[ Birds of a feather...? | September 13, 2007 | Over MSN ]
He was perched on a precipice overlooking the expanse of candy forest, his head hunched down between his shoulders. His head moved with a flicking motion as he looked around with sharp eyes. It had taken quite a lot of effort to climb up here, and he was intent on just being there. Not exactly enjoying it. Just being there was enough.
the small creature gliding above the clouds however was enjoying the hight. gleaming black wings flapped energeticaly as he spoted something interesting ahead... another numa.
witha shill caw, Poe swooped down, landing on a rock a safe distance from the Numa, spreading his wings ataing and crying at the male.
His fur bristled a bit as he watched the black shape like a hawk watches its prey, but it wasn't hunger that glimmered in his gold-flecked eyes. Not conventional hunger, at least. He kept the bird in the corner of his eye and continued to look around.
growing bold with curiosity, Poe hopped about the bolders, closer to the male. finally pausing he cawed a couple more times. tilting his head to the side, then jumped off the bolder, takeing a beakfull of furr from the Numa as he flapped past him.
Devon swiped at the bird, going from pensive stillness to furious speed in less than an instant, snarling in pain. "Ach! Yeh bloody liddle... aaarg." He rubbed at the spot where the fur had been pulled out and hunkered down, glowering. If only he could fly! He'd go after the thing and... and... he subsided into angry mental mutterings.
Feathers exploded from the raven as he was struck, letting out a strangled cry he twirled in the air and behind to fall slowly, struggling to keep air born.
A swishing noise came from below, the sound of powerful wings getting closer, before a black blur streaked past the Raven and it vanished.
Circling once to land on a rock at a considerably safe distance from the Hawk Numa. Large wings, like feathered black ink spread behind the feminine form. Masked eyes starring blankly at Devon over a long pointed beak.
The Raven perched awkwardly on her arm feathers askew.
Her head gave a sharp tilt to the side as she studied him “Craaa…”
At this black apparition he seemed to shrink even more, jealousy raging in him. His tiny wings lay pressed flat amidst his fur. But he felt bad for attacking the little bird. He was always acting out and regretting it later. "Sorry," he called to it. He didn't sound wholly sincere, but sincerity was vying with jealousy -- a formidable opponent. "Sorry abou' tha'." He didn't even address the strange black Numa, though he watched it closely.
the female tilted her head the other direction, then turned her beak down towards Poe, who puffed out his feathers, giving him a plump appirence.
"Craaa.... he can't understand you" he explained, wings folding slowly in on her back.
Grunting in acknowledgement of the statement, Devon sank into sulky silence yet again, shifting his paws for a better grip.
Crime lowerd herself into a crouch as he did. Poe hopping upon her shoulder. "craa... are you a hunter to?"
He laughed deep in his throat. "Nay, Ah'm no hunter. Wot do yeh hunt? Them liddle bird t'ings that run around?" Grimly he allowed himself to admire her wings just to get it over with. Beautiful, they were. Now that's done with, he told himself. Let it be.
"birds? craa, no... Ghosts" she explained looking a bit suprised.
she didn't often talk to others, so it confused her when others considerd hunting to be different then what she did. but odviously he was not a hunter. tilting her head notcing his gaze she shifter curiously "Craaa, what?"
"Ghosts... oh aye. Do yeh feind many up 'ere?" He nodded at the area. He didn't know much of anything about ghosts. Including what, precisely, they were. He figured they were some kind of candy thing. Maybe a real rare one, since there was candy everywhere to be found without hunting for it. He pressed his little wings further into his fur and pretended that he hadn't been looking at anything in particular.
Crime looks up at the mountain, her mouth now visable under her mouth, softly frowning as her beedy eyes shifted oved the ledges "... none yet, Craa, or at least, no solid evadence"
He nodded in apparent agreement, though he didn't understand what she meant, and said, "Best o' luck tae yeh." He lapsed into silence yet again, though not a silence crackling with rage. A regular silence.
