in fact he had only used it once, well today would be a good day to swing a net at a bird all day, he mused as he walked towards the stables, he had to get the blanket and gloves just in case something WAS caught and he’d leave Marahute in the stables, in a smaller cage he’d built for some of the animals he didn’t have now that he’d used for bait. The little bird knew the routine and soon Niro would come back again. He’d love to get to use the new gloves he and Anann made together, he thought as he pulled them off the shelf and into his arms, he just didn’t know when he’d get the chance. They were so nice, he couldn’t believe he’d help make them. Well Anann made him do a good portion of the work but he couldn’t’ forget who had helped him. Once he grabbed what he needed he moved toward the trap, which was out in the open meadow near the stables. Was that a claws against cage? His ears perked up when he heard it, his heart stopped and he raced forward to see if he truly caught something.

Right in front of his eyes was a redtail hawk. He whooped in exhilaration, scaring the small bird. It was a small little bird, it looked to be only 20 inches long, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He was surprised this small little guy went after a rabbit they tended to eat much smaller things than a full grown rabbit, he’d hoped it would attract a falcon but this was better than the nothings’ he’d gotten in the past. Finally and now that he’d seen it he almost forgot he had to get it out of the cage and back to the stables, he looked behind him and saw them a good five hundred yards away from where he was, this little bird would be quick he knew, but that’s what he had his stuff for. He set the blanket down and then pulled on his gloves he’d also had some extra leather strings that he could bind the feet together at least for now until he got the bird into the barn, he didn’t know how humans actually moved the birds to the cages to be trained once caught his book wasn’t detailed enough, well he’d have to add onto it once he failed or triumphed. He thought as he pulled on one glove. Then he did the same with the other. How he was going to do this alone he didn’t know. He’d made it so that the top would pull up if opened but if he did that he’d have one hand out of commission and the other would more than likely be too slow for the bird. He jumped up on the cage, figuring out what he had to do as the little bird below him, a pretty brown in color with the bright red tail, screeched at him in agitation. He didn’t want to scare the bird more than he had to, he pulled the blanket in one hand, and stood on the top half of the cage, if he could get the one side opened without the other getting open he could easily catch the bird. Well hopefully, he started pushing at the top with one hand and swiftly threw the blanket at the bird, his position on the cage was rather awkward and he was sure to a passerby… he’d look like a freak doing something he’d found his sister doing only a few weeks ago. He grunted as he got the blanket over the birds head, it started flapping its wings wildly but only got tangled into the blanket, that was great for Niro, he let the top close before he jumped down and opened it again, maybe since the bird was so small he could just use the blanket to carry the bird to the cage. He opened the top again now standing his full height and wrapped the blanket around the bird. It was stronger than he thought but because the darkness seemed to calm the bird slightly he sure hoped it would stop struggling.

Marika Russo · 05-21-2010, 08:53 PM

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Sorry for delay! She's in Optime form. 400+

How do you describe home? What words do you use to convey the feeling of belonging, of joy, of finally feeling like the small part of something grand? How do you begin to even talk about the way in which the very blood in your veins connects you to those around yourself? The fact that you are born into a loving, welcoming family doesn't guarantee happiness, but it does secure ties, it provides you with anchors and navigation paths in the journeys you face. Marika wasn't often quite so introspective, but her talk with her grandfather had made her rethink her position. She could not consider the woman who had birthed her a mother. Not after the things she had done.

That, however, was in the past and if there was one thing she had learned while travelling it was that you had to let go of the past. You had to forgive, forget and just let go. Troubled spirits could not survive long in the world, unless they found ways of reconciling themselves with whatever had bothered them to begin with. Still, now that she was here again and she had decided to finally stay, Marika couldn't help but wonder what she could do to make herself feel more like a part of the pack. She hadn't quite forgiven herself for leaving in such dire times, but she knew, in her heart, that she had done it out of fear. That she was afraid of losing the side of her family which accepted her for what she was.

Much as she wanted to spend more time with Rurik again today, she could feel herself becoming too quiet and introspective. Their meeting had been a good one and she hoped to see him again soon, but for now, Marika knew that some time alone would allow her to think clearly. So with that in mind, she had set off to explore the hidden parts of the land and see what her own blindness had previously prevented her from discovering. It wasn't that long until she saw an unfamiliar wolf. He probably should have been familiar to her from the meeting, but that time had been such a haze in her mind that she doubted she could recall his name. He seemed to be doing something rather strange with a box and her ears twitched curiously. Marika was almost like a puppy sometimes.

