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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jun 23, 2015 19:32:37 GMT -4
Rose-Singer was perched upon a sturdy branch near the tip of the oak in which he resided. He was gazing out over the woodlands below him, watching as birds flocked from one tree to the next, bustling about their business. A smirk appeared on his black beak, which shone gold at the top thanks to the mask he sported, known by the populace as the Sigil of Light. He laughed at the thought of the object, which he considered pointless and petty. "Plumis Praetus and their stupid customs..." He murmured as he turned away and took flight, spreading large black wings and gliding to one of the lower branches, where his nest was positioned, and thought about his plans for the future.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jun 23, 2015 22:26:25 GMT -4
Arethusa was soaring through the trees, wondering why this was all she could do. After a few moments, she landed on a stone and just raked her claws on it. "Pointless..." She muttered and decided to fly back home, seeing as there was nothing else to do.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jun 24, 2015 19:30:51 GMT -4
Rose-Singer perched on the edge of his intricate nest and gazed out at the forest. He thought for a few moments, then took to the air again. Birds retreated to their perches as he approached, fearful of the tyrant who had taken over their peaceful home. He saw this and smiled in cruel pleasure. These birds truly feared him. This was power.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jun 24, 2015 22:51:42 GMT -4
She landed on a branch that was by her nest. Arethusa liked the place she lived in better than the fowl that lived in this forest. Silence, that's what she loved.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jun 26, 2015 20:34:40 GMT -4
He swooped through the branches, spinning in the air, displaying his skill in flight. His bloodstained talons caught light and flashed, and the Sigil glittered brightly. He danced through the air, a beautiful display, but no one dared comment.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jun 27, 2015 1:46:35 GMT -4
Arethusa looked around before stretching her wings. "I wish something would happen." She said to herself before going to her nest.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jun 28, 2015 7:40:27 GMT -4
Then he levelled off his wings and eased into a straight glide, slowing down and just letting the wind carry him along. As he was flying he scanned the trees, looking at all the birds and the nests that lined the branches. He took perch at the tip of the tree a warrior was nesting in and looked around.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jun 28, 2015 19:30:28 GMT -4
She looked around her nest, seeing if she needed to change something.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jun 29, 2015 21:12:41 GMT -4
He dove down and landed on the edge of Arethusa's nest. "Greetings there, my loyal warrior." He said in an almost mocking manner, a small smile lifting the edges of his beak. "How goes your day?"
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Post by Wolfstar on Jun 29, 2015 23:48:19 GMT -4
The falcon looked outside and spotted him. "Greetings, the great Aurestra," she gave a slight bow. "My day could be better. How's yours?"
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jul 5, 2015 14:58:26 GMT -4
"My day?" He questioned. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye and let out a hearty but dark laugh. He jumped into the air again. "My day grows better with blood!" He dived down to the ground and snatched a pigeon in his talons. "You know... I heard you down there, talking bad about your ruler. You know what penalty that garners, do you not, fiend?" Before the grey bird could reply Rose-Singer separated his head from the neck and dropped the body. Then he landed in the nearest branch and leisurely licked the blood from his deadly claws.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jul 5, 2015 15:05:18 GMT -4
She watched the body fall to the ground, not caring that a life was taken before her eyes. "Action is what needs to happen. My talons go dull from not being used at all." Arethusa said, looking at her own sharp talons for a moment.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jul 5, 2015 19:37:17 GMT -4
Rose-Singer heard this and looked back at Arethusa, intrigued. "Oh? Is that so?" He asked, flapping his powerful wings and landing gently on a branch above her nest. "Hm, I suppose it is a shame that nothing is happening. There isn't enough blood being spilled."
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Post by Wolfstar on Jul 5, 2015 22:50:08 GMT -4
Arethusa looked up and nodded, then looked down to where the dead pigeon's body was. "There could be more of birds like him. Might start a riot if nothing is done about it."
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jul 9, 2015 19:16:28 GMT -4
Rose-Singer snorted. "They're too afraid. I'm prepared for if they do, though, fear not."
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Post by Wolfstar on Jul 9, 2015 19:29:50 GMT -4
"I don't fear them, I fear how much of a challenge they'll be," she muttered.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jul 16, 2015 9:04:39 GMT -4
"Again, I'm prepared." He answered before flying away.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jul 17, 2015 2:14:33 GMT -4
She closed her eyes for a moment before going to her nest.
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Post by Shadow Sharpfang on Jul 19, 2015 16:31:59 GMT -4
He swooped low and then tilted his wings back, floating upwards and coming to a halt on the branch of a different tree. He mulled over something, gazing around as he did so. His eyes were keen, and he saw clearly the events that went on below him as he thought.
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Post by Wolfstar on Jul 19, 2015 20:20:35 GMT -4
Arethusa thought of a few things as she settled down in her nest. Her thoughts were different from another, ones like 'what'll happen tomorrow' or 'when will some action occur?'
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