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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:30 am
 The stray sand whipped at his eyes as he hid in the small cave waiting for the sand storm to end. His wing lightly dripping blood as it had been unfortunate enough to be hit by the storm. It was fool hardy to try and push through it and his injured wing was certainly deserved. It was that it had been a while since he had last gone to see Faiza and wanted to show her that he wasn’t dead. Of course showing up injured wasn’t the best way to go either. Then again he tried not to fly around Faiza most of the time anyways, not as if she minded him flying more just he didn’t like doing so when others couldn’t.
Tribe life was pretty slow at the moment and Morin had taken a small visit to go see his old friends Xi lan and Amatsu to catch up on old times. Of course his cousin Kaname had been there and he had gotten to see two of four new members of their small family. Then he had to go meet them which had eaten up even more of his time and he had finally run into Yoko and been pulled off into some mirror stealing Heist. So of course after the first few days of being able to return home he was now taking shelter from a sand storm. Obviously this was try and pick on the Morin week.
Lucky the injury on his wing was just a few little cuts, but they stung every so often and where an annoyance. There shouldn’t be any problem flying out once everything was said and done. Suddenly the howling stopped and the black and lavender phim poked his head outside the cave seeing only a small gust or two there. Well he supposed that it was pretty much time to check if his wing was still flyable. Sure enough seconds later he was in the air.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:01 pm
 Faiza was perched in an acacia tree with branches that looked far too thin to take her weight. While she was not yet able to be comfortable among all the branches, Anila had opened her mind up to all the different benefits one could gain from the height. She still lacked grace when she attempted to climb so, being proud, she had kept her skills secret and had never scaled so much as a twig when in the company of others.
The purpose of today's climb was to get a look at the sky. While the plains were actually very open with few actual groves, the area Faiza usually inhabited had it's own grove of acacia. Not very substantial trees, but a bit of height actually helped when trying to get an unobstructed view. There was another reason why she didn't just move locations instead of climb the thin trunks.
This was were she and Morin had established her home base. Whenever he came looking for her, this was where he stopped. The plains were too wide and vast for him to try hunting down just one specific creature. Not to mention the rainy season was coming up, and the chance of a rogue storm was always there.
It had been a long time since Faiza had seen her mate, and she was starting to worry. She knew he had tribe duties and other friends and family to see to, and tried not to be demanding with his time. She'd discovered that she actually missed his giant purple mug whenever he was gone though, and always wished he might visit more. Even if she wasn't the type for enthusiastic greetings.
The wind shifted, and brough Faiza the smell of water and antelope, wild hogs and bison, and the faintest musk of lion, possibly left over from their last hunt on her lands. She took it all in without removing her gaze from the sky. She had just noticed the tiniest of specks, and was almost sure what it was. She might not have gotten the wings of a Phim, but she had at least inherited their excellent eyesight.
Faiza carefully heaved herself off the thin branch, and proceeded to clamber down the tree. She landed on dried grass and parched earth with a muted thud.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:42 pm
Okay so Morin had to admit that operation fly smoothly was a no go. Sure to other foxes it would seem as nothing was the matter but Morin was rather vain about his flying. It took him a while to learn how to fly, way after most kits his age had learned and he had strived to become the best. This obviously was mostly for himself but also a little tease towards his tormentors. A light snarl covered his features as he thought of those nasty daevas. How in the world had Xi lan come out all sunny when surrounded by such a horde of people 24/7.
Well flying was certainly normal enough never mind that the wind agitated the cuts and it stung like crazy. Still nothing enough to keep him from flying but it was annoying. It also wouldn’t do to meet up with his mate in such a state of mind. He dropped down to the ground and realized where his biggest problem was. It was nothing like his normal landings and he actually tripped and rolled a bit. Okay this was grounds for a glaring match with his wing. After a few seconds and now certain all evil thoughts about past memories and hurt wings he gently tucked his wings and started a healthy paced stroll towards their meeting spot.
It wasn’t the same spot they had first entered the plains in all those months ago but it was definitely a convenient spot and the branches tended to hold his weight, just barely mind you, when he decided to fly to the spot. He looked up from the sand and off to the grove to notice something rather red sitting there. This caused a slight smile to form on his features. He wasn’t close enough to see finite details but it was enough to know it was Faiza. He chuckled a bit; oh he had definitely been gone too long. Perhaps next time he would talk her into visiting his “family” next time he went. “Hello there” he called out. He knew she had pretty much the same vision as him and had probably spotted him already. After all sneaking up on her took way too much effort.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 3:01 pm
The slightest of wrinkles on her brow indicated that Faiza was frowning. She couldn't have said with absolute certainty, but she was almost positive something was off. Morin would normally land near her, not so far away. She couldn't quite tell with all the cursed distance, but she was also sure that his landing had been less than smooth.
The winds weren't any strong than they normally were, so....
