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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 5:21 am
 ((RP takes place after Bushfire has confirmed the truth of the Seeker's words, and Sunflare has realised he has, indeed, been dumped))
Anger was slightly more prolific for her work than depression had been (at the same time, it was more self-destructive, though the female had not yet noticed this), "Oooooh, the nerve of him!" she voice to her surrounding, her wings beating fiercely, almost as if in an attempt to outrun her own thoughts, "Such a dirty, dirty scandal! How DARE he!" stretching out her talons, the Forager landed on a random tree outside her territory... far, far away, for her own lands were but a grim reminder of what was going on, and she had felt the need to get away.
"I'll show HIM!" she continued, her voice breaking just so, as if fighting tears of rage, "I'll show EVERYONE!" each harsh intonation of her voice was punctuated by a particularly forceful grip of the branch her talons curved around. It was mildly therapeutic, really, and she found herself chipping away at the bark in this way, "How DARE he dump me!" she was well aware that she was talking alone, and that anyone nearby might hear her, but right now... Bushfire could not muster the energy to care, "How DARE he leave me for.... for such a female! Not even his own type! The nerve!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 9:07 pm
In his own means of a hissy fit, not too terribly far away, sat a very broody Sunflare. His talons gripped tighter against the branch underneath, bits and pieces of the bark falling off with every tightening grasp. His mind was having difficulty coming to terms with the meeting that had occurred only hours beforehand, though the shock was still fresh and new. A slap in the face, really. On BOTH their parts! Why... why in the world anyone would just... just DUMP such a handsome Sentinel as himself, was far beyond his comprehension. Surely she could see the loss on her side, right? How in the world did she see herself benefiting from a lesser being? It wasn't even the fact this new bird was of a different type... after all, ANY Sentinel other than himself had to be considered on some terms a 'lesser' being, so...what in the world possessed her to turn away from his handsome side?
He scowled at the world, remaining still inattentive to his surroundings as he continued being buried under his own thoughts and feelings. The nerve of it all...
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 4:53 am
"The NERVE!" with that single shout came a rush of Bushfire's anger, in the form of an acorn which she'd snatched with her Will and tossed, unknowingly, straight in poor Sunflare's direction. Though the acorn did not harm him, it did manage to leave a small dent in the trunk of the tree he was perched at. In Bushfire's defence, she hadn't really been paying much attention to her surroundings, and would have probably resorted to a more ... lady-like tantrum if she'd known she had an audience.
As it was however, she was horribly and entirely unaware of it, and so the hissing shouts continued, "I'll show HIM. How DARE he?! Dump me? Reject me? Surely he's gone insane!" logic was not to be found at this point, and though it was true that guilt would soon enough find it's way into her very core, for now... there was only anger. She knew, deep down, that Basil was no insane, and that surely he had found true love this time, however, she did not wish to see reason. The anger felt better than the truth did.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:42 am
-- The rest of this RP will be recorded like this, for it was continued on AIM He heard the loud THWACK before the yelling voice, and faltered on his branch in surprise. If he hadn't already been clutching so tightly onto the tree, he may has well have fallen over due to being so randomly startled. The angry female voice immediately made him think it was Fi coming back, angry at herself that she'd let such a perfect catch go, but this voice... certainly wasn't Fiercefire's. Much too deep, but still light enough to be recognized as a female's, despite the hostility in its tone. And, as it continued, it only reassured him further that it was not his brainwashed lover, as there was no way in the world he would ever dump her.
"Watch out where you throw those things!" He huffed, turning around as his golden eyes darted here and there, in search for the cause of the loud ruckus. "After all, it'd be a crime to hurt something as lovely as myself!"
He fluffed his feathers, slowly calming down from the scare, though more intrigued now than anything that somewhere out there resided a female with similar problems to his own. Was this...some sort of sign? Had the world gone crazy? Or perhaps they were fated to meet? Or perhaps there was reason, unlike his situation, for her to be dumped. Ugliness first came to mind, but it quickly evaporated from his thoughts as his eyes finally landed on the pissed off female. Not too shabby at all.
"Why in the world," he fussed out, raising one brow, "Would you go tromping around and hurling things when not in your neck of the woods? Very impolite, you know."For some odd reason, Bushfire hadn't been expecting anyone to overhear her fit of anger. In fact, no sooner had Sunflare's voice resounded through the small patch of territory that the Forager stiffened, obviously upset and embarrassed that a stranger had just witnessed her moment of weakness. Her feathers ruffled as she puffed herself out and for a moment, she seemed hesitant to answer. Manners demanded that she spread her wings and join him though, and thus, the wildtype let out a sigh and did just that. She landed on a branch just a small distance from him and had the grace of looking sheepish as her lowered her tufts, "I'm sorry," her eyes looked up at him, a brow arching at his words.
