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 Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:29 pm
The name was enough to shot him down quickly and Sly winced, feathers curling around his body as he froze in his place. It held the same authority as it had when his own parents used it even when it was someone else and he still reacted. Even though Sly was going about telling everyone his name was Sly, he couldn’t help but react to the name he grew up being called by. Once he reacted, he hated himself for it. He thought he would be able to ignore it, but kept reacting. Say his name and he was sure to turn around.
He knew it was an adult and he looked over to see Granny’s imposing form coming. Damn that teacher. He hated her and she always came just when he looked like the bad guy. It was this fledgling’s fault! Turning, he looked at her and shouted a “My NAME is Sly!” Before turning back to look at the aberrant.
Looking at him made his blood boil and he continued to advance. He didn’t care what any Minder or Teacher had to say. They weren’t the boss of him!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 5:40 am
“My NAME is Sly!”
Granny rarely played along when fledglings decided to give themselves nicknames so she ignored the Shadow's outburst. When he continued to move towards the other fledgling she narrowed her eyes and folded her ear tufts back. Oh NO he didn't.
The small female was still bigger than the fledglings, and when she landed on the branch behind RainbowChaser the vibrations carried along the length of it, rattling the two fledglings. She used her will to take a firm grip of the Shadow fledgling's eartuft.
"You stop right there young man," she hissed, "This is going to hurt you much more than it hurts me if you keep moving."
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:52 pm
He stiffened, failing slightly but finding that it only hurt more to move. If it was one thing Granny wasn’t, it was a liar. It hurt! Not willing to jeopardize more feathers and wind up looking more like a freak without any eartufts, he stilled, though kept himself glaring at her….as best he could through his wincing pain.
“Owowowowow….I wasn’t doin anything!” He cried. “Let gggoooo.” He whined. “It was all his fault anyways! He started it.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 9:44 am
With the imposing Rainbow Chaser no longer looming over him, Fjord found the will to hop up to his two toed paws. He had to struggle to hold back the laughter he felt.
This shadow, as imposing and as mean as he was, was named Rainbow Chaser?
Now that the teacher had arrived, he found his voice, as well.
"Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! He was gonna kill it! He was gonna kill it and it talked!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:31 pm
"Do you know what happens to naughty fledglings," Granny hissed, staring sternly first at the squirming Shadow, then at the young Aberrant. "They get their ear tufts trimmed to show everyone what naughty fledglings they are. Do you want to keep your ertufts? Hmmm? Do you?"
She emphasized her little speech by tugging gently at RainbowChasers eartuft, but her glare was clearly meant for both of the fledglings. In Granny's experience a fight was rarely just one fledgling’s fault.
"Now," she said in a dangerous voice and turned to the Aberrant, "Quiet down both of you. What's your name, and what's this about killing something?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 10:50 am
Sly stilled at the threat of having his eartuffs removed. The last thing he wanted was to be deformed! He'd be outcasted and then he'd have to fly somewhere and die (or that's what the older fledglings told them). He didn't want to live in the woods alone.
His eyes narrowed at the other, glaring at him. "He's lieing. I didn't do anything." He mumbled, and looking at Fjord in a way that said, 'you say a word and you're dead mus meat!'.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:53 am
"Oh, uh, my name is Fjord, ma'am..." The Aberrant replied as he caught the glare from Sly. The sheer look was enough to frighten the much smaller fledgling, but he was furious with the Shadow and if there was anything he could do about it, this was it.
"Up there! That lil' bird, 'e was trying to kill it... And it was talking!" He lifted his head to peer up above them, where the pica had gone to reach safety and to watch what happened to his tormentor. Even he was smart enough to know that the appearance of the angry older sentinel meant someone was in trouble. The little black and white bird felt the fledgling's eyes turn to him and his feathers sleeked. He was sore enough already from the torment Sly put him through. Hopefully they wouldn't decide he is lunch!
