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 Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:55 pm
Nestled in with a collection of large spruces, this partially hollowed scruffy tree would make the perfect shelter except for one tiny hitch; the shelter is deep into the canopy. With the above not too far up, and the constant swaying of this colossal structure; this shelter would be far from first choice for most.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 5:27 pm
Silverbell flew through the trees, seeking a place where she could hide from the incoming storm. Even a bard-to-be knew when the cry of the Thunder bird turned into the torment of the torrent, and she'd be a feathered fool to stay outside. Soon the slight drizzle turned to downpour, the surprise nearly crashing her into a tree! Her wings strained against the weight of the rain, lifting her up, higher and higher. She couldn't see where she was, or how far up or down she was, the rain was thick in the distance and stray drops were getting into her large eyes. Her white feathers she prided herself on were bedraggled, and her bells barely played a sound, soaked as they were!
There! She spotted a hollow and aimed for it. It was then she noticed just how high up she was, the thought hitting her like a rock in the pit of her stomach. Would the fear of the above outweigh the rain? Bell had no choice, she landed really clumsily into the hollow, laying in there and breathing heavy. The whole tree top was swaying in the mighty winds and her dizziness was rising. There would be no easy way out of this!
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 7:57 am
His eyes scanned the area, fighting to look though the curtain of rain that hit his face and the wind that made all the world sway. His eyes caught the thick blur of protective spruce trees through all the mess and finding that he was in dire need, he flew up…and up…and up. Sequoia was made aware that they canopy was higher up than he expected, not able to see as clearly through the rain, and as he flew up, he felt each wing beat sending a new rush of frightened adrenaline in his veins. His eyes automatically looked up at the sky above, churning with black clouds. Somewhere, up there, there was….that cruel enemy.
The canopy of the swaying trees soon blocked out the patch of sky he was looking at as he flew into the trees. He landed on a sturdy branch, letting his talons dig deep into the dry wood, though with all the wind and swaying, he still didn’t feel as safe then he would have in a more sturdier shelter.
Glad to be out of the rain at least, Sequoia puffed up, spraying droplets of water as he shook himself off. Brrrr! Basil was nearby, cleaning himself but still maintaining a close distance. Usually the little Parus wouldn't be so close to him, but being cold and probably frightened, he broke his usual norm.
'It's okay Basil. We're out of the rian now. The storm can't last forever. All we have to do is hold tight and wait." And in these swaying trees, he did mean 'hold tight'.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 3:05 pm
"Rain~ Skies alight with fire..." Silverbell sang quietly to herself, making up a tune to sooth her mood. She allowed herself to dance a little, weaving her body side to side while she hummed. In actuality, the weaving of her body was corresponding to the sway of the trees, and drying her feathers as a nice little perk. Her bells, which had been soaked and songless, started to jingle as the trees moved, adding a little to her humming.
Silverbell stopped her humming, hearing something amidst the rain. Unsure and hesitant, she scooted herself close to the entrance of the hollow to peek about outside. The rain hadn't let up one bit, and the sound of the Thunderbird reverberated loudly in the hollow of the tree, making her Sentinel ears ring.
There! She spotted a bright figure making it's way through the trees, no wait, two bright colored figures. A painted Sentinel and companion! She watched them as they found shelter on a branch nearby. "I can't let them sit out there.." she thought.
"Hey! Hey...uh..brightfeathers!" She stuck her head out from the hollow, the feathers of the mist noticeable on the darkness of the tree. Bell hoped she'd be heard.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:04 am
(( Begging most humble of pardons. My computer was having a fit mid week on and was not solved until this morning.))  Olohan winged his way. It was way too wet, even his territory was ruined. Egratz was no where to be seen, not that he could have seen him in this storm. Where did it come from anyhow?! One minute it was a fine drizzle, Olohan content with Egratz and then... Crashing and cracking his territory seemed to have collapsed in on itself. It was almost a river's waterfall but nearly all through the land. He had been uprooted ever since.