She kept her opinions to herself though; whom was she to throw him off his high horse? After all, even if she didn't really find him attractive (her typist ways were hard to toss aside), she could appreciate why other Mists might; had he been a wildtype, she'd have probably forgot about Basil just long enough to blush under her feathered coat.
"I'm really sorry," she excused herself again, her feathers still puffed out, "I admit to not having the best of days. You see... my mate decided to do something horribly STUPID," sadly, poor Bushfire needed an outlet for her frustration... and this male was going to provide one, "He decided to LEAVE me! The nerve! For a MIST!" he fluffed herself out even further, "Not that there's anything wrong with your type, good sir, but you see, my mate is a wildtype! Like me! He tossed me aside for a.... a...... MIST!"He remained on his branch, smugly watching as she made her way over to him, no doubt to grovel and beg forgiveness (naturally). He managed to tame his ego, however, long enough to be sensible and hear out the poor girl. It was obvious (if not from her tantrum) that she was going through a rough patch. He would console her, of course, and convince her that she wasn't going through nearly as much trouble as he was, and it would make her feel certainly much better.
"A majority of males tend to be far less adequate in the intelligence department," he commented, naturally excluding himself from those numbers, "Did he actually say why he was leaving?
He gave a small grin, feeling the urge to tease. "You're not so bad looking for a wildtype, after all."
Adjusting himself on his perch, he reached up with one wing to properly attend to his tufts. "It seems to be the season for treachery, though, I admit." he added vaguely, his mind returning to why he'd been miffed in the first place. "You aren't the only one who's mate has gone astray.""No! He didn't!" she looked positively pissed at that fact, "One day, he simply left, hightailed it out of our territory and now... NOW! I hear from a Seeker that he has courted a Mist and is planning on having a clutch of eggs!" for a moment, it was clear she wasn't sure whether to look horribly offended or sad that the male had picked a Mist to have eggs with, "The nerve of it all!"
Her eyes focused back on Sunflare and she frowned, her gaze traveling over him before she turned to look away, mildly flustered, "Yes, well, you are good looking too, sir. If I were a mist, I would find consolation in your kind words," apparently, she wasn't feeling all that teased; a stroke to her ego was probably what she needed after all the angst, really. Her tufts, which had been flat against her head in her anger, perked at his words and childish curiosity crept up upon her as she turned to watch him, "You don't say," came the murmured answer. Feeling the need to reciprocate (after all, as strange as this Mist was, he was offering her an outlet to her frustration), the Forager felt the need to question further, "What happened to your mate?" surely the forest was going to the owls, what with all the treachery! Good lord!
Letting off a dramatic sigh, he nodded his head reproachfully. "She left for a while, as it is very difficult, I assure you, to remain by the side of one such as myself. Standards are far too high for many females, and more than a few feel inadequate against my good looks and graces. But she... she went together perfectly with me. It was like we were born for one another, you know?"
He exchanged glances with her, basking in the attention she was showering him, as he continued. "But, while she was away, bettering herself to becoming the perfect mate to be at my side, she was swooned off her perch by the most unlikely of wildtypes, from what I gather. I dont see how in the world she'd find happiness in anyone else, thus I believe she was tricked into such behavior. So unlike her... sooo terribly unlike her."
He was far from saddened, though his looks might say otherwise, but instead was more than irked at the idea of being shafted. She was his, and he wasn't about to just let her be snatched away by some hooligan.
"But it's alright." he said, clearing his throat as he straightened himself (as slouching is horribly unappealing). "She'll be coming back to me, as soon as I figure out the best way to retrieve her from his mindgames."
Grinning at the other Sentinel, he nodded towards her. "And what of you? Do you still want your mate back?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:42 am
Bushfire was far from stupid; she had a good head over her shoulders when she cared to take a moment to ponder things. As the Mist spoke, she could feel the wheels in her head turning, grinding together. Something about the tale the male spoke was... horribly familiar, and the more he spoke, the more the Forager's expression darkened. It couldn't be.... it couldn't possibly....? Could it? Surely not. This was merely a horrible coincidence, right?
