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Post by Vorn Do'Urden on Jan 27, 2023 17:07:26 GMT -5
There was a hiss, and some words shouted in the darker variant of the elven language that didn't suggest anything nice had been uttered when the owl flew away, icy blue eyes setting themselves on the top of a building whose roof was covered in snow, where it had seen... movement. A rat, most likely. Lunch would be sweet today.
The dark elf who ran behind her on the ground had taught her perhaps too well to be obstinate and independent, and he was paying the price for it now, yelling obscenities and pushing people out of the way while desperately trying (and failing) to keep up. He was slow in the best days, what with his insistence to always walk straight as an oak tree and exclusively with his lower half instead of on all fours - to say nothing of the lack of beautiful wings that now propelled her ever upwards, while he hit his face against the bosom of a very tall human woman, and grew incredibly red from the experience.
Soon, he was nothing more than a small dot on the sea of other dots below, while she had reached her destination, and found.... nothing. Much to her annoyance, the thing she had seen was no longer there, causing her to flap her wings in frustration, settle on the edge of the building, and let out a hoot that suggested she wasn't happy about current developments, and would be in a cranky mood for the rest of the day.
On the ground, Vorn had just ducked a punch from the lady with the big bosom, and was frantically dashing forward while she yelled at him. He, in turn, yelled at the owl up above, because it somewhat helped his wounded pride to have something to be outraged at.
He could see the owl now, taunting him by waving her wings while he hurried up ahead, jumped up a half open window, and propelled himself upwards with sheer willpower and a desire not to get hit on the head by his pursuer. It worked, and all the woman could do was yell some things that weren't half as bad as those his dear old mother said when she was feeling gracious enough to interact with him.
One problem was done with. Now to reach that damned bird. Easy, all he had to do was climb.
A foot found a small place to seetle itself on and aided his further ascent. Then other parts followed: hands found way, and propelled his body up. Knees, feet sometimes three gloved fingers, all held on to either parts of the houses, or pieces of ice so thick and so cold, they served their job of supporting his weight as he left the ground below, nice and easy so the bird wouldn't get spooked and fly somewhere else. Even though Vorn sometimes thought she did it more out of spite than because of genuine startlement.
It took him a good five minutes of pure climbing while the wind bit his face, the woman below made a formal complaint to the guards, and the owl tucked herself to sleep so she'd forget the shame that was having lost her prey, but the dark elf finally reached the top of the building his bird had decided to settle herself on. Very carefully, very slowly, he walked up towards her, one hand extended to grab the bird and... then get down with her. Somehow.
One problem at a time. For now, he had to focus on not making noise and waking her up - she was so close now, he could almost taste the reporaching speech he was about to make. Almost there.... almost there....
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Jan 29, 2023 13:13:08 GMT -5
Moonglade forests seemed to love Mischief, embracing him in gentle shadows, with only the sheen of his feathers and shinny, beetle eyes to give away his whereabouts. And in diametrical opposition to that, the snowy skies of Frost Gale seemed to have no sense of humour: the snow gathered at his black feathers and weighed him down, forcing him to pause much more frequently to shake the snow off of his wings and stand against the pearl white background. His black feathers stood out in that wintery landscape, and any kind of mischief he was to practice would need to be straight up under people's noses.
Which wasn’t much a trouble for him, per se. Mischief didn’t have much dignity or shame to worry about.
And did he have a talent for spotting the potential for trouble! He could see it from afar, right on top of a roof, trying to balance himself between a painful fall and his companion right before him. Mischief tilted his head at the other bird. He knew that kind of bird, he's seen it before, and had a delightful experience of playful debauchery with that kind! They came in a very friendly shape, even enough to bypass his initial and very normal and sharp jealousy - it wasn’t always like that, but even Mischief seemed to learn. Some things.
But others.........
His eyes grew wide when a glint of gold caught his attention. Shinny! He couldn’t be helped around their shinnies.... The pretty owl would have to wait.
It may have come as a surprise as, while his own owl was playing hard to get, another bird would approach as he held out his hand: with a soft, flutter of wings, instead of snowy feathers, it was black feathers that ruffled near his face. The raven landed on his arm, taking a good look at his face and then downwards, for the moment ignoring the presence of the owl for a moment. Such pretty shinny........ Yes.... Very pretty...... It was completely unprompted, unexpected and weird - and yet there was no ounce of hesitation or shame in the bird.
