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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:18 pm
 Typhoon, a little more spry and limber than he is now, stretched his grey wings on the main platform in the Deep Wood’s Minders Enclave. He had called this place home for quite some time now. Any and all children were welcome here, since this was the fall back Enclave for any Sentinel who wasn’t aware of the other Enclaves around Clan territory. His charges had either been picked up by their parents or were being Minded by others now, so the Ghost Sentinel had a short break in which to relax.
Well, until a Wildtype Minder landed silently on the platform, giving Ty a hard glance and flitting off. Obviously he thought little of his charge, a white fledgling, who now sat alone on the platform. Typhoon frowned at the other Minder’s actions, and hopped over to the fledgling, trying his best to read the pale fledgling’s body language and properly respond.
“Hello there, little one." The Ghost Minder said, thinking for a moment that this fledgling was very, very white. Unusual.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:25 pm
The pale fledgling stood alone on the platform, just where the wildtype had left him behind. There was no goodbye, no matter how brief, and his eyes were closed.
His fluffy feathers were sleeked tight against his body and his ear tufts were flat against the back of his head. He kept his eyes squenched tight and appeared to be in deep concentration, though that was far from the truth, and the little creature was... shaking?
He certainly did not appear to like this sudden shift in surroundings, but some minder or another seemed to deem it more important to separate him from the main enclave for a bit.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:40 pm
Typhoon hooed softly, feeling sorry for the little fledgling. Nobody deserved to be abandoned without even a preen of an eartuft! The grey Minder stood next to the white fledgling, trying to look inconspicuous, even though he was a rather fluffy Ghost that would look enormous to a fledgling.
He preened the fledgling's eartufts, trying to comfort him enough to stop shaking. "I'm Typhoon," he said between beakfuls of feathers. "I'm a Minder here at the Enclave. I'll take care of you." Ty made sure to speak in a rather quiet tone as to not startle the very pale fledgling any more.
The fledgling was very white though...no pattern at all. So strange. But, white or not, pattern or not, fledglings still needed taking care of. Ty would never let a silly thing like feather color get in the way of him performing his task.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:56 pm
The moment Typhoon's beak touched the fledgling's eartufts, he flinched. After a hesitant second or two, he seemed to relax a little bit. His feathers were still sleeked, but his quaking seemed to almost stop.
"H-h-hullo." He replied in a soft, quiet voice and was surprised by the amount of attention Typhoon seemed to be paying him. Because of this, he continued to keep his eyes shut tight. It was always the eyes. The feathers seemed to make them wary, but it was the eyes that sent them flying.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:23 pm
"What's your name?" Typhoon asked, continuing to preen the fledgling. He was perplexed as to why the fledgling still had his eyes shut, but all things with time.
Ty himself was trying to keep his feathers sleeked down, so he didn't look so intimidating. A large grey owl could be rather scary to a young Sentinel.
He still wondered why the fledgling was so white, but perhaps he would grow out of it. There was always feather dye to be had, if that's what the fledgling was so worried about.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:36 pm
"Ah-Ah, 's Odd... I'm Odd." He replied warily. Why was he taken away from the other enclave? He really wished he had the companionship of Lute right now.
"H-how come they made me move? I dinna wanna go. I wanted to stay there!" The rather anxious sounding fledgling moved from paw to paw, but did not dare to look at Typhoon.
Suddenly he seemed to remember his manners, something he had been chastised over many times, although few got close enough to him by choice to remind him every time he was spoken to.
"S-s-sorry. Not tha' I dun't wanna be 'ere. Uh-uh. I miss my friend."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 1:15 pm
Typhoon didn't really know why the fledgling..Odd..had been moved, but he guessed that it probably had to do with prejudice towards his white feathers. He wished it wasn't that, but Odd seemed well behaved other than that. Maybe they had one too many fledglings to take care of, and the Minders at his Enclave felt overwhelmed...but Ty was fairly sure it wasn't that. And who had placed the burden of such an..well, odd..name on this little one?
"I'm sorry, Odd, I don't know why they moved you. I'm sure they'll be back in a little bit, and you can get back to your friend. What is your friend's name?" The Minder was sure he could get the fledgling to calm down a little if he was talking about his friend.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:22 am
"I hope so..." His eartufts flicked slightly and he fluffed his feathers out, before sleeking them yet again. He was unsure of how to feel about the situation and Typhoon seemed nice enough.
He made his decision hastily. Better to have this minder see, before he got attached to the ghost's presence.
He opened his eyes slowly to peer up at the large figure of Typhoon. The minder dwarfed him and his feathers sleeked tighter out of fear.
"Lute. His name, it's Lute. He's my friend."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:57 pm
Typhoon hooted in suprise, peering at the fledgling.
"Well, aren't those some strange eyes?" The Ghost Minder said, a little humor sneaking into his voice. "I've minded Lute a few times before. Besides the memory problems, he's a nice fledgling."
Ty was a little freaked out by the fledgling's eyes, but he refused to let the little Sentinel see it. A fledgling was a fledgling.
"Would you like something to eat?" Typhoon asked, taking to wing and landing a few beats away at his own tree, peeking inside to see what he had left over to eat. Fledglings were always hungry.
"I see I've got a spare chipmunk in here, if you're interested." Ty popped his head out of the small indent he kept his extra food in, holding the chipmunk by the tail. It was probably a day old, but still fresh enough to eat. He'd managed to visit the distribution platform after handing a fluff back over to his parents, and his visit corresponded with a Gatherer coming in with a lovely fat chipmunk, perfect for a fledgling snack.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:40 am
"Yeah. He's nice, n'whatnot. Remembers me good, usually." His feathers sleeked tightly as Typhoon mentioned his eyes, which he cast downward. It was bright out here, as it was.
Food?
Typhoon was offering him food and didn't seem unhappy. Most adults seemed unhappy or angry when he was around, so it certainly was a change of pace that offered him nothing but confusion.
"Y-yes? Please?" There was a low rumble in his stomach, reminding him of the gnawing hunger that all hatchlings and fledglings seem to feel almost constantly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:08 pm
"That's good he remembers you, mhmm." Typhoon set the chipmunk down quick enough to speak, and picked it up again, moving down the branch and ripping the chipmunk in half for easier digestion. He handed the upper half to the fledgling, waiting to hand him the other half once Odd had eaten it.
The Ghost Minder nodded to himself, looking up at the moonlight drifting down through the branches in little bits. Deep Woods was generally dark, but a bit of light drifted through here and there. It was quite pretty, how it lit up the leaves.
"Don't you think the moonlight is pretty, Odd?" Ty glanced down at the white fledgling, opening his beak slightly in a smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:59 am
While his demeanor had been that of a frightened little one, he was quickly won over by the food the minder offered him. He didn't seem all that bad and the fastest way to a fledgling's heart is through food, after all.
The little aberrant tore into the first half of the chipmunk and tried to do so cleanly, but he still managed to procure a good amount of blood on his solid white feathers. At first Typhoon's words were lost on him, as he was still mainly focused on filling his little stomach.
He gave a small peeping noise before remembering just what it was that the minder asked.
"I cain' look." He replied bluntly.
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