Post by Gabjas on Jun 14, 2012 20:56:21 GMT -6
Name: Prue
Species: Barn Owl
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Female
Kingdom: Great Tree (Silverveil in the beginning)
Position: Rogue Smith/ Guardian
Description: Sleek, white feathers with beige tips and light beige speckles clouding the white. Black eyes and a soft brown/yellow beak. Straight scar running down port wing from fight with a Pure One named Baryk. Feathers are usually smudged with ashes and soot due to her smithing. Her talons are burned and mangled from catching coals, though she is very beautiful and an elegant flier. She is capable of firesight and can read fragments of the truth within a fire.
Personality: Loyal and forgiving, yet shy. She will follow anyone she trusts to hagsmire and back. She is a good warrior and is skilled in flying and fighting with the various battle claws she has forged in Silverveil. Upon arriving at the Great Tree after leaving her forge in Silverveil, she was tapped in the Colliering chaw and is currently attending her chaw - hoping to one day advance to a Guardian or ryb.
Strengths: Colliering, flying, smithing, fighting (with battle claws), firesight, knows her way around Silverveil and the Northern Kingdoms, speaks a little Krakish)
Weaknesses: flying and fighting with large weapons (ie. swords, etc) terrified of the High-Tyto named Thalia, dislikes returning to Ambala where her parents were murdered.
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History: Prue was hatched and raised in Ambala - her parents had continued to teach her and guide her through the various ceremonies that marked an owlet's growth and progress. After completing a successful First Flight ceremony, her parents had decided to take her with them as they hunted to show her the procedure and tactics of catching rodents as well as a strong lecture about how to be humane while killing. Her mother laid another egg that was to be Prue's sibling.
Prue and her parents were ambushed by Thalia and a group of strong Pure Ones in their hollow. Prue's parents refused all offers to join them as Pure Ones, and as consequence, they were brutally murdered by Thalia herself. Within the few moments that her parents had spared her, Prue had hurriedly hidden the egg. Tearing a strip of bark from her tree, she managed to scribble a brief note explaining her predicament and where her brother was hidden in hopes that a family friend would find him and raise him as their own. Thalia then turned to Prue, "Now, young'un, what's your name?"
"P-Prue, my name is Prue." she had stuttered. "Now, now. Be strong. Tytos are pure, we are higher than any other owl species. Come with me, come with us. Be a Pure One."
Prue had no other choice.
* * *
Many moons had passed since Prue had found a new home at the Pure One's fortress, she had even befriended a particularly interesting Brazilian barn owl named Loki over time; the two were as thick as thieves and as she grew older, her cheeks would flush a brilliant crimson hue every time he drew near. She had steadily grown accustom to the Pure One's peculiar ways. She was taught the different levels of purity among the Tytos, they were constantly reminding her that she was superior to all other species. She was taught how to kill larger animals, including other owls if necessary. She had progressed through the various Pure One's ceremonies - Thalia had told her that tomorrow would bring a new surprise ceremony, so she would need her rest. But today, Prue couldn't shake a foreboding feeling, as if this ceremony would be unlike any other. A soft rapping on the rocky wall outside of her chamber signaled that someone was outside. "Come in." Prue called. Thalia made her way in, a frown crossed her beak. "I came to check and make sure you were resting, it's the middle of the day, young'un." she said in mock disapproval. "Tell me, why are you awake at this hour?" Prue fumbled for the right words to describe her uneasy feeling, but she decided it would be best to keep them a secret. "I - I wasn't tired. I'm very excited for tomorrow, I can't wait to take another step towards becoming a full-fledged Pure One, like you!" Prue exclaimed, trying to cover the false emotions within her words. Thalia churred, "I am most proud of your progress, you will make a strong and cunning Tyto, I am sure of it." Thalia turned towards the exit, she paused to speak before she left. "Prue?" she murmured. "Yes, ma'am?" Prue's voice wavered with fear. "I know you won't let me down. Will you, Prue?" Thalia whispered with an air of uncertainty in her voice. "Yes, ma'am." Prue nodded, an then added for emphasis, "We are Tytos, we are Pure Ones." Thalia smiled with assurance and left the young owl in her chambers. Prue closed her eyes, sheilding the terrified owlet from the world outside.
