T H E R E for T O M O R R O W {o}

[lukari]

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The day was beginning to retire. Switch shifts with the moon, as they both shared the sky in these precious moments. Yin and yang, as both were necessary for complete homeostasis of the atmosphere. The sun was beginning to set in the west, while the moon slowly appeared from the east. The dimmed orange of the skies was slowly beginning to fade into a bright pink and pale purple.

A single creme feather slowly floated down toward the earth's surface. As it glided down, flowing back and forth in a passionate motion. Tracing the trunk of the large tree. To the right of this juniper tree was the beginning of swampy waters. Filtering thick filthy water that was near the same color as Fallen's other feathers.

To the left was a bit of drier land, yet few dared to walk upon in case of wet ground causing one to get stuck. These misfortunes were actually rather common for the larger mammals who were foolish enough to venture here. While Fallen had her own reasons for being here.

Brilliant toxic green orb like eyes flickered around. That extremely flexible neck line turning as she looked around. To make it simple, she was hunting. Often finding small shrews struggling within the marsh like lands, these have risen to be a favored few of her meals.

As the skies slowly become a bit darker, less light was providing her amazing sight. Yet no matter, as those green eyes seemed to glow even within the darkest hours. Behind her, she could hear Myotis bats taking their own flight into the night skies to feast.

A expression of disgust came over her face. It appeared no one else was around, but she found the bat species disturbing. Hearing the screeches of their rhythm-less language Fallen had enough. Her talons released their grip upon the branch, as those large wings drove forward.

Leaning forward a bit, Fallen was very large for her breed and was a female. She took pride in this advantage with her size thought. She knew well to keep herself maintained for genetics were on her side. Her parents had been fairly large and completely healthy in all capable ideals.

Fallen was every acception. Healthy, young and at that beautiful. Her white creme and light brown feathers held nicely against the growing purple and blue skies. Soon that form would turn into a shadow as her keen eyes grew with her hunger.

All in all, the night was peaceful and quiet. To quiet. Since these lands started getting more dense in population, Fallen pondered her own future. Like her father, whom refused to make a bond. It was the reason mother had rejected him from the start. And now, Fallen was trying to decide for herself what she wanted.

ooc; open! not very muse-ful, but I wanted to get a thread started and to roleplay my owl. like many other i'm guessing, this is my first owl post :D

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[❖Thistlefoot❖]

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Cadeyrn Riagán had fished very dangerous waters before. The cliffs at the edge of his homeland, the white, high cliffs where waves crashed and pounded and a moment's wrong timing could see you swallowed up forever were certainly some of the most externally spectacular. He had also fished in swift moving rivers where freezing water ran over his talons once he'd landed, nearly numbing his grip on the catch of the day, and on the rocks and roots below. On rare occasions, he had fished in deep, tenebrous lakes, keeping to the shallows where he could still pull up in time to save himself a dunking and, afterwards, a drowning.

Cadeyrn, however, was not the kind of owl to be satisfied by sticking to what he knew. He had never fished in the murky, festering, threatening Mardokh Swamps--and that was reason enough to start.

His eyes had flickered into life as the sun finally set itself in the hazy light of a swamp evening, reminiscent of the tree lights at Brightquill's home tree. They glowed deeply, warmly golden, two beacons in the dark, vast shadow of his body as it glided silently overhead, occasionally casting an even larger shadow on the grounds below and terrifying the small rodents he passed.

Fortunately for them, he was determined on trying out new hunting grounds.

Another silent shadow slipped up from the branches of a tree, moving eerily on soundless wings, and the beginnings of a grin quirked on the edges of his face as he watched the dance unfold. A female owl was spiraling in and out of a melee of bats, moving gracefully and quickly, elegant patterns marking her out to his sight, but her face--such a serious expression! His grin widened, and he pulled up sharply, winged on an almost vertical plane until he was just above the chattering cloud of bats. His shadow, dim in the failing light, flickered over some of them, but not before he had folded his wings into a swooping dive.

He plummeted downwards, fearlessly, streaking through the bats. He wasn't after them, but he didn't mind showing off some, especially for a pretty new lady. One of the bats he struck was knocked unconscious, and he did his best to quickly flick it in her general direction with one talon, but he was too focused on his goal--the water below.

Owls do not hunt by sight, and so the shifting, murky depths beneath him were just as visually indistinguishable to him as they would have been to any other passing creature. Their hearing, however, is their strong point, and he could make out the tiny slurping sounds of unknown things in the water, even below the racket of the sky-rats. Rocketing down, he pulled up at the last minute to aim his talons downwards, sinking them into the mire and then powerfully beating his wings. It looked like a close thing for a while, but the huge owl finally pulled free and up, gliding laboriously to the nearest tree limb and perching there, something wet and wriggling clutched in his claws.

"Hallo missy!" he bellowed gregariously, shifting his grip on whatever it was as it tried to escape. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]