Post by sylin on Oct 16, 2010 17:08:48 GMT -6
Camon
Camon was on his own in his den, a hollow in a tree. How
original. But inside he had several books he had borrowed
from the Glauxian Library about old legends about owls like
Glaux and Ga'Hoole and other great owl figures. Camon
ruffled his feather's as he read one shivering tale from the
legends of Ga'Hoole. He had never actually met a Guardian of
Ga'Hoole, but heard enough about them that he was not as
amazed as he had once been over the amazing birds that
made strong the weak and vanquish enemies. Camon
plucked a feather from his wing, wincing, and used it as a
book mark. He knew it was not good to often pluck feathers
from one self but, he was often needing new quills and found
infinite uses for not only his down, but other feathers. He
smiled softly before closing the book and placing it on a small
pile with the others. He fluttered to a branch outside his nest
and shivered as a cold with flew right through him.
Camon was on his own in his den, a hollow in a tree. How
original. But inside he had several books he had borrowed
from the Glauxian Library about old legends about owls like
Glaux and Ga'Hoole and other great owl figures. Camon
ruffled his feather's as he read one shivering tale from the
legends of Ga'Hoole. He had never actually met a Guardian of
Ga'Hoole, but heard enough about them that he was not as
amazed as he had once been over the amazing birds that
made strong the weak and vanquish enemies. Camon
plucked a feather from his wing, wincing, and used it as a
book mark. He knew it was not good to often pluck feathers
from one self but, he was often needing new quills and found
infinite uses for not only his down, but other feathers. He
smiled softly before closing the book and placing it on a small
pile with the others. He fluttered to a branch outside his nest
and shivered as a cold with flew right through him.