Post by Bunko on Oct 11, 2010 21:10:59 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry for the fail post, been really out of it today.
Belzaphei narrowed her eyes at the Ablah General and the other owls trying to take the Shriek head on, were there really owls out there that lack even a speck of wit? Apparently there was... not only that but she was surrounded by them because just as she considered them to be among the bright her guards followed suit in the attack, attempting to fatally wound the beast but to no avail. Her expression became almost comical, her eyes emitted annoyance and a partial glint of the hell with it while her brow arched in a erratic manner, a twitch if you would. Apart from size and basic shape the one thing that truly defined the Fabled Ones from owls is the fact that they were both lethal in the air and on the ground, despite this though she would give credit to her soldiers later for plucking out some of its flight feathers. While it was still distracted and disoriented she shot beneath it, aiming up and under its ribcage. Her owlets nestled themselves within the weaves of vines and jutting thorns while the Pure Ones continued their assault. The brown and black Tyto gave her orders in silence, the two in her charge screeching in the feathered felines eardrums causing the chase to begin. She noticed that the few, impure, owls were itching to give another blow "It is too far gone to tend to its wounds and thus will die soon enough from blood loss, scatter to the forthwinds or become part of the chase, I can't say for certain though that you will be able to escape, of course you are free to join them Nymbus." Her voice was gentle as her down feathers and at the moment was quite regal yet playful at the moment.
Belzaphei narrowed her eyes at the Ablah General and the other owls trying to take the Shriek head on, were there really owls out there that lack even a speck of wit? Apparently there was... not only that but she was surrounded by them because just as she considered them to be among the bright her guards followed suit in the attack, attempting to fatally wound the beast but to no avail. Her expression became almost comical, her eyes emitted annoyance and a partial glint of the hell with it while her brow arched in a erratic manner, a twitch if you would. Apart from size and basic shape the one thing that truly defined the Fabled Ones from owls is the fact that they were both lethal in the air and on the ground, despite this though she would give credit to her soldiers later for plucking out some of its flight feathers. While it was still distracted and disoriented she shot beneath it, aiming up and under its ribcage. Her owlets nestled themselves within the weaves of vines and jutting thorns while the Pure Ones continued their assault. The brown and black Tyto gave her orders in silence, the two in her charge screeching in the feathered felines eardrums causing the chase to begin. She noticed that the few, impure, owls were itching to give another blow "It is too far gone to tend to its wounds and thus will die soon enough from blood loss, scatter to the forthwinds or become part of the chase, I can't say for certain though that you will be able to escape, of course you are free to join them Nymbus." Her voice was gentle as her down feathers and at the moment was quite regal yet playful at the moment.