"I'm comming too," Olohan exclaimed into the wind driven downpour, it was like his voice was a ghost being ripped right from his beak. The male eyeballed his landing and the notches. The rain slowed down his accent to a struggle, his wings and talons both clawing at the watery air as if it was some kind of thrashing sport.
The thunder boomed over head as he finally ducked and got a footing.
"Is there anymore room, chick-cheeks?" Olohan questioned out between panting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:21 am
Sequoia had been trying to get the water out of his eyes as droplets ran down his plumage as if a small cloud was dripping on his head and hadn’t had the opportunity to look around for a better place to nestle, but luckily, the howling wind gave off a large bellow before inhauling, growing silent enough to hear ‘brightfeathers’. Startled, Sequoia looked ahead, not in the direction of the female, and looked up and about. Did…the tree speak? Sequoia had been pretty fond of the idea that all things had a life to them, but he was slightly worried that his mind was going downhill when his imagination took control to blur reality. His second throught was to the Sky Fiend, who probably was having a hell of a time in this weather. He hoped, prayed even, that the Thunderbird would devour such a monster tonight.
Still, the voice sounded female….maybe it was…her? His heart quickened and he looked up, searching around frantically. “Lilly?!” He called out, wings out. Did….was being so high making him able to hear her? Was she out there?! His eyes flashed to Basil, but noticed the parus was turned about. Following his gaze, he turned about to see a blurring white among the swaying canopy. It was another Sentinel, tucked in a crevice of a hollow of a tree. It…wasn’t her.
You’re being foolish. Don’t hurt yourself this way. Basil was already leaving, hoping over in search for shelter. Some companion. Not holding it against his more logical friend, Sequoia followed.
At the entrance, he nodded to her. Water was dripping from his beak and droplets fell from his jewelry. “Oh dear. It’s such a terrible night. I thought I’d never find a place to stay.” He said, out of breath as he started to make his way inside. Just then another Sentinel came into view. A rich wood colored Deep Woods with orange speckle accenting. Sequoia was always one to note color and markings. It was part of his job and his passion. The Sentinel came over to them, also drenched. They looked like a pair of mus that had fallen into the river. “I guess we where all caught in the storm.” Sequoia breathed out, feeling drained from flying. A blast of wind pushed at his back as if ushering inside the security of the hollow and he gestured for them all to go inside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:13 pm
Silverbell backed up, making room for the two large, wet, male Sentinels. The hollow was somewhat small for them, but it was shelter she was inclined to share. She'd expect the same of any other Sentinel in a storm like this, they would have to be cruel to let others go through something as rough as this, and the thunderbird was merciless tonight.
"Much dryer in here!" She exclaimed as she moved out of the way, her bells jingling a little as she did so. Quietly she looked at both of them, their dyed feathers were rather striking and lovely. She started then to preen a wing, letting them be while they got settled.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:24 pm
With three Sentinels in the shelter the tree seems to sway even more. It’s not enough to send them tumbling, but it is certainly disturbing and dizzying to sit in a shelter that sways back and forth. There’s not much to focus on outside, just the rain and from time to time entire branches that are blowing by. They are lucky to be inside a hollow tree, because any Sentinel hit by flying debris might be knocked from their perch and quite badly hurt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:25 pm
Olohan glanced around. It was pretty small but homey nevertheless.
"Thank you kindly," He seemed to concede, "Why in the world did the Thunderbird get so riled up?" Olohan couldn't remember a season of spring where it was this bad. Then again, last season he was still considered a fledgeling, and thusly had no territory to claim. He chuckled good naturedly as he siddled closer.
After a moment he started to preen carefully. There were so many feathers ruffled by the wind.
