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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 1:20 pm
The brief laps from his current and usual dour state Foxfeather took as a good sign. Perhaps there would be more to this fellow, perhaps something useful. While Fox was not the brightest sentinel in the forest, he was keen on impressing both the sentinels that he looked up to. What better way than to find sentinels of like minds and useful talons.
"Form is what is impressive. The half-breed just happened to be unfortunate to be available. From your maneuvers, I bet you could easily take larger prey." The Watcher replied with a somewhat odd, yet jovial smile on his beak edges.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:48 pm
“Larger?! I should certainly hope so!. Wouldn't be much use then, would I?” he scoffs lightly, straightening up a notch. The comment struck him as bizarre. Sure the “kid” knew talent when he saw it, fine- but, what was he getting at? Sanguine wasn't so stuck up on his own... well, vent... that he wasn't able to tell he was about to be/being smooth-talked.
“... unless, there's something you have in mind? Just how much larger are we talking here?” he asks, fixing Foxfeather with a perplexed look.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:05 am
"Heheh, nothing is in mind." The smaller deep woods type chuckled softly, but his golden orbs were still fixed on the much admired hunter. Sanguine was a nice specimen of their type and mayhap he would be useable, depending on how he felt about... Things.
"Merely sparking conversation, is all. It's nice to see old types working hard, despite the rise of aberrents in the Forest, isn't it? What a pity old types are having to provide to the lot, although so many of them turn out sickly and useless to the clan."
He took the plunge and spoke the words. His eyes remained fixated on this being, watching for signs of body language that would point him in the right direction. He was curious to see just how useful this particular fellow would be.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:50 pm
Sanguine's eyes gradually narrow down to slits as Foxfeather speaks, if the “kid” only knew the half of what he was stepping into... “As far as I'm concerned, the rest of those filthy half-breeds can go rot in their miserable hovels. We're far better off without that cursed 'Ghost' stain and their ilk!” he spits out the word “Ghost” with a particularly nasty scowl. Fox seems to have trodden upon a sore spot, as Sanguine now appears rather agitated.
“I can assume you weren't referring to the old 'aberrant clans'?” he asks after a moment's thought. He appears no less cranky, but at least he's stopped gouging his talons deep into his perch.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 11:31 am
Foxfeather was surprised by Sanguine's sudden, strong negative reaction. It was partially what he had hoped for, but the intensity of it still was unexpected. Although he felt surprise, he did not express this outwardly save for the slight lift in his eartufts.
"Of course not... A vast majority of the old aberrant clans can rival even our own type on age. It's the rise of the new mixes, the cross breeds, the mus for brains lot that is growing larger in number every day. I have met only one ghost I would feel comfortable around, the rest of the lot has been nothing but a taint on our clan." Fox chose his words carefull before he let them tumble from his beak softly and calmly. The younger Deep Woods was getting in deep and he hoped he had not offended Sanguine to the point that things would not work out as he had planned preemtively.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:11 pm
Sanguine's demeanor improves little as the other speaks, merely grunting in reply at the echoed sentiments. A part of Sanguine's mind almost regrets his brief moment of indiscretion, he should probably be more wary in future while discussing such “divisive” topics with strangers. Not that it seems to have done much harm this time.
“Well, you've more patience with them then I. They've been a thorn in my family's side for years...” he states with obvious bitterness. “... but enough of that, I've no intent to bore you with ancient history.” In truth, Sanguine was just avoiding the subject now. Such personal matters were best left amongst those involved and not to be dwelt on in the presence of casual conversation. A change of topic was in order.
“Where you from, boy? They all as puny as you back home?” he asks with a wry grin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 9:00 am
Foxfeather nodded his head as Sanguine spoke. The change of topic was enough to tell the Watcher that he needed to hold off pressing the larger Deep Woods of anything aberrant related.
Besides, he seemed to already know what he needed. Sanguine seemed the type that might be dependable later on.
"Unfortunately, yes." He replied, grinning sheepishly as he did so. "Born 'n raised a good way down to the south. Might you heard of my pa, Dogwood? Right good Deep Woods he was. Tiny fellow, like myself."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 1:23 am
“Mm, is that so?” he says, any trace of jest now evaporated. Sanguine offers a sharp nod in response to Foxfeather's question. “I have, although I was never privileged to have met with him myself.”
“You say 'was'?... he's fallen then, has he?” Sanguine pauses for a few moments, allowing himself some time to mull over the thoughts brought up by the familiar name. “I've heard my father speak of him on occasion. Quite highly, I assure you. He found they shared a certain... comparable 'perspective' with one another.” His meaning goes unexplained, as he's pretty sure he needn't.
“Would the name, Rosewood, mean anything to you?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:35 am
"Unfortunately for Noctua." Fortunately for me. He thought the last bit silently.
"I've heard the name from my father's beak from time to time. Nothing but praise came with it, I assure you." Foxfeather replied amiably as he observed the larger Deep Woods with his own golden eyes. So this was the son of Rosewood, a male that Dogwood had deeply admired.
"How is he faring now anights?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:52 am
“Oh, he's getting older. Still manages to keep himself busy despite his age. He took up teaching a while back...” Sanguine interrupts himself with an idle sniff at the air. “... heh, you'd think he'd taken up the Minder's calling, the way he hangs around their enclave. Guess he figures he's still got a receptive audience for his old tales among the young.” Sanguine allows for an almost wistful look across the Swift Open... almost.
Had the old bird chanced to meet his “estranged” young son yet? Seems he'd best be paying him a visit too.
“Shame about your father, how'd he die?” he asks bluntly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:37 am
Foxfeather listened closely ot Sanguine's words and a for a moment he considered heading to the Enclave, for he might meet with the famed Rosewood, whom his father spoke so highly of while Foxfeather was still in the nest. It could prove worth while, even if the minders weren't so fond of his presence.
"Oh, you know how it goes some times... On the Ground at the wrong place at the wrong time. I 'eard it was a wild cat what took him out. At least that is what my mother told me." The smaller Deep Woods replied, though there really was no grief to his voice. He wanted to emulate his father, although he and his father never really got along well.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:40 pm
Sanguine offers little more then a cough-like grunt in reply. The news was of little consequence to him, having never known the old fellow... his son's demeanor was interesting though. Very detached. A bit of bad blood between the two, was there? No matter, it was none of his business either way.
“It's good to know he left a heir behind then. Until now, I'd never known he even had a family... at least my father had never mentioned one.” he states casually. “... anyhow, I think it's about time I was on my way.” he says, beginning to stretch his wings in preparation for the flight home.
“It was good meeting you. Feel free to track me down if you're ever around this way again, perhaps we'll see about introducing you to my old man sometime? Maybe reminisce a bit.” Sanguine offers the last bit more out of a customary sense of “decency” then real hospitality, but the offer can be taken (more or less) as genuine.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:25 am
Foxfeather shared the sentiments of the Hunter; it certainly felt about time to leave. The chat had been short, but the Watcher felt slightly more educated. Rosewood still lived and he had a strong, smart son to carry on his line to future generations. This was good, extremely good.
Perhaps if he needed, he could find Sanguine useful in the future.
"The pleasure is all mine." He hooted as he did his own stretches and considered the offered hospitality, regardless if it was or was not genuine. "I would certainly enjoy the opportunity to meet Rosewood, if his schedule allows for such things."
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