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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:30 pm
Foxfeather shuffled rather ungracefully further down the branch he had been sitting on and the sudden surprise and alarm in his hasty movements would of been more than obvious and probably rather hilarious to the younger, patchy sentinel.
The startled Deep Woods cleared his throat, after running his beak through his chest feathers and attempting to regain what composure he had had.
"Don't worry about that, Aberrant, seriously." He told her gruffly and in his mind he was swearing against everything he could think of. She was so close! He had the feeling he wouldn't be able to shake her as easily as he had initially thought. What a shame! When he got back to his territory he would have to inspect every feather, lest he come down with the White Sickness!
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:18 pm
"Your name?" She prompts, reminding the older male of her initial question. And the young almost-adult edges along the branch towards Foxfeather, the movement so casual as to seem entirely innocent. "I'm Dodger, I can't recall if I already mentioned that."
"And believe me, it's no trouble," she continues in earnest, blue eyes sparkling brightly. The smirk she'd worn earlier has vanished, along with any trace of hidden amusement or frustration the aberrant might have shown. Now she seems to be nothing more than an eager youth who has realized the social error she's made in not learning his name to begin with, and is doing her best to right that wrong.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 8:27 pm
He shook his head in frustration and inched as far as he could go, which wasn't very. He was now as close as he could get to the trunk and couldn't squirm any further. He didn't want the patchy almost adult any closer and she obviously wouldn't be turned away by the few dismissive words he had offered just a few moments ago.
"Fine, it's Foxfeather." He had to keep himself from spitting out his name with frustration and merely offered the female a bob of his head. "I don't remember if you had mentioned yours already." He added, more or less because he couldn't find anything else to say to the aberrant. She, to him, seemed most intent on staying as long as she possibly could.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:06 pm
"Foxfeather," she repeats, tilting her head to the side. He will be pleased to note that Dodger has finally ceased her slow advancement towards him, even if she is far closer than he would like, "the name suits you." Is her conclusion, delivered with a nod of her head and a slight grin.
A moment's reflection on the situation does offer some hope for the trapped Deep Woods male - for the almost-adult has realized, somewhat belatedly, that he does not deserve the ordeal she is putting him through. While she had briefly considered moving even closer to 'teach him a lesson', thoughts of what Hawthorn would say quashed that idea. So instead she takes a full step back, flexing sharpened talons against the bark, and dips her head in a faint bow.
"Good hunting, Watcher. I'll remember your name." And with that, she launches herself neatly into the night and drifts silently away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:12 am
"I'll remember your name."
The young Deep Woods felt a small sigh of relief leave his slightly parted beak as the patchy almost-adult gave him more space and ultimately drifted away into the late night. He felt as though he had been suffocating in the aberrant's presence, but a great pressure seemed to be lifted and he could find his breath again.
She would remember him, that was what she said. He silently cursed himself as he preened at his reddish-brown feathers and hastily checked. He didn't have any white spots forming, did he? The sheer thought of it was enough to cause him great alarm and he hoped that his two cohorts, Sly and Stormbringer, did not hear about this little meeting. If they did, would they completely ignore him? His name would be tainted, for sure, right? He could only hope that the patchy freak would leave him alone after this... He did warn her, after all, though it was completely unintentional.
After he inspected himself thoroughly and was positive he knew which directions the foxes had fled, he followed Dodger's example and pushed off the sturdy branch, to make his flight and his report.
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