"CAAAAAW! Hello!"
Mischief cawed loudly at his face, slowly inching closer, until he could in a swift motion, finally yoink his medallion off.
"Caaw! Bye!" And flew away, a very black dot against the wintery scenario of the Frost Gale.
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Post by Vorn Do'Urden on Jan 31, 2023 21:27:05 GMT -5
"A bird."
That was all Vorn was able to say as he looked, dumbfounded, at the creature who'd landed on his arm. That wasn't normal, was it? Birds didn't just appear and-
"Oh-ho! He speaks!"
He'd heard of birds who formed simple words before, but owls had never done it.... it was so strange! And what an animal, too, so different, so strikingly dark against the whiteness of... well, of everything, really. It was hard to find an inch of land not covered in snow 'round these parts.
Vorn was in the process of thinking what such a bird liked to eat, and if he'd like to follow him home, when he suddenly realized he'd been very, very stupid: the creature's eyes were onto him, but his beak was- was around Vorn's medallion. Around his family heirloom. The thing that most of his family agreed, was worth much more than he could ever hope to be.
And he spoke, again, and left. It would have been beautiful, too, if Vorn wasn't so terrified. He'd be lucky if he were turned into a chair if he went back home without the medallion around his neck - but he couldn't follow the bird, now could he?
Vorn's desperate green eyes darted around the street and the elf wondered if he couldn't start a new life somewhere warmer, after forging his own death or something... until his gaze settled on the owl, who had barely deigned to wake up to its surroundings despite all the confusion.
The owl hunted rodents, mostly. And kept an eye for trouble, but... it was worth a try, wasn't it?
A very rude humanoid finger awoke her from her slumber, and she wanted to kill its owner for daring to do so - maybe she'd have tried it, if that same hand hadn't fed her so many times. The white haired pointy eared creature was pointing and shouting at something behind her, and after turning her head until it was on her neck, she saw the intended prey: a black dot, that gleamed with something every once in a while. A challenge.
She flew faster than she thought possible, soaring up and frantically beating her wings in order to try and catch up with the other bird. She knew the airs and currents of the place well, but the other winged creature had had a head start. Catching up would have been hard, perhaps impossible, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from testing her limits. With that thought, and some desperate, encouraging yells from the elf, the owl beat her wings as frequently as she could, and dived after the winged menace.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Feb 16, 2023 10:10:00 GMT -5
Mischief had the advantage, but for a moment didn’t even seem to realize he was being followed from above. Certainly the two-legs couldn’t follow him where he went, too slow for his soft gliding. He was no match for his wings. Even if the snowy background made his feathers stand out, his advantage was undeniable!
As he made a turn, however, he caught a glimpse of another set of wings furiously beating his way, and that caught him off guard. Suddenly the medallion hanging from his beak felt heavy, as he started to fly away from his pursuer, suddenly caught by panic and hurry.
Thank the Gods his Master was close! Mischief took a dive for her, as he caught sight of her furry cloak, much different from her feathery clothes from usual....
"I speak the truth, I tell you! Well... at least this is what I heard, I assume it might be easy to milk some juicy secrets when the high-society decides to host a party that big.... I found it quite tame, actually.... Could do with a few more scandals in my opinion........ I mean... if the attempted assassination wasn’t enough of a big deal.... But I wouldn’t think Lord Marrowine to be these kinds of people, no. Lady Calista, on the other hand..."
"Lady Calista? What 'bout her?"
The young girl leaned over her small cart, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and thirst. Kamille knew that thirst for gossip, for stories.... it was very much like herself, specially when she was locked up in Sol City. She was apparently the bakers daughter, she assumed, pushing a cart of freshly baked goods around the streets, meeting this strange woman she never saw around there. She liked strangers, specially the ones bringing news from the world outside - a world she never saw, born and raised in that city. It didn’t need much proding to realise they were birds of a feather, indulging in stories from all around Charon and exchanging news.
Kamille looked around, adding in a conspiratory tone.
"They are saying Lady Calista spent the whole night shoting glances at the Lord, you know....... Some are even suggesting she had something to do with this.... attempted murder.... Which is completely foolish, in my opinion...."
"Well... Da does say the Calista Lady to be losing 'er marbles, so......"
"I don’t know...... People keep saying it was a very sloppy attempt too, but........ Anyway. I'm taking your time, sorry. I'm very glad I met you. Next time I come here, I'll make sure to bring you something, okay? Before you are ready to travel the world. Or maybe I'll see you back at the Arcane Academy?"
