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 Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:27 am
Sanguine often made an effort to vary his hunting grounds on a fairly regular basis. The nights spent hunting abroad allowed some respite for the otherwise hagridden creatures frequenting his and his mate's stream back home. Not to mention, it afforded him a few hours of precious quiet to himself- after tending to the two seemingly bottomless beaks of their rapidly growing children, of course. Tonight was one such night.
Sanguine had found a reasonably comfortable perch within sight of the Swift Open. He caught the occasionally twitch of movement through the bushes along the riverside, but for the moment, he was content to wait. Should the small mammal lurking below decide to venture out into the open at any point, he'd have it then.
For now, the sound of swift rushing water was the hushed background to his, presently idle, thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:38 am
The night was calm and quiet and even one of the most negatively thinking sentinels was at ease. The silence seemed only broken by the gurgle of the river and the chiming of the nighttime insects. Foxfeather's golden eyes closed lazily as a light breeze ruffled his feathers and his talons clutched the tree limb softly.
It was a rustle that snapped his attention and he turned his head to face the sound and inspected the bush carefully, in the case that lunch was about to reveal itself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:37 am
Still musing to himself, Sanguine realized he had yet to pay a return visit to the Minder's enclave, ever since leaving his son Tassle in their care. If the boy's brother Bloodbone was any indication, he'd be getting pretty big by now...
He would drop in soon, he decides. He had in mind to make certain their child stayed out of the care of one particular old minder, one that his mate had referenced poorly by the name of Cerise. That was assuming the old bat still lived, of course.
“Mmm...” a deep humming rumble sounded from Sanguine's throat as he caught sight of the small creature (what appeared to be a half-Mus). The little blighter was trekking into open ground, but he'd give it a few more fleeting moments before making it regret that decision. Just until it's back was turned.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 8:57 am
As the half-mus emerged from what had been a temporary shelter beneath the leaves and limbs of the bushes, Foxfeather's golden orbs seemed to snap into a more alert mode, leaving the drowsiness of what might of been considered an aftermidnight nap. The little thing looked tasty and it reminded him of his hunger.
He inspected the little critter's every move, waiting for the proper moment to seize it in his sharpened talons.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 1:12 am
It had found whatever it was looking for and was now hurriedly scuttling back for cover. Sanguine couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted Mus, it must have been at least a season now. He generally didn't attribute much use to the puny creatures, but he tolerated them for the most part... like his mate's own assistant Mus. That one was at least earning it's right to daily life, in his opinion.
A shame this one wasn't so fortunate.
Leaning forward off the branch, Sanguine drops quickly and silently angles off to strike; talons spread wide for the ensuing kill.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 2:54 pm
The sudden movements of the other sentinel caught the usually vigilant Deep Woods completely off guard. He had been leaning in, about to push off, but quickly snapped back into place and his feathers sleeked, making the already small male appear smaller.
His beak snapped quietly as he watched Sanguine plummet towards the what would be unfortunate mus hybrid. Pity, because he could of really gone for a bite to eat.
Still, the other male seemed to display a good amount of skill. He would have to compliment him once the mus was dead.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 2:30 am
With a muted thud, Sanguine strikes the unfortunate creature with practically his full weight, instantly crushing the life out of it. He'd learned long ago just how irritating a Mus' terror-stricken pleas could be. Meals needn't speak, if one asked him. Chancing a glance at the vast starry sky above, Sanguine grips hold of his catch and retreats back towards the cover of his previous roost.
After hungrily wolfing down the battered remains of his work, he sets about preening the blood out of his feathers. Part of him really didn't mind the gore; he'd once joked to Honeysuckle at it being nature's own natural dye... but she'd promptly chewed him out, swearing that if he ever came home looking like that again, she'd clip him bald.
He'd since learned to keep this particular brand of humor to himself at home.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:21 am
Foxfeather watched intently before hooting a greeting. He was pretty sure this particular patch of area was not a territory, but he could have lapsed in judgment. It would be better to announce himself than to cause trouble. Oh, yes, this particular feathered creature had some skill. Perhaps he would be worth talking with.
He was Deep Woods, after all, and at least worth a quick chat. Foxfeather couldn't possibly pass up the chance to find a like minded Deep Woods and silently hoped he was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 4:33 pm
Halting his preening to face downriver, Sanguine catches the sound of a voice nearby. It would seem he had company. He didn't really feel like “entertaining” a guest while he finally had some quiet time to himself, but he figured it was best not to be rude. It may very well be something important.
Hooting back in reply, he ruffles his feathers and returns to their care as he waits for company to show itself.
OOC: Feel free to have Fox chat with him for as long as you'd like, Sanguine is just a stick in the mud like that. :3
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:41 pm
Foxfeather's beak edges turned into a small, almost unseen smile and he drifted silently to a limb nearer to Sanguine. His landing was as silent as his flight, save for the scraping of his sharp talons against the rough bark of the chosen tree.
"Good eve, and good hunting as well." He bowed his head slightly as he greeted the fellow deep woods.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:23 am
“Well met, stranger.” Sanguine offers dryly, returning the newcomer's bow with a stiff nod. Sanguine had barely realized his guest had approached, until he'd spoken just now. Oddly, on first impression, this “wiry” fellow struck him as a bit of a spook.
“Hunting fairs well for the time being, for our kind anyway.” he comments amiably. “What can I do for you?”
Introductions would no doubt follow soon enough, but Sanguine felt no inclination to volunteer his name first.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 6:22 am
"Hunting fairs well for the time being, for our kind anyway.”
The small male hooted softly in agreement with this statement and placed his feathers with skilled precision. His manner was that of a relaxed creature, despite being in the presence of a complete stranger. Sanguine seemed even tempered enough that Foxfeather was pretty sure he was not intruding on territory.
"Having a word is all, really. I was sitting, watching the same mus mix peek out. I couldn't possibly leave without complimenting you on your form. You must do your profession proud. Hunter, correct? I am Foxfeather, Watcher."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:06 pm
“You assume correctly... I am Sanguine.” he states, idly shifting his necklace as if to emphasize the fact. “You're well suited for your chosen path, I wasn't aware I'd had an audience.” Sanguine knew he was going to be pressed for casual conversation, so he might as well try and direct it.
“I didn't deprive you of an intended meal, did I?” he adds with a short sniff, an unconscious old habit of his.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:23 am
"Not at all. I'll be stalking tidbits a little later, just doing my duties at the moment." It was a blatant lie, because he had wanted that same mus, but he spoke smoothly and hopefully cheerily enough that the lie did not peek through his feathers.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sanguine. You certainly do our type well." He wanted to avoid any out right harsh comments against other types, as he was unsure where this particular Deep Woods was leaning. He seemed like a proper enough fellow, but one could never be too sure.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:30 pm
“Hah-haahaa!...” he erupts, his thick laughter booming against the noise of the river. “... pretty words from a stranger.” A broad smile borders Sanguine's beak as he studies the fellow Deep Woods. Flattery is always welcome, but of whether or not he is aware of the lie, Sanguine makes no indication.
“Heh'hmm... it was only a half-breed rodent, nothing such glib talk should warrant.” While his expression has already returned to its usual dour stare, Sanguine has decided this fellow was alright.
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