Faiza didn't want to say anything just yet. One trait that she and her mate shared was pride, and she would rather not imply anything until she had all her facts.
"Hello," she called back, the normal mental wince flashing through her brain; Faiza was giving to quiet speech and not shouting of any kind. She began her slow yet long-strided walk, to help close the distance. "You have been gone for a long time. I trust you have some interesting stories about what you have been up to?" A half smile crossed her face; Morin loved to being secretive and by instinct wasn't one for giving tons of details. She was sure she'd get a summerized version at most.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:20 pm
Well the wing seemed to be quiet now that it was tucked away and not being used. Of course he had the feeling he was going to have to explain some part of the injury after all his approach and meeting to her was quite out of the norm. He would probably just pass it off as a careless action during a sand storm and leave it at that. After all it was pretty much the truth, only very much Morin style.
Morin smiled and let out a small laugh having caught the Hello back. Well apparently being gone a while did a few things. He picked up his pace a bit more and noticed she seemed to be shortening the distance between them as well. It wasn’t some glorious jumping up and tackling him display of affection most couples would use but it suited them. “Nothing too interesting I am afraid. Just the occasional battle with the Modeity Seth,” He stated knowing she probably didn’t know who that was. “oh and everyone I seem to know is either hitching up or producing offspring” he shrugged. Hmm that might have been the shortest summary he had ever given. Some how he didn’t think it was going to fly.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:58 pm
Faiza closed the last of the distance between them. While perhaps not the most affection fox out there, she was by no means the least either. The leathery wings on her back rustled as she shifted her weight forward to brush her face against Morin's, then pulled back.
"Yes, the breeding season always brings an abundance of such things. One day it will be our turn, and you can inflict your friends with meeting your own offspring."
Faiza was thinking about the rest of his statement, about this Seth being, and was about to make a comment when the salty copper smell hit her nose. Her bright red eyes narrowed just a touch. "You are injured," she stated.
((On the face-nuzzle thing, think like Lion King. And Faiza is in my head with a silent demand to at least mother his first-born spawn if you're gonna crackbreed him despite her opinion on it XD ))
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 10:42 pm
(lol I can give her that honor)
Finally the distance between them had closed and he realized now a hundred percent that being good that long was never going to happen again. Of course dealing with a tribe of thieves that constantly had you out doing something would be a challenge but he wasn’t one to back down. Morin obviously accepted the nuzzle joyfully giving a slight lean into it before she backed away. He let out a tired small smile
“Yes but being surrounded by so many munchkins is a bit scary especially when they seemingly came out normal. You think having phim as one of your parents would down the excitement level. Luckily Kaname has more interesting feathers.” Morin rolled his eyes. A weird happy emotion flickered over his eyes briefly at the mention of kits before it disappeared. Morin actually really liked kits no matter what he had just said. It was one of his weak points although he never had a desire to be a carer.
“Yes in the original tribe I was born in Seth is a desert modeity. The sand decided it was tired of me walking on it and bit back.” He said in light jest. “Its just a minor flesh wound nothing to get to concerned about” none the less he unfurled the hurt wing.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 11:36 pm
Faiza's only comment was to, "Hmmm," under her breath. She wasn't the overly fussy, let-me-sit-you-down-and-care-for-your-every-whim type, though she was actually knowledgable enough that she could qualify as a healer. There had been plenty of incidents in her past that she'd needed to learn, and after leaving her family there was always the stray creature that benefited from her services. That little gray kit was a good example.
Even if she was the type to fuss, Morin wasn't the type to put up with it for every little scrape and bump. In that regard, and many more, they made a good pairing.
"Hmmmmm," she said again, getting a closer look at the wound. "I would like to clean this, and perhaps apply some pennywort to aid the healing. If you believe you will be fine without the treatment, however, I shall leave it be."
((I have no idea where exactly they are, but tried to shoot for somewhere between/in Africa and India >.< Indigenous plants are hard to figure without a location.))
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:19 am
The injury had dulled down to a constant throb every once in a while. If he had walked he probably would have forgotten it ever existed. It was the nature of growing up with four very active boys. He got beat up and injured quite often and if he didn’t deem it life threatening. The pain and his attention on the wound would quite often disappear. Looking up he raised an eyebrow at the fact that his mate seemed to be reduced to the word hmm in her vocabulary.
He looked back towards the wound now that he wasn’t trying to get somewhere or dodging sand storms. Making a slight ‘tch’ sound he noticed his mouth was a bit dry and he should get some water soon. Morin was a pretty hefty fox when it came to colds and cuts and infection and things. So what would normally worry a normal fox he would just shrug off. “Hmm I would probably like to clean it off to be safe but I don’t think it really needs….” He trailed off to think about it. The small injury had messed up his flight and landing and it wasn’t as if Faiza didn’t know what she was doing. “Alright we can patch it up with some pennywort ointment.” He finally stated.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:37 pm
Faiza nodded, then smiled ever so slightly. "Let us walk to the watering hole then. We can wash it there, and you may drink. I am sure the long flight and warm weather have made you thirsty."
