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 Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 5:28 pm
Liron waited as quietly as she could, waiting for the squirrels to get into range before slashing at the first. As the other skidded to a stop, she speared it with her other front paw. Once she was sure her attacks had successfully killed their prey, she smiled over at Cavin. "I guess I can't run off with the meal this time." Two squirrels were harder to carry than one rabbit.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:27 pm
Cavin chuckled and grinned as he wandered through the stout little clearing, flicking his tail at the greens around him. "Yes, well... The running couldn't hurt you, really." He bent his neck to pick up one of the rodents, letting it hang sideways in his beak, so she could see the paws, before he tossed the beast and downed it, not worrying about the bones in a beast so small. "If the little beasts that share your hooves can run faster than you, you've got some ground to make up... Don't you think?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:48 pm
Liron's face flushed in embarrassment. She wasn't that slow! And little beasts that shared her hooves? Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? Without a word she snatched up the remaining squirrel and disappeared into the trees. Her heart fluttered as adrenaline brought an extra burst of speed to her feet.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 7:57 pm
The stallion snickered, opting to let her run and poking around for a berry brush to raid for a few snares of fruit to return to the clover patch with. While waiting, after he'd retrieved his prize from the bush and stacked it, he stretched his wings while he waited. He looked up at the tree's canopy boredly, missing the heights beyond it. He would wait, though, wondering if the mare would return or figure he might start for someplace else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:08 pm
Liron realized rather quickly that the stallion hadn't followed her. She slowed, sighing. Well, she might as well eat. She skinned the squirrel and at the meat, then inspected the part Cavin seemed to like eating. She nibbled at it before deciding it really wasn't her taste. Then she thought of an idea. She gathered the entrails onto the squirrel skin and looked around for a tree that could possibly hold her weight. When she did, she dragged the skin and other parts she hadn't eaten over to it. Then, using her claws, she climbed the tree, carefully distributing her weight the best she could between the thick branches to avoid breaking them. She peered through the leaves, ready to pounce. Cavin was sure to believe that she'd laid a trap, but she doubted he'd expect her to be in the tree.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:06 pm
Cavin waited a bit longer before tilting his head at the forest, the darkness seeming to encroach while he was alone still. He sighed, after another long moment, then stretched his wings a long moment. With that done, he trotted off in the direction she'd disappeared with her squirrel, eager to find her again and ensure her safety.
He began at one point to feel as though he were being watched, and he moved slower to reflect it, looking around uncertainly as he moved.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:11 pm
Liron waited as silently as she could in the tree, watching Cavin move around cautiously. She'd wait until he spotted and moved in to inspect her bait of the squirrel's remains, she decided. Then she would leap out. But for now, all she could do was wait.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:19 pm
Cavin's unattentiveness helped to delay his reaction to the entrails. He tilted his head when he caught wind of the innards and wandered towards them slowly, his head low and beak poised. He couldn't help the feeling he was being watched.... No, hunted... But he also couldn't decide whether he appreciated it or not.
He stared at the entrails a moment, then raised his head to look around, taking the pose of an alert deer.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:35 pm
Liron pounced from her hiding place, landing lightly on Cavin's back for a moment before leaping off. She was careful not to poke him with her talons with the motion--at least not enough to draw blood. She didn't want to hurt him, after all. She giggled and danced about the clearing before trotting to his side. "Got you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 1:31 pm
Cavin jumped and fled a short distance. When he managed to regain control of his hooves, he stomped to a stop, knickering at his own start and attacking the dirt with a hoof for a moment before he'd turn back to the mare. "Yes..." he muttered, eyes narrow."Yes, you did..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 3:35 pm
Liron shook her mane, a loose feather falling out. She'd preen it, but it was hard to groom her own mane. So for now, she just did her best to brush the leaves and twigs from her back. Then she looked over at Cavin, blinking innocently. "What?" Drawing closer, the mare inspected his back. "I didn't scratch you, did I?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 3:40 pm
The stallion sighed. "No, my hide is in one piece." he muttered, twisting his head to preen his outstretched wings for a moment. After he'd folded his wings, he wandered closer and set to digging the unfeathers from her mane, giving his OCD no admittance on the matter, whatsoever.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:14 pm
"Good. Because I like it that way." Liron smiled and lightly leaned against the stallion, letting Cavin rid her mane of loose feathers--and the twigs that had gotten stuck in it from her climb up the tree. It felt good when his beak ran through her mane, making her shiver pleasantly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:22 pm
Liron recieved a sideways glance, not that the comment knocked her stallion groomer from her mane, at all. Leaves and twigs fell lose, along with a couple dead feathers and some that weren't even Liron's, picked up somewhere between the climb and the re-meeting. "Honestly... I've never seen feathers grow so fluffed so quickly..." He muttered, using his father's word for it. "Has noone taught you how to self-groom your feathers?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 4:27 pm
Liron almost shook her head, but didn't want to interrupt his grooming. "No... My older sisters don't have feathers, and my dad only had them in a crest on his head. He tried to show me when he groomed his wings, but..." It wasn't quite the same. A mane was a much harder thing to groom by oneself than a wing.
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