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 Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:02 pm
Sometimes there is no other solution than to look for shelter in another Sentinels territory. Hopefully Rosinweed will tolerate the intruders.
Rosinweed has taken an extremely small territory on the edge of Deep Woods, near the Swift Open River. It consists of five trees. The center one is hollow and is where she makes her nest.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:21 pm
"Under the leaves, under the branches," Brytwine called out as he took his own word as he flew on. Too far to fly back home now, that much was certain. The wind alone would have sent his smaller friends far afield and even he was having trouble being graceful about landing and the like. He found a likely looking branch on the second tree. It had room enough for him to tuck back out of the worst of the rain, room enough to fluff his feathers and not stick out into the storm. "Here, here here," he called as Twilight and Dawn flew fretful laps from branch to branch. He stretched a wing. "Here, under here. There's room for us all."Only when they'd settled, only when they were all safe, for some definition of the word, did he look to see exactly where he'd landed. And to call out a tentative, "Helloo-ooo!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:33 pm
Immediately upon Brytwine's landing a shrill screeching began.
It was Nettle, of course, doing exactly as she had been trained to do. The light brown parus shot out from the main tree of the territory, which was much larger in appearance than it actually was. The hollow tree had been built up by what could of been a fine crafter. Branch after branch was woven and placed upon the tree and it's original limbs and branches to create an interesting and fairly large shelter.
Nettle perched above the apothecary and his two companions and let out another shrill squawk.
As if to follow her alarm, a female wildtype quickly perched at the entrance of the strange shelter and narrowed her tawny eyes. Her eartufts slicked back and her beak parted in an aggressive hiss.
"Who you? Who you be here?" Her aggression could of been real, but usually she only acted such as a bluff to try and fend off other sentinels. This was something she had to do frequently, as often times younger sentinels would harass the easily startled wildtype. The rumble of the sky only did more to add to her sudden wave of panic and she worried that the Sky Fiend would come low, due to the Thunder Bird.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 6:05 pm
Twilight mantled immediately. He might have been in new territory, but he wasn't going to make an easy target for anything. Head feathers lifted a little, he chattered and scolded back at Nettle, keeping one keen eye on her, just in case. Dawn, on the other hand, made herself small, all but disappearing beneath Bryntwine's wing.
"No, no no. Oh no. Oh dear," the Sentinel clucked. "Twilight, stop that racket. There's no need for that sort of thing. We don't mean any harm," he promised. "We were caught out in the storm and only settled for a moment. Is this your territory?" Of course it was. Nothing else would explain that reaction, would it? "Please excuse our sudden arrival. We don't mean to intrude, no, not at all."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 7:00 pm
Nettle's screeches had stopped immediately upon hearing Rosinweed's voice. The dusty brown parus chirrped back at Twilight in a similar fussing manner, but quickly returned to the ruffled female sentinel.
Rosinweed glared fiercly at the intruding male. What he said was true. A storm was coming and it would be as fierce as the Sky Fiend, itself. She ruffled her feathers in a huffly manner and strode out further on to the branch that the entrance of her home was located on. "Yes. Territory. Mine. Bad storm to fly in. Be silent, can stay." She hissed, but refused to get any nearer to the stranger.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:02 pm
"I'll stay just as I am," the apothecary promised. "Though. I may shift my weight a bit. Or scratch, now and then. The wind gets between the feathers and causes itches, you know? And I haven't brought any powder to tend to such a thing." He was talking and she'd asked for silence. He hunched a bit. "Quiet, yes."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:15 pm
She peered at him from her spot on the branch in a frustrated yet curious manner. With his chattering he was an annoyance, but at the same time he was an odd creature to her. Though she was probably moreso to him.
She did not have much more time to ponder on this with her broken thoughts.
A mightly flap of the Thunderbird's wings sent her back into her hollowed fortress of sticks rather quickly.
She did not reappear for several more minutes. She tenatively poked her head from the gnarled tree and glanced about her small territory. She wanted Sequoia here more than ever. She was terrified of the sky, which was raining down on her. The Thunderbird was a creature of life, but at the same time his squalls could drive down her most feared enemy and the thought gnawed at her paranoid mind.