"This... female you speack of. You mate," she drawled, "The one that was swooned off her perch by the most unlikely of wildtypes... her name... it wouldn't be, by any chance Fiercefire, would it?" Oh, she'd heard enough rumours to know that the Mist that Basil had taken as a mate was named as such, but surely she was mistaken and this was just a horribly dramatic coincidence?
Then again, it was TOO much of a coincidence, "This unlike male wiltype," she continued as she stiffened further on her perch, her claws tightening against the branch that supported her weight, "He wouldn't be a wood worker, would he? A wood worker named Basil."
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:52 am
He froze the moment that name was uttered from her beak, and his eyes narrowed in an instant reaction. How in the world this stranger knew of Fi was beyond him.. did she have some connection he was unaware of? He thought he knew all of Fi's companions, but this wildtype had never crossed his path before.
His eyes narrowed even further as that horridly stupid name was uttered in conjunction with his mate's name. It was a funny sight, really, as he looked like he was squinting from eye problems, though no one would dare utter such blasphemous words to his face, of course.
"It would be one and the same," he conceded slowly , his mind slowly putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "And you... I assume you'd be the one Basil tossed aside for my Fi?"
If the forager had looked pissed when Sunflare had first spotted her, she looked positively livid now; her plumague puffed out, making her small, lady-like frame, apear much bigger than it actualy was, "Oh, the NERVE!" she practicaly spit out, "How DARE he go court a mate sentinel? How DARE he?! Has he no morals?" Bushfire had no way to know that Sunflare had delusions of grandeur and that he had been dumped way before Basil had entered the scene. She only had half ot the story, but the bits of info she had suited her well; they made her exmate out to be the villain of the whole ordeal and thus someone she could dump the blame on.
"Yes," she managed once she'd calmed down enough, "My name is Bushfire, and by now I am unsure I want such an owl back as a mate. I merely wish you give him a piece of my mind!"
He'd been slightly worried at first, when she puffed up, that perhaps he had gone a little too far with his words, but he immediately relaxed as she went on about her mate and how further upset he was making her.
Now, Sunflare wasn't the brightest of Sentinels (though his glamorous coloring might beg to differ), but the wheels and gears in his mind did their turning... far along enough for him to come up with a minor scheme. It was apparent that Bushfire here had a vendetta against her former lover, while he knew he'd once again rekindle a broken relationship within his. Hmmm...
"And I am Sunflare," he said with a smile, the wheels finally coming to a halt as the proverbial light bulb lit up over his head. "And, dear Bushfire, if you do not wish to reconcile with your Basil... why not aid in returning the favor of his crime? He broke your heart, that's certain, so why not.. break his? After all, he can't go about dashing and stealing other male's mates. That way, not only am I reunited with my lover, but you will show him just how much pain he caused you, in comparison to his own dilemma?"
Oh yes, this would indeed work out splendidly. He prided himself on his plots, of course, but this one was especially worthy of self-pride. Not only will Fi be his, but he and Bushfire'd teach that female-stealing Basil for good!
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:08 am
While it was true that she was angered and bitter towards her mate, some small part of her did want him back. The other part of her that was brimming with common sense told her that getting her ex-mate back was a horrible idea waiting to explode in her face. After a moment, the Forager relaxed, letting out a harsh sigh, "No, I don't want him back. I just want him to know my displeasure with this whole situation. I want... I want him to know what it feels like. What /I/ am feeling," she was aware they were sour words and hardly becoming of her, but she couldn't help it.
Bushfire watched Sunflare, her eyes narrowing as she pondered his words. He was talking about revenge, wasn't he? My... that was something that sounded.... particularly good, "So long it's kept clean, if I may be of service, I will aid you getting you back reunited with your mate. Though..." and here she hesitated, "She might not want to go back to you. I hear that the two are deeply in love," again she sounded bitter, her tufts falling down, "So long no underhanded tactics are used and we both go claim our displeasure, I see no harm in a bit of civil talk. Surely, they will come to reason."
He took a minor leap to land on the branch she resided on, and outstretched a wing to draw her closer and give her tufts a quick comforting preen. "There, there, dear. It's more than clear he refused to pay attention to you OR your feelings throughout any of this, so it's more than clear that he needs to receive a firsthand lesson in the do's and don'ts in relationships."
His wing returned to his side, the wheels and gears in his head continuing to turn. What Bushfire might interpret to be 'underhanded' more than likely wasn't the same definition to Sunflare. He was determined to get back his lover, no matter what it took. It wasn't because he could live without her (for surely all he needed in life was himself, right?) but it was the principle of the matter. There would be no rest for him once the gossipers came to the conclusion that he'd been traded in for some... horribly ugly wildtype. Why, that just wouldn't do at all!