The following night brought a wave of dread to her gizzard as she prepared for her final trial. Prue was not aware of what she would face, yet she felt in her gizzard that this night would alter her life forever.
* * *
"Prue, the time has come for your final initiation. When completed, you shall be a full-fledged Pure One." Thalia stated. "Yes, Thalia. What shall I do?" Prue nodded respectfully. "I would like you... to kill your brother." Prue stared in horror, her gizzard plummeted to the stony ground. "H-he is still alive?" Prue stammered. Thalia nodded. "Oh yes," she said airily.
"But not for long."
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IC:
A flame licked Prue's face as she stared into the 'gizzard' of the flame, the vibrant green that emanated from deep within the fire. Prue had been born with the gift of firesight; she could detect fragments of reality within the fire. Her connection to firesight was what had inspired her to become a Rogue Smith many moons ago. A figure began to form within the flames; as Prue peered farther into the flames, it began to grow clear and the shapes were more defined - it was the silhouette of an owl, she recognized it to be a barn owl like herself. It was slowly approaching a light that was flickering from behind a dense bush. "Hello," a voice toned from behind her. Prue wilfed to half her size. It was a voice so cold and heartless it could make a grown owl go yeep in flight.
Turning to face the voice, a Barn Owl came into view. His eyes burned with the intensity of a bonk coal, his talons were armed with battle claws - this owl had obviously seen many a harsh battle, for his face was decorated with scars and his wings fell ragged at his sides. "May I ask your business at my forge?" The owl advanced on her, flashing a menacing smile from the corner of his beak. "I'm Baryk, server to the High Tyto and the General Ma'am." he explained, and heaving a respired sigh, turned sharply towards Prue. "Such a pity, a beautiful and agile Barn Owl like yourself not serving a higher purpose. The Pure Ones would honor your skills -" Prue backed away. "No! I would rather go to Hagsmire than serve you owls!" she hissed and in a single action, brought herself to a defensive position. The Pure One narrowed his eyes and churred as he extended his battle-clawed talons and began to advance.
"A turnfeather of Tytos! You shall be punished for your insolence!" In a downward slash, he caught the flesh on her wing, a steady tear rippled down her port wing; a searing pain engulfed her wing. He rose to the air with a few powerful wing beats, lunging at her. In a frantic attempt to protect herself, she grabbed a long metal poker and thrust it towards him. A gasp escaped the Pure Ones beak as the smoldering point of the poker plunged into his chest. Slumping in a lifeless manner, the Pure Ones eyes dimmed. She pushed the weight of the body off of her and slowly removed the poker from beneath his bloodied feathers.
She wasn't safe in Silverveil anymore, she knew they would come back with fresh attempts to recruit her. With a new sense of determination, Prue hastily gathered her smithing tools and items and snuffed out her forge's fire.
She flew into the night, a journey to the Great Tree ahead. She had been flying for a couple of hours over the lush forest of Silverveil, estimating that she had approximately two - three hours before daybreak. A chorus of raucous laughter roared from a tree below - genuinely intrigued by the cause of this noise, Prue banked downward, preparing to land.
She landed on a clearing just outside of the tree. It was now evident to Prue that this was a Grog tree, she had never been to one before, though she heard they were excellent sources of information if you could pry it from the beak of a tipsy owl.
Inside, owls of all shapes and sizes were celebrating - a Great Horned Owl held a mug of binglejuice in his talons, in which he was heartily partaking. A Boreal Owl that seemed to be moderately sober was perched on a thick root, watching as a female Barred Owl decorated with various crow feathers that were tucked beneath her plumage belted out a song of her past and ensued to dance a strange mid-flight jig. Prue found a perch just beside the Boreal, whom turned to her and gave her a kind smile. "Welcome to a Grog Tree, I assume it's your first visit to one." he greeted.
