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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 9:33 am
Wolfie glared at the little blue and white chicklet puffed up in a nest of twigs. She had taken the time to move it in out of the weather in order to keep an eye on the near fledgling. It was at this stage that Wolfie found the Duos to be the most vulnerable. But now remained the question of who was the vulnerable one…
The chicklet had once found a home with one of the residents of the large old house. Everyone here seemed to be great parents for all the Moonlits that wandered through the woods. It made Wolfie proud to know that she had accomplished something great in her Aunt’s good name. However, there were complications with this particular housing arrangement for the chicklet. Although Duo-Birds are known for their sweet nature in general, the little one set before her in the nest was in need of an attitude adjustment. She couldn’t get near the little one without having her hand pecked to pieces or a bit of sass from its mouth. Sadly, the owner couldn’t handle the rebellious chick either and Wolfie was left in need of help with this one. Wasn’t there anyone who was willing to handle a problem child?
You have just sat down on the couch in the living room where the nest for the Duo resides and the little chicklet has hopped its way across the fabric and into your lap. Chrissy peeps playfully and you think that perhaps someone has judged this innocent young Duo wrong. Cupping your hands to pick it up you look the chick in the eyes and whisper to it, “I know who you really are.” She peeps again and you smile, knowing deep down that this one might be that special Moonlit you have been looking for. The depths of her eyes enchant you. One minute you are staring into the deep black eyes and the next you are in god aweful pain. You can’t see! My goodness it seems as if Chrissy has taken the opportunity to peck you in the eye. Temporarily blinded and near-howling, what happens now?
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:27 am
Here's my response and good luck to everyone who enters.
RP Response:
Yelling in pain from having Chrissy peck at my eye scared Chrissy, causing her to hop away. She was chirping in delight, happy to have caused me so much pain. Opening the one good eye, I look around for Chrissy. I spot her hopping towards the other end of the couch. I reach out to grab her only to have my hand pecked at. I gently close my hand around her trying not to drop her as she continues to peck at me. I bring her back to face me, holding her away from my face. “Now Chrissy that wasn’t very nice. I want you to apologize for pecking me.” I said in a stern voice. Chrissy, however, continued to peck at my hand trying to get away. It seemed like Chrissy didn’t want to be with anyone or have anyone helping her. But I knew better. I knew that deep down she was crying and that she wanted to be with someone. I wasn’t about to give up on her. “I can tell that you’re a good Duo-bird deep down. That you want to belong somewhere and told that you’re good not bad. I’m not going to give up on you because of a few pecks that really hurt.” I said whincing at the pain.
By now my hand was bleeding pretty well. I looked around trying to find something to use to bandage my hand. I didn’t see anything so I called out to Stretch. Stretch came flying in asking “What’s wrong Blue?” She land on the couch and saw my bleeding hand. “You’re bleeding! What happened? Are you okay?” She asked. “I’m fine but I need you to go bet me some Band-Aids.” I told her hoping she would calm down. As Stretch flew off I noticed that Chrissy had settled down. I set her down in my lap watching her cautiously. Stretch came back with the Band-Aids and gave them to me. She had perched herself on my shoulder and was looking at Chrissy. “Who’s this?” Stretch asked curious about the young Duo. “This is Chrissy. She has a bit of a problem. She doesn’t get along with others at all and has no home.” I explained as I put the Band-Aids on my hand. It was hard using only one eye so I tried opening the other one. It opened but everything was really blurry. It’ll probably work better in a little bit, I thought to myself.
Stretch had hopped down and was next to Chrissy checking her out. Chrissy lunged at Stretch pecking her. Stretch cried out flying up into the air. “Oww. What’s her problem!? I was only looking at her. She didn’t have to peck me.” Stretch whined. “She doesn’t know better Stretch. She’s been getting away with this so she thinks its okay.” I said trying to soothe Stretch. Stretch flew down and pecked Chrissy on the head. “There that’ll teach her.” Stretch said. “Stretch!!! You don’t peck her back…” I was saying as Chrissy began to cry, “Oh don’t cry Chrissy. It’s alright. Stretch didn’t mean it. Stretch apologize.” I tried to calm Chrissy down but she wouldn’t stop crying. Well this is working out well, I thought to myself. Stretch flew down to Chrissy and chirped, “I’m sorry.” Still Chrissy cried. Stretch and I looked at each other wondering what to do. Then and idea struck. “Stretch sing to her. That should help soothe her.” I said remembering how my mom would hold me and sometimes sing to me to help me feel better as a little kid. I pick Chrissy up and began to rock her. I gave Stretch a ‘Why aren’t you singing’ look. Stretch sighed then began to sing lightly. Slowly Chrissy began to stop crying. Finally when she had stopped crying I said softly, “There now. There’s no need to cry. Why don’t you come live with me and all of my moonlits? They’ll all be happy to meet you. So how about it?” Chrissy gave a feeble cheep before lightly pecking me on the hand. I smile at her as she goes to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:15 am
Okay, I'm gonna try. Good luck to you too Blue.
