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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:29 pm
Gainesh wrinkled his beak in distaste. Yesterday's excitement of having been captured and dropped into the flock had broken up the owl's sleep cycle and now he was up in the ungodly hour when the sun was at its highest point. He clicked his beak in annoyance but stretched his wings and rose from the forest floor. Well.... the owl could hear the other stallions not far off. But was he ready to face them? Not yet. Gainesh was still too unfamiliar with this place, this flock, to be subjected to scrutiny by a herd of stallions. Especially since he no longer had the ability of flight. He felt naked knowing that he couldn't use his glorious wings to fly away any time he liked. There had never been a time when the owl had lost his ability to fly. In time then. Gainesh clicked his beak again, reassured that he kinda knew what he was doing. But still, it was mid-day and he couldn't really sleep.
The owl shrugged. Still unfamiliar with the ways of the flock, Gainesh thought he would do the only thing he could do: go exploring. Slowly he blinked, before setting out, away from the sounds the other whistle stallions were making. He notched the tree closest to him with one talon. A marker to find his way back, before setting out into the forest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 12:29 am
 Noon. She sighed as she watched the sun from the entrance to her nest. It was already noon. She had been welcomed home by a rising sun after her early morning patrol. And since, she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Why, she had no idea. Nothing had been bothering her, and the blanket over the entrance kept the light out well enough. It felt like a waste of a day just laying there. So if she wouldn't be able to rest, some entertainment seemed to be in order.
She yawned, stretching out to her full length before giving herself a good shake. Her bone mask lay in a fur lined basket next to her pallet. A few feathers lay next to it, some decorations she had been considering adding on. They might be too flashy. The mask wasn't meant to be pretty. She wouldn't need that now though. The mask was for guard duty only. This was pleasure.
The path to the safe zone was largely clear. Most of the mares would be working or enjoying a quiet lunch at this hour. As she approached she began glancing about for white caped stallions. She wasn't in much of a mood for a romp, but some of them could be quite good at other sorts of entertainment. A very select few knew stories of lands far, far away. These distant cultures amazed her. Some stories told of a whole family who lived in the desert. Others came from the ocean depths. Not all the stories were to be believed, of course, but even the most outlandish ones held a tantalizing grain of truth. One day, she hoped to see at least one of these places.
There were a few about who wore the caplets, but none that interested her. Each stallion she had seen so far was better known for providing entertainments such as dancing, or singing. She passed a known poet with out giving him a second glance. The offering was pitiful. Where were the interesting stallions? It wasn't as though they had pressing duties to attend too.
Feeling more than a little discouraged, she went over to rest in the shade of a tree at the edge of the forest. The few she frequented would know what she wanted if they saw her there. Maybe if she just lay there long enough one would approach her rather than making her track him down. That or she'd fall asleep. Either outcome wold be welcome.
She had just begun to relax when she was alerted to another presence behind her. Something was rustling as it moved through the old leaves and dry twigs. Well, whatever it was wasn't trying to be sneaky. That much was certain. Curious now, she stood to look into the shadows, "Hello? Who goes there?"
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