Uhm... Excuse me, but vat are you doing dere? She tried to crane her neck and look over his shoulder, but that only displayed a blanket he was holding tightly. Marika had some semblance of dignity, so she decided to wait patiently for him to explain exactly why he had a blanket and whether she could see what was in it or not.

Niro Takekuro · 05-24-2010, 10:28 PM

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WC: 339

The bird didn’t stop, it kept flapping and struggling to get free… maybe it was because the whole blanket was entirely around the bird, he’d have to change that really quick if he could. Before he could decide how to actually do it he heard a sweet voice, another Russian accent, he’d heard so many these days, he was getting use to it.

Russo? No never mind, you don’t mind stepping on this blanket, I need to get it so this bird isn’t struggling so hard..

She seemed a right enough build to keep a hold of the bird even if she had to sit on it, he wasn’t embarrassed by actually asking a total stranger, as far as he knew all Russo… or at least Russians seemed to be great wolves and for now he needed the help before the introductions came. He was about to lose his grip even with the leather gloves on, until he put the scrunched up blanket on the ground and held it with one of his hind paws. He smiled.

My first catch, and I hope to keep it alive, and from getting free too.

He said, he was thinking about telling her he’d caught a bird but since that was a thought he figured he’d said it out loud and she understood the situation. Of course he was wrong once again. He looked at her with green pleading eyes, hoping she would help him. The bird continued to flap its wings and started tearing at the blanket, he heard a small rip in it, and hoped he had time to get things situated. If he could get the bird to stop struggling he would surely be able to carry it to the barn, but if it continued to he would have to ask for more help. Which of course he was always willing to return the favor with a repair or his other new hobby leather working, although he wasn’t as good as most of the wolves around here.

Marika Russo · 06-12-2010, 10:31 PM

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How fail was I, huh, huh? 300+

He knew her. The realisation hit her and she racked her brain to think of his name. His face seemed familiar enough that she knew she had seen his face before. And it was then that her brain finally kicked into gear and it all came back to her. The meeting where Vigilante had explained about the new leadership. The talks of war. He had been there. She could remember how they had all taken the sad news, in their own ways. However, she could not remember how this particular male had dealt with it. Perhaps it had been in his simple, quiet way. Calm, collected, taking instructions from a leader. “Niro,” she whispered, sampling the way it felt to say it aloud. However, it was no time to keep dreaming, not when he needed help.

With a quick nod, she sat down on the blanket, holding it in place. Birds did not scare her. She couldn't exactly understand why wolves wanted to tame them instead of roasting them over an open fire, but then again, she was not one to complain. The Romanian wolves had tamed animals too. Horses for transporting their things when they moved from one area to another. Birds to carry messages across distance and show them prime hunting spots. It was as alien to her now as it had been there, but she did not judge him for it. “Iz zhis gud, zhen, yes?” She smiled up at him, her warm smile, and as she moved to adjust herself on the blanket, the coins on her waist rattling slowly with every movement.

She was afraid her grip was too strong, but when the rip in the material sounded loudly, Marika's eyes narrowed and she immediately gripped the bird's wings to stop them flapping. Her feet were planted firmly on the blanket and she still she could feel it struggling, wanting to escape. “Перестань, ты глупая птица!” Russian was a much better language to curse in than English, especially since her grasp on the latter was tenuous at best. “Vhere are ve moving her, zhen?” Marika didn't want to hurt the animal, and she wanted Niro to take charge once more and calm it. She was happy for her packmate. A catch like this was rare and it was quite exhilarating to be able to help a friend like this.

Niro Takekuro · 06-13-2010, 07:30 PM

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OOC: sorry it's so poopy ; ;

He watched as she sat on it and was able to move around to get a better hold on the blanket himself, he heard it rip and his heart leapt but she seemed to have some control over the situation and he hurried up and grabbed at where he figured the birds shoulders were and started holding the bird tightly, it wasn’t about to calm down any time soon, and he needed to get it to the stables as soon as possible so since the raptor’s head was inside the blanket he took the chance and picked up the bird around the front, holding its shoulders to him, the Russo was still standing on the blanket.

Ok grab that end and we can head to the stables, I have a cage there, we can put the bird in it.

He said as he struggled to keep a hold of the little bird.

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