The excitable young girl didn’t look satisfied to part ways with the traveling Lady, but certainly someone like her had someplace to be. Sadly, she forgot to ask her name.
Kamille quickly made her way out into the streets. Compared to her typical attire, she was certainly a bit more mutted with the background - as much as she could get anyway-, chosing for a white fur coat to protect her from the cold. Not that her magic couldn’t keep her warm, but she loved the opportunity to use a luxurious fur coat like that.
She was about to enter the inn when she heard the flapping of wings approaching before Mischief landed on her shoulder, looking a bit more agitated than usual.
"Mischief? What is wrong? What is this?"
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Post by Vorn Do'Urden on Apr 7, 2023 15:16:23 GMT -5
"Damn it all," Vorn found himself muttering, just as the two birds disappeared past a corner, and he realized he'd have to move fast if he wanted to keep up. Then the dark elf noticed something, and felt an impulse that was stronger than him, a desire that crept up while he watched the ledge of a nearby building just a few meters down, calculated the distance, and jumped.
For a horrible moment, he felt his life pass before his eyes, but as luck would have it, this time, Vorn had calculated the distance well enough that he just fell ungracefuly down, sinking in a pile of snow that turned his dark attire white as the bird he was chasing.
Speaking of, the owl was furious - that, and begrudgingly awake. She wanted nothing more than to take that damn bird, bring it to her elf, wherever he was, and go back to sleep.
Then the black feathered creature just had to notice her and pick up pace, his wings beating with a strength that the owl matched, even doing a small swirl in the air to show how used she was to these cold lands, how the snow was almost a part of her - and how she was going to get her prey, soon. Except, the smart little thing suddenly landed on the shoulders of a... a different kind of elf-thing that she didn't recognize, or care to ponder too much on.
Without a thought or a care, the owl descended, open wings menacingly showing to both the black bird and his protector, while she suddenly, immediately grew in size and let out an abnormally loud hoot with her talons extended to pick up the two of them just in case the woman was also her prey. It was better to be through, so her elf would be satisfied enough that she wouldn't have to do anything else for the rest of the day.
Not that giving his bird instructions was on the top of Vorn's to-do list: right at that moment, he had just found a way to get to ground level, and heard the sound of the animal, a distance away. The only thing the snow-covered elf wanted to was to get warm, which he tried to accomplish by running towards the sound, and hoping everything was alright.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Apr 19, 2023 5:08:23 GMT -5
Even if she had woken up that day knowing she would be carried out by a giant owl across the city, she probably would still very much have the same reaction. One moment she was inspecting whatever it was that Mischief had brought her, her eyes glistening as much as the raven's upon finding a shinny.
Mischief reacted faster, diving before the talons of the great owl could get to him. Which mean he left his Master unprotected, and she had a much slower reaction: one moment she was looking at a shinning little thing, and the next she felt the ground escape her, her arms enveloped by a strange force she couldn't entirely comprehend in that split second she left the earth.
"WHAT THE F-!?!!?" was all that came out of her mouth that made some sense. There was someone screaming, and she saw as the people on the street turned to look at the flying bird carrying a kicking lady that could do nothing buy panic for a hot minute. Her heart was left down there on the ground, and when she looked up all she could see was a flurry of ivory wings, a beak and... Was that an owl?!?!?! What was going on here?
Oh yeah, she was the one screaming.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT IS GOING ON HEREEEEEE??!?!?"
It was not her first flight, but there was huge difference between gently lifting off of the ground and being snatched by a predator. Panic clouded her thoughts, so in hindsight that was probably not the best option to follow: the owl would take her around the city, and when she hovered over a building nearby, Kamille's only two braincells connected and agreed, all of a sudden. Her body suddenly became ethereal, transparent and filled with stars [1]. It was just a split second, but it allowed her to slip through the owl's talons as her form became spectral, and the owl imediatelly would feel her weight suddenly gone, as if she had dissappeared.
The next part of her plan was poorly planned out - as if this was all planned to begin with. She did fall on a rooftop, but she had never been known for her abilities in acrobatics. Her feet landed poorly and she imediatelly fell, rolling over the roof and over its edge, hitting the street with a muffled thud.
She felt every bone in her body was aching - there was probably a sprained ankle there too, but... It should have hurt more, right?
Oh.
Oh, she fell on someone.
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