Birds of a Feather (post-reaping, open)
May 29, 2010 14:58:46 GMT -5
Post by Prince Inigo on May 29, 2010 14:58:46 GMT -5
Zentaal Falkier
Like always in the forest, the grass was green, healthy and lively and the soil damp from water sprinkles. A calm and serene atmosphere contradicted the current one in the District. No drama, no shouting, the peace was ensured in the outdoors. The trees sang a gentle song as breezes tickled their branches. The choir of animal cries brought out a melody no human could replicate in their harsh and course vocals.
Black shoes crunched on the ground plant life. The man desired to get away from the commotion, human beings in general, at least for this moment. 'Home' was not the best place to go. Red irises searched the area, angry enough to figuratively set fire to all life gazed.
The black-haired young man pushed back branches halting his progress. He took in everything around him, possibly easing his irritation. He had not gone far away from the District borders upon seeing brown and white feathers trailing to a large body. Crimson stained a ruffled crest. Talons were outstretched and limp-looking much like the beak that was agape, its tongue touching the earth. The wings positioned themselves like a child hugging a pillow. Eyes shut.
The man stood for a while inspecting any signs of lethal damage. Noting the puncture marks just below the neck, he could only guess that an animal of faster speed produced such an injury. Perhaps a forest snake; regardless, he gathered that life was still with the hawk, seeing that bite marks and entrails were not present anywhere on or near the bird's personnel.
An unusual compulsion took over him. The man walked over to the poor creature and started to smooth its feathers, caressing gently. Nearing the head, though, dark killer eyes opened. The bird took a moment to register its surroundings, the man, the action he was doing; then it clamped onto one of his fingers.
Instant anger sprung. The man stood, lifting the bird like a fish on a hook, and was smacking the hawk against a tree. The bird did not cease even as bark pieces inserted between feathers.
"Off, dumb bird." After saying, he saw an opportunity and calmed, stilling his hand. The bird kept its glare. The man used his other hand to rip the bird from his finger, sending searing pain through his nerves, and shut the bird's mouth. The ferruginous hawk immediately tried to flap away, struggling to shriek, clawing everywhere.
"This is what you get," he said as a bandage roll was pulled out of his jacket pocket. He bound the beak quickly then proceeded to cover the puncture holes. The hawk kept attempting to let out a cry and try to fly away with wings being pinned down by strong hands.
Like always in the forest, the grass was green, healthy and lively and the soil damp from water sprinkles. A calm and serene atmosphere contradicted the current one in the District. No drama, no shouting, the peace was ensured in the outdoors. The trees sang a gentle song as breezes tickled their branches. The choir of animal cries brought out a melody no human could replicate in their harsh and course vocals.
Black shoes crunched on the ground plant life. The man desired to get away from the commotion, human beings in general, at least for this moment. 'Home' was not the best place to go. Red irises searched the area, angry enough to figuratively set fire to all life gazed.
The black-haired young man pushed back branches halting his progress. He took in everything around him, possibly easing his irritation. He had not gone far away from the District borders upon seeing brown and white feathers trailing to a large body. Crimson stained a ruffled crest. Talons were outstretched and limp-looking much like the beak that was agape, its tongue touching the earth. The wings positioned themselves like a child hugging a pillow. Eyes shut.
The man stood for a while inspecting any signs of lethal damage. Noting the puncture marks just below the neck, he could only guess that an animal of faster speed produced such an injury. Perhaps a forest snake; regardless, he gathered that life was still with the hawk, seeing that bite marks and entrails were not present anywhere on or near the bird's personnel.
An unusual compulsion took over him. The man walked over to the poor creature and started to smooth its feathers, caressing gently. Nearing the head, though, dark killer eyes opened. The bird took a moment to register its surroundings, the man, the action he was doing; then it clamped onto one of his fingers.
Instant anger sprung. The man stood, lifting the bird like a fish on a hook, and was smacking the hawk against a tree. The bird did not cease even as bark pieces inserted between feathers.
"Off, dumb bird." After saying, he saw an opportunity and calmed, stilling his hand. The bird kept its glare. The man used his other hand to rip the bird from his finger, sending searing pain through his nerves, and shut the bird's mouth. The ferruginous hawk immediately tried to flap away, struggling to shriek, clawing everywhere.
"This is what you get," he said as a bandage roll was pulled out of his jacket pocket. He bound the beak quickly then proceeded to cover the puncture holes. The hawk kept attempting to let out a cry and try to fly away with wings being pinned down by strong hands.
| Reeve | D11 | Female | 15 ||:.[/red]