To top it off, there was a complete stranger in one of her trees. That did not bode well with her at all. Strangers usually meant bad. So far Falchior had been the only exception.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 10:11 pm
 Rokku's hissings had alerted Falchior early to the oncoming storm. Gathering the last of the mushrooms he was working on, he was able to lift up before the rain trapped him on the ground. The storm was wild, but where to go? Twisting through the trees, he heard a familiar screech. Nettle! The Parus seemed nearby, though it was hard to tell. Thunder roared, but he'd been able to pinpoint about where she was. Pulling the straps of his pack tighter to his body, he clacked his beak at Rokku. The Waral held on tight to the inner loops of the pack, snagging as many sticks as he could while Falchior fought the winds to reach Miss Rosinweed's territory. He could see her twiggy fortress, as well as a dark outline he recognized. Was that Sequoia or Bryntwine? Either way, both of them were good company. For Miss Rosinweed's sake, though, he hoped it was Sequoia. Poor thing was probably terrified in this weather. He landed near the fortress entrance, where he could see two yellow eyes gleaming from the gloom within. "Miss Rosinweed?" he called. "It's Falchior. I've brought some sticks, see?" he called as cheerfully as he could, trying to put on a brave face for his friend.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 9:11 am
It shouldn't have surprised him that there was someone else out and about in the storm, and yet it did. Bryntwine turned his head and peered through the gloom at Falchior as he winged closer. Well, at least that was a familiar--and less offended--figure. He straightened a bit. "Falchior. You know our, ah, gracious host?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:08 am
"Too windy.. .Can't put up... "Inside here, yes? Won't blow away." she shrank back, but kept her golden eyes pinned onFalchior. although she did not say it, she was somewhat relieved to see a familiar figure.
It was not Sequoia, but she at least knew this sentinel.
"Not safe. Not safe. No. Badwind. Thunderbird is weeping tears from the clouds and beating his mighty wings. Sky Fiend will come." She told the gatherer in a hurried, anxious voice. Her eyes darted out to get a clearer look at Byrntwine.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 11:18 am
Falchior nodded affably, waddling over to put the sticks down near Rosinweed. Rokku was safely hidden in his pack, annoyed by the rain, so he was pretty sure that the Waral wouldn't frighten the already-terrified Rosinweed. Hiding behind his false courage, he shook his head firmly. "Miss Rosinweed, the Sky Fiend will not come. He's afraid of the Thunderbird even more than we are. And if he does come, Bryntwine and I will protect you. Oh, this is Bryntwine," he said, indicating the Wildtype with a claw. "He's a friend. Safe. Won't hurt you." He stepped back again, giving Rosinweed her space, shaking and puffing himself. His extra downy feathers gave him a great advantage, as they kept him quite warm.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 4:56 pm
"Of course I won't hurt her--you," Brytwine vowed. "Why, I wouldn't even dream of such a thing. I swear it on my pinniest of pinfeathers."
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:33 pm
She squinted her sharp eyes and inched nearer to Falchior and Byrntwine. She was still hunched over and suspicious, nothing other than Sequoia's appearance would completely change her demeanor and make her more accepting of the presence of the stranger.
"The Sky Fiend fears... Yes, fears. As we do. As I do. Strange, but true. True, yes... True. Strange, come down. Strange, leaves sky. Sky Fiend comes down." She fluffed her feathers and glanced sideways at the pair. She doubted either could stand against the one who killed Amberlily.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:07 pm
Falchior nodded, concerned. He didn't fully understand Miss Rosinweed's fear, but he knew that any insecurity would be multiplied a millionfold in this weather. She was frightened enough as it was. He felt Rokku curl up against him, fairly dry in his pack. Focusing on one of the largest truffles in the bottom of the bag, he maneuvered it away from the guarding lizard and slipped it out of the pack. He broke it into rough thirds, delicately placing one in front of Miss Rosinweed and sending the other carefully to Bryntwine. "Eat," he said quietly. It was all he knew to do to comfort them at all. "It's good."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 1:34 pm
The wind howled through the trees outside Rosinweeds castle of sticks, ripping off a chunk of her carefully collected and weaved in branches. This set off the adjacent sticks and a large number of them crashed to the ground.
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