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How could anything do something as mean as what he finch was describing? Where those wingless creatures that mean? And what power did they have that could do such a thing.

"Maybe if we talk to them. They may not know they are destroying homes and food. I'm sure they would stop if we told them. Nobody could be as crule to be doing this on purpose."

Xavier wanted to meet these wingless Jungle Folk and talk to them. He was curious. He was always very curious and this was something extreamly new to investigate. It never really occured to him that anything could be dangerous because he had never gotten those warnings from his parents. Sometimes it was amazing he had survived this long.

When his little meal was done which was rather unsatisfying he set out to find the source of that noise. What he found was a gathering of those he stayed near. He didn't know anyone's name or where some of them lived but most were familiar. His arrival came at the end of the story and to those questions that followed. With a soft voice he answered from a perch in the tree. "Too many to count...they are afraid and won't listen to reason..."

His fingers gripped into the branch, those charcoal colored wings slightly flared out to help keep his balance, and of course the spear in his other hand. "Should stay away...move farther into the forests."

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Tayo listened to the end of the Finch's tale and didn't move, yet inside of him a cold feeling of dread formed in the pit of his stomach. Their species were being threatened by outside, imposing forces who killed and burrowed their noses into their business. This was not right.

Another voice brought him out of his terrifying downward spiral of thoughts and he looked up to see another Harpy Eagle join their group and to further accentuate the danger they were all in.

"What do you propose we do?" he said in a voice of dead calm that did not reflect the fear he was starting to feel, "We cannot fight them. We should move out of this jungle... But we do not know what lies beyond the mountains. There might be harsh, treacherous conditions that we won't be able to survive.

He looked around with his eyes, his head never moving an inch. Jungle Folk needed trees to surround them. It was their habitat, their home. Without trees, they were lost. Some of them flew to the mountains but those trips were done for fun usually. No Jungle Folk would be foolish enough to live in the mountains. The trees brought safety and food to them. And now they were being cut down. Cut down and dragged away, eating at the jungle like a giant starving beast.

"You've seen them as well, have you?" he asked the new Harpy Eagle. He looked down and glared hard at the Finch. It wasn't a hateful look; he was angry at these newcomers and his eyes were the only windows to show his emotions without bursting out in rage.

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Interesting. Very interesting.

Shiro's day had started off rather dull, with nothing to do but lounge in his favorite tree and deflect as much of the mid-afternoon heat as possible. It was days like this that Shiro hated: finding fruit for his morning meal had taken him most of the morning, so when he had finally found a tree bursting with bananas he had gathered enough to tide him over for a while, rather then having to search for the same tree again. However, this left him with nothing to do but wait until the rumble of hunger kicked back in. As such, he was fully prepared to have to spend the rest of the afternoon winging about, trying to find something to catch his interest. It turned out he hadn't had to wait long.

He had barely flown for a minute when the quiet burble of far-away voices reached his ears. Banking sharply in the air, he settled himself on a tree branch and listened closely. He could pick out at least three distinct voices, four or five at most. His interest suitably piqued, Shiro hopped from the branch and took flight, flying as silently has he could so as not to inform the others to his presence.

When the voices were finally close enough to hear clearly, Shiro alighted on a branch and gazed through the trees, searching for the owners of the voices. Finally, he spotted them: a group of five Jungle Folk in a clearing not far from where he sat. He seemed to have arrived in the middle of a conversation, and an important one at that, if the solemn looks on their faces were anything to go by. However, there was currently a pause in the discussion, and Shiro had no idea what they could be talking about.

He turned his body slightly to get into a more comfortable position and nearly started off his branch when he saw yet another Jungle Folk perched on a tree slightly ahead of him. He was a hoatzin, Shiro could tell by the reddish-black hue of his wings. Nothing could distract Shiro when he was set on something, so he hadn't even noticed the other Jungle Folk until now. Still, the hoatzin was ahead of him and slightly to the left, and the trunk of the tree concealed most of Shiro's body, so he wasn't too concerned. He would probably be spotted eventually, of course, but Shiro was too intrigued by what was going on in the clearing to be worried about being seen. The hoatzin seemed to be doing the same thing as him: eavesdropping. Obviously the discussion had to be interesting in some way.

"What a little group this is turning out to be." Shiro thought with an amused smirk, as he waited for eagerly for the next words to be spoken.

Hichiro shrunk at Xavier's words. Fight? Hichiro? he wasn't exactly made for such things. Besides, the wing-less folk had things that instantly kill. Could the small group of Jungle Folk around him truly survive a full assult?

Suddenly, Hichiro felt like he was being watched. It was most likely just him being paranoid, but he wasn't sure. He lanced all around him, feeling incredably vulnerable in the small clearing where he and his fellow Jungle Folk were gathered. If they were attacked by the wing-less people, they would surely die.

He gulped once and, nervous, and decded to speak his mind.
"If.....if the wing-less Jungle Folk are truly as dangerous as you say.....do you truly believe that fighting them is the best idea? I don't want to run, this is my family's home and I never want to leave.....but if those creatures can kill us that easily......I don't think we should be anywhere near them."

Wingless Jungle Folk? Homes being threatened? Fighting? The mystery was deepening by the minute. If those in the clearing were to be believed, some unknown force was disturbing their jungle. Shiro had seen those large white things in the sky as well as anyone else, had heard others speculating on what they could be. Now here, listening to this unusual group speaking of wingless Jungle Folk, Shiro couldn't help but think that the two were connected.

He saw one of the smaller members of the group, a Sulfer Cockatoo, cast his eyes around nervously as though he could feel the eyes of those watching from the jungle upon him. Shiro sat back a little further on his branch, but he was sure he had been noticed. Less than a minute later his suspicions were confirmed when the sharp eyes of a large Harpy Eagle in the party fixed onto his hiding place. The Eagle swiftly reassured the Cockatoo and Shiro could tell that he was someone who didn't miss much.

He briefly considered speaking to the group in the clearing now that they were aware of his presence, but decided to hold back for now. He was not one who enjoyed being around others, but if their decision (assuming they could all agree on anything, of course) seemed at all promising, perhaps he would join them. After all, he loved the jungle; it was his home and, in a way, it was like his family. Without it, he would have nowhere left to go.

There was no real winning response. They couldn't kill them with their spears while they were inside those hollow beasts. And while they were outside of them they had those loud weapons that scared off even the fiercest of cats. Sighing he shrugged a bit. "We'd need a good plan to fight them with..otherwise I fear we will just have to leave.." As long as they had food or the ability to find it they could survive anywhere or so he believed.

His attention drifted to the other who spoke. His name? It was a question he had to ponder. These were other Jungle Folk and though they sometimes got into battles they were all still like family. "Ivalice."