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:47 am
"Fjord..." she repeated, and that was usually the only thing she needed to do to remember a fledglings name. Fjord, aberrant. A mix of Wildtype and Mist from the looks of it. He was probably left to the minders because of the usual aberrant weakness, an all too common fate for the poor things.
Granny caught the nasty look Rainbow Chaser gave Fjord, but didn't comment this time. She followed Fjord's gaze and was surprised to see a Pica, and not the Parus or songbird she had expected.
"That's a Pica," she said slowly, "A young one, but still a Pica. Don't touch it if you value your feathers. They are protected by the Mystics."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:41 pm
Stupid Fjord. Stupid teacher. How was he suppose to learn how to be a hunter if they kept interrupting his...his hunt! It was just further proof of how they WANTED to keep you here and stuck. They didn't help at all. They just talked and talked and talked and where no good for anything! It was just as bad when little hatchlings like Fjord listened the way they did and told on him. Was he the only person here that saw everyone for what they were?!
Grumbling, he listened with half interest to Granny, having long since established himself as the one that didn't care what she had to say, but even his tongue wouldn't keep him out of trouble. "Or what? I'll turn green and go bald?" He mumbled. He wasn't afraid of Mystics.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:35 pm
Unlike Sly, Fjord seemed to take the prospects of being in trouble with the Mystics more to heart. His amber eyes, which were already seemed large due to his age, appeared to be like giant saucers against his pale frame.
"R-r-really? Oh, don't you know? They change your eyes. They can make you differ'n't colors!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 3:16 pm
"Green and bald?" Granny said and frowned, giving RainbowChasers ear tuft another small will-tug, "If you insult a featherstyler perhaps. You should always be polite to all Sentinels and watch that beak of yours before it gets you in real trouble."
She glanced up at the Pica, unsure about the best course of action. The fledglings needed to be returned to their minders, and properly punished for fighting and straying too far from the others. But then there was the matter of the little bird. If it belonged to a Mystic it wouldn't do to leave it here all alone and scared.
"Can you talk little one," she called softly, "We're not going to hurt you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:36 am
Sly yelped as his eartuff was tugged, getting more and more subdued with each pang of minuscule pain. Puffing, he glared as the ground before his feet, but turned to Fjord once he hard of Mystics changing people colors. "That's not a Mystic. That's an art-e-san." He shot back. He would know. His mother was one and changed things colors all the time.
That little memory shot at him and he frowned again, glaring at the ground. Artisans were just as stupid as annoying little mus-brains who interrupted hunts.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:24 pm
"Nuh-uh! I 'eard that they turn your eyes." The aberrant insisted fervently as he fluffed his creamy feathers. "They turn y'eyes an' I bet they c'n turn other things, too. So you better watch out or.. Or.. Or, they might do somethin' bad to you." He warned in earnest, but not because he liked Rainbowchaser, oh no, it was because he feard what they could do to both of them.
The frightened, battered pica shrank back and cast a wary eye on the teacher. Adult. So, adult had to be good, right? It should be okay, right? But he still smarted from the feather pulling and he still feared another attack.
"Yeah, yeah. Can talk." He chirruped to the older sentinel. She said she wouldn't hurt, after all, so it had to be okay.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:58 am
"Do you have a master," Granny asked, hoping that the bird would understand her, "Where is your Sentinel, your big bird?"
Talking to companions could be a challenge, and while she knew that Pica were supposed to be pretty intelligent and talkative she didn't know how smart this particular one was. 'Not as smart as a fledgling at any rate', Granny thought as she studied the two boys in front of her.
"We're soon going back boys," she said in a voice that was almost gentle, "I suppose you feel as if the Minders treat you like hatchlings still, but you're not adults just yet and we better get back before they start to worry too much."
She preened her primaries and started to tidy up the rest of her plumage while she was at it.
"You're feeling almost like big boys now, hmm?" she asked between beakfuls of feathers, "It's no small task venturing all the way out here on your own."
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