Prue gave a shy nod and began to watch the Barred Owl dance. "What is she doing?" Prue asked in a bewildered tone. The Boreal churred to himself. "She's a gadfeather, you've ever heard of one?" Prue seemed to recall hearing of gadfeathers before, so she replied with a soft 'yes'. They watched in silence, the beautiful melodies that the Barred Owl sung mingled with the chattering and gleeking of the other owls in the room. "I don't mean to be nosy, but may I ask where you come from?" Prue swallowed hard, she didn't want to explain that she was a former Pure One, so she stuck to her more recent affairs.
"I'm a Rogue Smith, I fly between Silverveil and the Northern Kingdoms - I've picked up a little Krakish from there." The Boreal seemed delighted. "The Northern Kingdoms, you say? Ah, to feel the Katabats toss my feathers once more - I used to live there, you see. Krakish is my main language." he explained. He began to tell tales of his childhood in fragmented Krakish, so that Prue could understand. The gadfeather had just completed a very beautiful song about her lonely life, which brought a round of applause and a roar of approval from the crowd - a particularly tipsy Great Gray bellowed for an encore. The Barred Owl curtsied and explained that she was going to take a small break. She flew to a long, mangled root at the very top of the tavern and began to place the crow feathers in a new order to suit her liking. Prue peered out of the entrance, surprised to find that the night had significantly lightened during her time in the grog tree.
She could waste time no longer, so she politely bid the Boreal farewell and excused herself from the tree. She had about another hour before daybreak, rising into flight - she continued on her path. Roughly and hour had passed before the first drops of color leaked onto the horizon, escorting the golden glow of sunlight into the sky. Prue began to look for a suitable hollow, finally deciding on a spacious hollow in a Cedar. As she shut her eyes and fell into a light sleep, a dream began to form.
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Codeword: Starred out by Ayama
Species: Barn Owl
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: Female
Kingdom: Great Tree (Silverveil in the beginning)
Position: Rogue Smith/ Guardian
Description: Sleek, white feathers with beige tips and light beige speckles clouding the white. Black eyes and a soft brown/yellow beak. Straight scar running down port wing from fight with a Pure One named Baryk. Feathers are usually smudged with ashes and soot due to her smithing. Her talons are burned and mangled from catching coals, though she is very beautiful and an elegant flier. She is capable of firesight and can read fragments of the truth within a fire.
Personality: Loyal and forgiving, yet shy. She will follow anyone she trusts to hagsmire and back. She is a good warrior and is skilled in flying and fighting with the various battle claws she has forged in Silverveil. Upon arriving at the Great Tree after leaving her forge in Silverveil, she was tapped in the Colliering chaw and is currently attending her chaw - hoping to one day advance to a Guardian or ryb.
Strengths: Colliering, flying, smithing, fighting (with battle claws), firesight, knows her way around Silverveil and the Northern Kingdoms, speaks a little Krakish)
Weaknesses: flying and fighting with large weapons (ie. swords, etc) terrified of the High-Tyto named Thalia, dislikes returning to Ambala where her parents were murdered.
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History: Prue was hatched and raised in Ambala - her parents had continued to teach her and guide her through the various ceremonies that marked an owlet's growth and progress. After completing a successful First Flight ceremony, her parents had decided to take her with them as they hunted to show her the procedure and tactics of catching rodents as well as a strong lecture about how to be humane while killing. Her mother laid another egg that was to be Prue's sibling.
Prue and her parents were ambushed by Thalia and a group of strong Pure Ones in their hollow. Prue's parents refused all offers to join them as Pure Ones, and as consequence, they were brutally murdered by Thalia herself. Within the few moments that her parents had spared her, Prue had hurriedly hidden the egg. Tearing a strip of bark from her tree, she managed to scribble a brief note explaining her predicament and where her brother was hidden in hopes that a family friend would find him and raise him as their own. Thalia then turned to Prue, "Now, young'un, what's your name?"