"I think it's gone beyond talk, dear Bushfire," he said at last, after having collected his thoughts. "If they're ready and willing to depart from our sides for one another without saying a word to either of us, I sincerely doubt a heart-to-heart would make much of a difference."
Again she hesitated, but only briefly; why, here was a Sentinel in her same situation, and he seemed respectable enough, didn't he? There was nothing wrong with hearing him out, "What is it you have in mind then?" she asked, her curiosity peaked, her pride flashing back into existence, riled by his words. What he was saying was perfectly true after all.
They HAD been wrong, and perhaps, just perhaps, the situation had gone for beyond talking. Perhaps it required action of some sort, "What would you need from me? Something tells me this is not a situation that be rectified by brute force," besides, that would likely get them into trouble. Trouble was something she'd been avoiding... since her chicks had died. Diving head first into it seemed hardly intelligent.
He frowned, his brows furrowing in deep concentration. It'd taken all of his energy just to concoct the idea of joining forces to split the couple up, he hadn't exactly thought of what the next step in the plan would entail.
"Hmmm..." he mumbled, rocking slightly back and forth, "Well... I'd first assume to take a jealousy route and have them realize what they're missing out on, but I'm not quite sure Fi would catch on too quickly on that one, as bewitched as she is at the moment. I'd surely never use physical means... do you realize what that could do to my feathers?!"
He tsked, knowing his brilliant mind was out of options, and he let out a sigh of defeat. "I suppose I don't really know a way of seperating the two of them, if their dedication towards one another is held that strongly."
It was never enjoyable to admit defeat, and Sunflare was never one for defeat. Perking up in the very slightest, he held out one wing as he spoke, a very small realization dawning on him. "I suppose, on the other wing, however, this... this fascination has the potential to wear off. After all, it's not like they'd actually been mulling on their runaway affair for a period of time before executing it?"
Bush was only starting to realise the male had spoken without having a plan. Regardless, she preened slightly, giving him time to think before she made a face, "I don't think jealousy would work. We can't make them jealous if we fake we're together because that's... well...." she struggled to find a word for 'disgusting' that was a tad smoother, but failed, "Strange," she settled calmly, for she was happily a typist and had no fear of showing so, "Why mar the beauty of your lineage or mine? They'd catch one to the farce."
She was briefly amused by the other's outburst, "And beautiful feathers that they are, my good sir. Your Fi must be as much a blind fool as my Basil is, to leave such a gentleman as yourself stranded."
A sigh escaped Bushfire's beak, "Time will tell," she murmured, though she was uncomfortable with admitting that there was nothing to be done, "Either that, or the murky past will catch up with one of them, forcing them to realise how bad a couple they are."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:23 am
Another dramatic sigh escaped from him, as if the first one never happened. What a mess the both of them were in, with partners foolish enough to leave the obviously wonderful pairings they'd been in previously. Perhaps, just perhaps, this 'grass is greener on the other side' phase would indeed catch up with the both of them, and Fi would return to him (he'd lecture her, but accept her nonetheless, despite being a cheat), and Basil would either reunite or get what was coming to him with Bushfire.
Oh, if only Fate worked its wonders in such a way.
"Time will tell indeed," he agreed, giving off a bit of a stretch to his muscles, "But for now, I think I shall return back home. This cheating nonsense has gotten to me far too much for my liking, and I need to do some hard thinking. It was a pleasure meeting such a respectable wildtype as yourself, Bushfire. Perhaps our next run-in will be graced with more cheerful circumstances."
Nodding her head in agreement, the female Sentinel spread her wings, "That's just as well," she said, "I think we both need a good rest, what with this horrid, most horrible mess," she could only hope his words would come true and the future would turn in their favour, "Fair well, Sunflare. It was indeed a pleasure meeting up with you. Let us hope circumstances look up soon," and that said, she offered him a sad smile before swooping off the branch they'd been perched on.
He watched her fly off, nodding his head silently to her words. She was right, after all, a good rest would certainly improve his mood. It was a dreadful shame that his mood had to have sunk to begin with, but overall, it probably wasn't the worst situation he'd ever have to deal with. In a few years, for example, he'd have to worry about ageing. Now there was a scary thought.
Shuddering, he shook his head to attempt to free himself from inevitable future worries, and took off in the other direction from his new wildtype acquaintance. It would be interesting to see, in the next few weeks, what exactly was going to happen between their little group.
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