"Looks like next season I'll be finally put to rights and get all my feathers aligned, I'm Olohan," he hooted the commontary-filled greeting. The thunder threatened and the rain seemed louder; He fell silent as he flicked his eyes back and forth between feather straightening and his small balancing act in the shelter's swaying to and fro from the wind. The Sentinel fought the urge to babble in his uneasiness. This situation was new and he wasn't sure how to approach the strangers.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:40 pm
As Sequoia entered the Hollow, followed by the other, he felt the tree under his feet dip, incline, and the creaking of the wood around them. The tilt of the tree made him afraid that the entire thing would either break or would incline so much that it would touch the ground, leaving them upside down. It was a frightening and sickening experience and he felt his insides swig back and forth from the movement. It took him a moment to speak, making sure nothing other than words would come out.
“I am Sequoia.” He said, a simple statement as he tested out his queasy stomach. “ All this swaying isn’t good for the stomach.” He added to excuse his words and maybe as a follow-up and explanation in case he did dispel anything later on. His eyes flashed outside and he breathed. “It’s so high up here that this three might as well be brushing The Thunderbird’s underbelly.” His eyes watched the trees outside sway. “A dangerous storm.” He wondered why the Thunderbird was so angry. Was it here to pay judgment on the lowly Sentinels of Noctua? If that was so, Sequoia had no right to be safely inside. He did worry that there where Sentinels outside, trapped in this storm. Sentinels who where waiting on help, calling for help, and receiving nothing.
“What a strange storm. Very dangerous. Any Sentinel would die out there. Alone.” Sequoia made no show to preen himself, letting the water drip off his sides and puddle under his talons.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:47 pm
"I'm..Silver..bell," she got out, shaking from the onset of dizziness. "Nice to meet..the two of you, circumstances could have been..better!" Three Sentinels at the tip top of a weak tree in a rainstorm, she would be surprised if the very tip of the tree broke off and plummeted them all down to the below...she closed her eyes, shifting her feet as they felt the puddled water from Sequoia reach for them.
She began her slight humming and swaying, syncing herself up to the sway of the tree to try to subside her dizziness, but the swaying was just too great. Her body continued to quake, feeling sick inside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:59 pm
Olohan felt bad for the two housed with him. As they swayed he gently preened Silverbell a bit. It must be the worst for her though as she seemed worse for the wear out of them all.
"Lets uh..." He gurgled, "talk between the Thunderbird. Like... I miss my Egghead. Er, Egratz his name." He seemed to burble a bit more and was glad that he at least hadn't the chance to eat a big meal. Luckily it was also something light as well. The crack and flashes of light was disturbing, but he tried to pay no mind. Hopefully the day would go by without them noticing, back to the wonderful night-so-calm.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:21 pm
Sequoia was half paying attention, drawing to the opening of the hollow and watching the rain and feeling the sway of the tree. If you looked outside, the swaying was just as noticeable. Everything moving outside with the wood underneath your talons turning the same way. The Artisan felt abit green under the feathers, but he was too entranced by the sky that blurred and thundered overhead. This high up...he could actually see it. The darkened sky, the rain falling.
The chime of bells and the sweet melodic tune was appropriate. It went well with the rain and thunder. " You sing beautifully." Sequoia said, the sickness in his body turning to something more like a churning that worked in his body. He even felt his own body sway, in hopes that moving with the tree would help make him feel better. " Yes, we should talk between the Thunderbird." Sequoia poked his head out of the entrance. "Hello! Dear god. What angers you? Why do you howl?! Has someone stolen something of yours? Something precious?" He called out, rain hitting his face. There was a howl of when and another Thunderclap overhead.
Sequoia turned to look over his shoulder. "The poor creature. It's furious. Frustrated. Sad. Why would it rain so much if it wasn't?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 6:34 pm
Silverbell accepted the preening gratefully, it calmed her a little, despite the sickness from the swaying. "Thank you," she said, a smile playing across her beak from the compliment. Having her eyes closed helped some. She froze her own swaying as the thunderbird sounded once again, then resumed. "~Sway to the sound of the ...tears of the sky, dampening, dampening...." The thunderbird laid out a beat so she sang to it, inspired by Sequoia's speech. "I agree..." She nodded.
She turned her head, looking to Olohan. "Who is Egratz?" Boom. "..Perhaps I can help you look, when this..." Crash. "..is over!"
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