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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:02 pm
Tynder flew through the canopy scanning the forest for some unwary creature. Her piercing gaze easily saw through the darkness and she soon saw some movement. Perching lightly on a branch she listened carefully and waited to see the rustling below.
She targeted the creature and swooped down with deadly precision. The small mouse didn't see it coming. Carrying her dinner to a low branch, with two quick snaps the mouse was swallowed whole.
With the bite of hunger gone she whistled into the darkness. She wanted to find Brushfyre, he had been gone for quite some time and wanted to make sure he had not been distracted or passed his job on. She whistled once more and smiled as Crimson flew from the darkness. If anyone knew where Tynder's dotty husband was the little chirop would.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:12 pm
With rapid fire precision, Brushfyre was informed of his mate's movement, and he exited his roost, flying as hard and as fast as he could to the west, his Skurri army following him, stripping twigs and moss from the trees as they ran.
This happened often, it seemed.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:21 pm
Turning back to home Tynder flew in front of Crimson. The chirop had said "No work." She thought that meant only one thing, her husband was goofing off instead of collecting for the nest. Feeling her temper rising she flapped harder, picking up speed. As the tall tree came into view she heard a horrific noise beneath her.
"What on earth...?"
Looking down she recognized a couple of Brushfyre's finally breed skurri's. They appeared to be carrying an absurd amount of twigs and moss in their mouths.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:28 pm
Brushfire smugly sat in the roost, now chock full of the finest building supplies. His feathers were all fluffed and a cocky smile was on his face as he heard the rest of his army returning to him, and knew that Tynder and Crimson were not far behind.
"I did a good job?" Brushfyre asked smugly, knowing that she would sooner thwack him over the head than actually agree that he had done something right.
Oh, the masochist in him LIVED to drive Tynder batty.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:17 pm
Tynder looked over the pile of moss and twigs that her mate had so clumsily deposited on her neatly arranged nest. She walked over and began picking through it. She wasn't going to let him off this easily, she knew he wanted to go off and do his keeper duties.
"This is too dry, these leaves look like they came from the ground, and..." her eyes widened with disgust as her eyes fell upon a fair sized twig. "This looks like its been chewed on!"
Shaking her head she began to remove the supplies away from her nest as fast as possible. "And for goodness sake don't just dump these supplies all over the nest I've worked on!"
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 1:33 pm
Brushfyre hastily made a retreat from the roost, as Tynder destroyed all the materials he had brought for her. He just couldn't do anything right, could he?
Scowling to himself, Brushfyre retreated to the nursery, his makeshift nest of the young Skurris. To him, they could have just used this nest, it was soft and warm... it might have some Skurri droppings in places, but those could be brushed away easily.
Tynder was far too demanding on the poor Brushfyre.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:06 pm
Tynder took a deep breath, she wished she didn't feel so irritated. This was going to be her first time as a mother; not just watching someone else's little ones.
Pride swelled up, she wanted her chicks to have the best start and she would except nothing but the best. She hoped Brushfyre would soon begin to show some enthusiasm at becoming a father.
She felt her stomach rumble again, she couldn't get over on how much her appetite had increased. She whistled for her companion, "Crimson please go to the central platform and pick up some food."
"Yes Mistress" and the little chirop left, leaving the roost quiet and peaceful again.
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