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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:11 pm
 From a young branch of a fir tree, a silly squirrel sat barking a steady stream of calls. The wind ruffled and hissed through the needles, and the squirrel gave one final call before it vanished from its perch. The limb bounced for a moment, and then it fell still as another branch not far off quivered slightly under the weight of the victorious Scout. Wings still half-way out for balance, LadyHawk moved closer to the tree's trunk. A sharp look in all directions was offered to the immediate surroundings before she folded her wings and situated the meal under her feet. It had been a long night of scouting and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying this still-warm meal. ...She hoped.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:34 pm
He is in a prime position to watch the solemn-looking ghost female make her kill, and the efficiency of her hunting is satisfying to see. It is enough to rouse the old male; he rotates his head and slowly unfolds from his camoflauged position, opening his blind eye. Perhaps it seems as though his deep hoot comes from out of the blue-- or perhaps LadyHawk is warned by the scrape of his talons on ancient bark. In either case, from above and half-hidden amongst the pine boughs, the Brigadier speaks.
"Well done." The baritone rumble is not loud, but it's clearly audible nonetheless. "A fine kill."
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Jaeger Erdarastrix Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 4:05 pm
The feeding Ghost startles, and her plumage rises as she straightens her posture. She looks up and to the left, and then to the right, and as one more second ticks by, she moves her pale eyes to stare at the half-hidden Other. She can not see him enough to tell who he is, but his deep voice instinctively informs her that he demands respect.
So LadyHawk keeps silent for some time -- waiting for her stirred and heated head to fade -- and stares at him, questioning and stiff. When a strong gust of wind ruffles over her feathers and stirs the awkward air, she replies.
"Thank you... Sir." Her voice is also not loud, but it is strong and a sternness lays over it. However, her voice does not demand such a level of respect like his does -- hers only asks that others give a second of their time to listen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 4:39 pm
A quiet rumble of approval sounds from above, and a few small flakes of bark scatter down from the heavy branch when the male shuffles to one side, stepping obligingly into a pale shaft of dappled moonlight. Hnn. She is a cautious one, and polite. Those are traits which are not always present in the newer generations, and the old war bird is pleased to see that they have not died out entirely.
Now clearly visible, the hulking shape of the Deep Woods male seems somewhat washed-out in the pale light that filters through the canopy above; shades of grey instead of the true rich browns. He is a relic of the older days, stocky and strong despite his evident age. Perhaps LadyHawk has only seen him from afar, or perhaps not, but up close he is not quite as large as one would think-- but that hardly matters, does it?
It looks as though-- for now, at least-- he is more than willing to listen to LadyHawk. The Brigadier acknowledges her formally with a slight bob of his head, his eyes half closed. "What is your name, child?" The Clan Guardian does not bother to introduce himself.
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Jaeger Erdarastrix Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:29 pm
He does not need an introduction; the Scout knows who he is, even though she has never seen him before in her life. 'Great his is stance is, his eyes -- one silver like a waxing moon, the other as crimson as a maple leaf in fall -- all knowing and all seeing, his voice like the rumble of the great Thunderbird itself.' Yes, he needed no introduction. He is The Brigadier.
LadyHawk sleeks her feathers when the realization, that the Guardian Himself is before her, sinks in. "Sir," she hoots softly, her voice suddenly lacking its stern coat. She lowers her eartufts and bows her head in respect.
"I am..." she trails off for a moment, and her softer voice once more takes up its stern shell. "I go by the name of 'LadyHawk', Sir." She looks back up at him with her pale eyes.
"It is an honor to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:43 am
"At ease, young one." The low rumble from the large male is gentle, but reserved. He settles heavily on his branch, staring down at LadyHawk with a bland expression. His presence in this particular section of the forest is inexplicable; or it would be, except for his documented fondness for coming up on lone Sentinels on quiet nights and 'checking up' on them. He tilts his head slightly; the blind eye catches the moonlight.
"LadyHawk," he repeats, as though filing it away in his mind. "Well met. I will disturb your meal only briefly." The ageless guardian glances up for a moment, as though studying the moon-- and perhaps he is. In any case, it takes the space of a few heartbeats before his attention returns to the ghost female. His feathers rouse slightly.
"Is the game plentiful within your hunting grounds?" The question has a hint of age-old ritual about it, but whatever ritual it once was has been lost. Now, there is only the question itself. He wants her report; or perhaps he's testing her. It's impossible to tell.
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Jaeger Erdarastrix Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:48 pm
LadyHawk allows her flattened feathers to come off of her body a little and she straightens her posture as he repeats her name. Acting on a hair-trigger, the Ghost opens her beak to dismiss his idea that he is disturbing her -- for he is not -- but she quickly closes her trap as he speaks further.
She glances down at the squirrel that is between her talons and the tree branch. In all honesty she had forgotten that she even had such a meal with her. She looks back up at the Brigadier, but allows a minute of silence to pass through them before she gives her report.
"It is, in a way, Sir," she begins. Her voice is stern, but not condescending or inquiring that she is going to complain about something. She shifts her weight and perks her eartufts, which sends the Hunter's Talon dancing about the side of her head for a second. "There is a good amount of game, but they are clustered and spaced a distance a part ... Rather than there being a fairly even distribution all over, Sir."
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