“Son-of-a-” I cursed loudly, dropping Chrissy back into my lap. She seemed to be chirping gleefully now, and repeated what I had just said while hopping along the couch. “So that’s what they were talking about.” I grumbled, glaring at her with my undamaged eye. Resisting the urge to squash the bugger then and there, I ran into the kitchen for an ice pack. I returned quickly to scold the little bird, but she wasn’t where I had left her. I spun around looking frantically for her, when I soon heard, “Over here Cyclops.” Looking up, I saw Chrissy had jumped over to the bookcase and had somehow gotten on top of it. Running over I reached up to get her. “How’d you get up there? You might fall.” Before I could firmly grasp her she pecked at my hand with both beaks. “OWW!” I yelped. She chirped excitedly, teasingly. “Maybe you should go find Jean Grey and get her to levitate me for you.” Repressing another string of curses, I wrapped my other hand in a thick blanket that was on the couch back and picked her off the bookcase. “You better be happy I don’t have laser eyes right now.” I growled. She tried pecking again, but couldn’t get through the blanket. Chirping angrily, Chrissy again repeated my earlier words. “You keep that up missy, I’ll put you back up there and tip the case over myself.” I snapped.
Chrissy may be a bird, but she was still only a chicklet and couldn’t yet fly. She considered her options, choosing to aim one last frustrated peep at me and quieted down, pouting in my grasp. “That’s better.” She's a quick learner. Is that why her speech is so good? Before setting her down, I took the small towel from around the ice pack, which by now was a cool water pack, and wrapped Chrissy neck to claws to keep her from jumping at me. She made it clear that she didn’t like it. “That is no way to talk to someone. Do you want me to insult and bite you?” Chrissy ignored me, looking away and peeping indignantly. Groaning, I leaned back on the couch and considered my own options. I could walk away and let someone else deal with the brat. I could drop her off deep in the forest. I could even squash her like I’d wanted to earlier. Well, she might find her way through the forest, in which case she could return and try to finish off my eye, and I didn’t think her parents would appreciate me squashing her. Shrugging, I picked Chrissy up, careful to keep my fingers away from her beaks or claws, and removed the towel. She was still pouting. “Get over it. If you don’t like being treated this way, you shouldn’t treat others so badly.” I said firmly, trying to not feel sorry for upsetting her, and also trying to not give her an adventure encouraging shove out the door. The blue chicklet didn’t look up. “It’s not that hard to choose being polite over injuring others.” Without thinking, I gave her a gentle pat on her head, set her in her nest, and turned to leave.
About two steps from the door I realized that she hadn’t bitten me. I turned back. Chrissy was settled in the nest, watching me. I returned her gaze, though I was one eye short since the one she had pecked was swelling and throbbed when I tried to open it. I thought of another option; I could raise her myself. I had been thinking about getting a duo-bird for some time. Shaking my head, I thought, This is just a one time thing. She’s only doing it to make you feel safe, then wham- she’ll go for the other eye. I turned back to the door, placing my hand on the knob. “Hey, Cyclops. Wait.” Groaning, I turned back. It was then that I thought to ask how she knew the X-men, but I didn’t. Chrissy was now standing with one head looking off to the side and the other glaring at me in annoyance through which she spoke to me in a not so harsh tone, though it still had the superiority factor clear as a bell. “You can’t go out with one eye. You’re a human. You’ll run into and break everything, which includes most likely me and my nest. I can’t let you bumble around like that.” She hopped over and gently nipped my toe. “Since I’m the only one here, I’ll have to be the one to make sure you don’t break anything. And you’re lucky it’s me because unlike the fuzz butts (wolves) and you humans, I have four eyes. Much better to see with.”
How did she learn to talk? I stared at the chicklet for some time, wondering why I didn’t just keep on walking, until she got impatient and snapped, “Well? Do you want my help or would you rather be chased out of the house for breaking everyone’s things?” I knew enough not to laugh at her. The truth is, I was having difficulty walking with one eye. I was also intrigued that she wanted to help me; whether or not it was for the reasons she had told me. “I would very much appreciate your assistance. I would also appreciate you not biting or cursing me anymore. In return, I won’t give you to my wolves as a new chew toy. I’ll also let you sleep in my room, where you will have food and your nest will be safely out of the way of my stumbly foot steps.” I carefully reached my uninjured hand to her. She looked at it, then up at my face. With an excited chirp, which she quickly smothered, she hopped into my hand without biting it. I stood back up and placed her on my shoulder. “It’s about time someone appreciated what I do here.” She huffed, ruffling her feathers. Rolling my eyes I headed for the kitchen, and another ice pack, with Chrissy clutching my shoulder, warning me nicely to not let the door smack me on the way through. Unable to help myself, I smiled. This is going to be a trip...
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:00 am
Wow, these entries were so hard to judge! gonk Sometimes its hard picking between just two. I spent many nights over the last week reading and rereading these trying to pick between them. Thanks for the two of you for entering. AND.....
THE WINNER IS CORNY!
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