"P-Prue, my name is Prue." she had stuttered. "Now, now. Be strong. Tytos are pure, we are higher than any other owl species. Come with me, come with us. Be a Pure One."
Prue had no other choice.
* * *
Many moons had passed since Prue had found a new home at the Pure One's fortress, she had even befriended a particularly interesting Brazilian barn owl named Loki over time; the two were as thick as thieves and as she grew older, her cheeks would flush a brilliant crimson hue every time he drew near. She had steadily grown accustom to the Pure One's peculiar ways. She was taught the different levels of purity among the Tytos, they were constantly reminding her that she was superior to all other species. She was taught how to kill larger animals, including other owls if necessary. She had progressed through the various Pure One's ceremonies - Thalia had told her that tomorrow would bring a new surprise ceremony, so she would need her rest. But today, Prue couldn't shake a foreboding feeling, as if this ceremony would be unlike any other. A soft rapping on the rocky wall outside of her chamber signaled that someone was outside. "Come in." Prue called. Thalia made her way in, a frown crossed her beak. "I came to check and make sure you were resting, it's the middle of the day, young'un." she said in mock disapproval. "Tell me, why are you awake at this hour?" Prue fumbled for the right words to describe her uneasy feeling, but she decided it would be best to keep them a secret. "I - I wasn't tired. I'm very excited for tomorrow, I can't wait to take another step towards becoming a full-fledged Pure One, like you!" Prue exclaimed, trying to cover the false emotions within her words. Thalia churred, "I am most proud of your progress, you will make a strong and cunning Tyto, I am sure of it." Thalia turned towards the exit, she paused to speak before she left. "Prue?" she murmured. "Yes, ma'am?" Prue's voice wavered with fear. "I know you won't let me down. Will you, Prue?" Thalia whispered with an air of uncertainty in her voice. "Yes, ma'am." Prue nodded, an then added for emphasis, "We are Tytos, we are Pure Ones." Thalia smiled with assurance and left the young owl in her chambers. Prue closed her eyes, sheilding the terrified owlet from the world outside.
The following night brought a wave of dread to her gizzard as she prepared for her final trial. Prue was not aware of what she would face, yet she felt in her gizzard that this night would alter her life forever.
* * *
"Prue, the time has come for your final initiation. When completed, you shall be a full-fledged Pure One." Thalia stated. "Yes, Thalia. What shall I do?" Prue nodded respectfully. "I would like you... to kill your brother." Prue stared in horror, her gizzard plummeted to the stony ground. "H-he is still alive?" Prue stammered. Thalia nodded. "Oh yes," she said airily.
"But not for long."
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IC:
A flame licked Prue's face as she stared into the 'gizzard' of the flame, the vibrant green that emanated from deep within the fire. Prue had been born with the gift of firesight; she could detect fragments of reality within the fire. Her connection to firesight was what had inspired her to become a Rogue Smith many moons ago. A figure began to form within the flames; as Prue peered farther into the flames, it began to grow clear and the shapes were more defined - it was the silhouette of an owl, she recognized it to be a barn owl like herself. It was slowly approaching a light that was flickering from behind a dense bush. "Hello," a voice toned from behind her. Prue wilfed to half her size. It was a voice so cold and heartless it could make a grown owl go yeep in flight.
Turning to face the voice, a Barn Owl came into view. His eyes burned with the intensity of a bonk coal, his talons were armed with battle claws - this owl had obviously seen many a harsh battle, for his face was decorated with scars and his wings fell ragged at his sides. "May I ask your business at my forge?" The owl advanced on her, flashing a menacing smile from the corner of his beak. "I'm Baryk, server to the High Tyto and the General Ma'am." he explained, and heaving a respired sigh, turned sharply towards Prue. "Such a pity, a beautiful and agile Barn Owl like yourself not serving a higher purpose. The Pure Ones would honor your skills -" Prue backed away. "No! I would rather go to Hagsmire than serve you owls!" she hissed and in a single action, brought herself to a defensive position. The Pure One narrowed his eyes and churred as he extended his battle-clawed talons and began to advance.