The wound on Morin's wing looked to be bleeding still, perhaps due to stinging sands or the rough landing. This was good though, it would wash the wound free of particulates before they got to the water. Morin could give it a proper wash then, and she could hunt down some of the pennywort that grew nearby. It wouldn't take long to make it into something that could be applied to a wound.
Faiza turned and started walking in the right direction, pausing for just a moment to glance over her shoulder and make sure Morin was following.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:00 pm
Morin nodded glad they where going for a drink, he probably should have taken something to keep water in but he was thinking about other things at the moment. It was very foolish since having enough water was the first thing about traveling in a desert. “Alright that sounds like a good enough plan”
He began following her towards the watering hole. He had been there again but it was just easier to let Faiza lead the way. Looking at his wing he ignored the urge to clean the wound himself. They were just walking to the water hole. However it might draw some sort of predator as well. He knew if he couldn’t fight them off he could retreat upwards but he was hardly going to leave faiza behind and even if she would allow him to carry her off they wouldn’t get very high and he wouldn’t be able to both get them to safety. The whole point was moot anyways because faiza would stay on the ground. He chuckled a bit at this.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 11:33 pm
The walk to the watering hole didn't actually take too long. If Faiza ran she could have made it in less time than it would have taken for Morin to fly; if he went to his prefered altitude and had to land from that height, anyway. Even at her quick walking pace Morin wouldn't have beaten her there by more than a few minutes.
However, since her mate was actually slower than she was on the ground, and because she didn't want to aggrivate his wound (or thirst) by setting a quick pace, then went with a comfortable walking speed.
This was actually one of the biggest water sources around, and rarely ever dried up; even right before the rainy seasons began there was always a bit of water. The dry seasons hadn't sapped too much from the watering holes in the area yet, so less chance that a croc decided to make her water source it's home.
Faiza turned back to look at Morin. "I shall find the ingredients I need, and return to this spot. I am sure you do not require my assistance for something like cleaning the wound, and you may actually get it done better than I could."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 10:20 pm
Morin shook his head, he didn’t like slowing foxes down. He knew that he wasn’t as fast as Faiza on the ground, but he was getting better. He had been rather fast when he was younger but he often liked to fly seeing as he was put through so much for not being able to. He folded his wings back on to his personage again and picked up his pace.
He scanned the water a flash back to his earlier days of growing up with Heru and his cousin Kaname in kemet when one had to check for crocodiles to make sure the water was safe. It was something he did even years later and even when he wasn’t anywhere near where crocodiles lived. It was funny what stuck with you as habits.
Anyways the surface was pretty clear and there where no weird placed ripples. However that didn’t mean danger wasn’t still lurking under the surface. Amatsu had told him just recently he had been attacked by a tiger fish in an oasis of all things. With a paw he gently tested the water a bit of him still on alert. However he didn’t think Faiza would bring him here if there was something to look out for.
“alright, I’ll stay here then. Nope I think I got the wound cleaning down you go get the plant” he stated and turned back to the water. Unfortunately he wasn’t like a human who could cup the water up to the said wound. He would have to go into the water. Carefully edging in, he kept his attention solely on the water. If he had to suddenly leap up and injure the wing further he would. A slightly injured wing would be better than being a meal.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 1:41 am
Faiza nodded, and left to get the supplies.
When she returned, plants craddled on her back and ready to be worked, she arched up an eyebrow so high it was in danger of popping off her face. She actually felt like she had to suppress a giggle. She'd never seen her mate bathe before, since when she saw him they were spending their time together and she herself didn't like getting in water. The wings could tolerate water she'd discovered, from sitting through the occasional storm, but they were a heavy and inconvient burder on her back in deep water with mud sucking at her feet.
So until now Faiza didn't realize just how funny feathered wings looked when they got wet.
((Yes, I am being totally random >:3))
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:16 pm
Morin quickly washed the wound before clearing it of bugs, he wondered briefly what bacteria might be lurking in the water but decided it was probably the best not to dwell on it too often. Hearing his mate approach he went to call out when he noticed she seemed to be amused over something. Looking at himself he just let out a sigh
Morin glared at his mate before deciding whether or not it would be childish if he turned around and just stayed underwater. So he looked a bit waterlogged and drowned. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t have opposable thumbs. He noticed she had returned with the supplies and purposely ignored her barely contained mirth, well barely contained for her at least. Ugh and he would have to go around sopping wet for a while. The heat was such he would poof out and he still had a little bit of dignity left. “Pfft so I look weird no big deal” He mumbled climbing on to the bank. He was almost slightly sad there was nothing interesting in the water for him to vent on.
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