"A turnfeather of Tytos! You shall be punished for your insolence!" In a downward slash, he caught the flesh on her wing, a steady tear rippled down her port wing; a searing pain engulfed her wing. He rose to the air with a few powerful wing beats, lunging at her. In a frantic attempt to protect herself, she grabbed a long metal poker and thrust it towards him. A gasp escaped the Pure Ones beak as the smoldering point of the poker plunged into his chest. Slumping in a lifeless manner, the Pure Ones eyes dimmed. She pushed the weight of the body off of her and slowly removed the poker from beneath his bloodied feathers.
She wasn't safe in Silverveil anymore, she knew they would come back with fresh attempts to recruit her. With a new sense of determination, Prue hastily gathered her smithing tools and items and snuffed out her forge's fire.
She flew into the night, a journey to the Great Tree ahead. She had been flying for a couple of hours over the lush forest of Silverveil, estimating that she had approximately two - three hours before daybreak. A chorus of raucous laughter roared from a tree below - genuinely intrigued by the cause of this noise, Prue banked downward, preparing to land.
She landed on a clearing just outside of the tree. It was now evident to Prue that this was a Grog tree, she had never been to one before, though she heard they were excellent sources of information if you could pry it from the beak of a tipsy owl.
Inside, owls of all shapes and sizes were celebrating - a Great Horned Owl held a mug of binglejuice in his talons, in which he was heartily partaking. A Boreal Owl that seemed to be moderately sober was perched on a thick root, watching as a female Barred Owl decorated with various crow feathers that were tucked beneath her plumage belted out a song of her past and ensued to dance a strange mid-flight jig. Prue found a perch just beside the Boreal, whom turned to her and gave her a kind smile. "Welcome to a Grog Tree, I assume it's your first visit to one." he greeted.
Prue gave a shy nod and began to watch the Barred Owl dance. "What is she doing?" Prue asked in a bewildered tone. The Boreal churred to himself. "She's a gadfeather, you've ever heard of one?" Prue seemed to recall hearing of gadfeathers before, so she replied with a soft 'yes'. They watched in silence, the beautiful melodies that the Barred Owl sung mingled with the chattering and gleeking of the other owls in the room. "I don't mean to be nosy, but may I ask where you come from?" Prue swallowed hard, she didn't want to explain that she was a former Pure One, so she stuck to her more recent affairs.
"I'm a Rogue Smith, I fly between Silverveil and the Northern Kingdoms - I've picked up a little Krakish from there." The Boreal seemed delighted. "The Northern Kingdoms, you say? Ah, to feel the Katabats toss my feathers once more - I used to live there, you see. Krakish is my main language." he explained. He began to tell tales of his childhood in fragmented Krakish, so that Prue could understand. The gadfeather had just completed a very beautiful song about her lonely life, which brought a round of applause and a roar of approval from the crowd - a particularly tipsy Great Gray bellowed for an encore. The Barred Owl curtsied and explained that she was going to take a small break. She flew to a long, mangled root at the very top of the tavern and began to place the crow feathers in a new order to suit her liking. Prue peered out of the entrance, surprised to find that the night had significantly lightened during her time in the grog tree.
She could waste time no longer, so she politely bid the Boreal farewell and excused herself from the tree. She had about another hour before daybreak, rising into flight - she continued on her path. Roughly and hour had passed before the first drops of color leaked onto the horizon, escorting the golden glow of sunlight into the sky. Prue began to look for a suitable hollow, finally deciding on a spacious hollow in a Cedar. As she shut her eyes and fell into a light sleep, a dream began to form.
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Codeword: Starred out by Ayama
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