On my way...

[nevar]

Nevar
The wind was easy this day, Nevar's muscles churning as his wings flapped, talons tucked into the feathers on his belly; eerie amber optics scanning the land below as he flew overhead. The volcanos bubbled, threatening to erupt once more, much of the timber and foliage coated in ash or completely destroyed from the heat of the magma; feathered appendages swung downward with a violent thrust, skull upturned, thickly fringed body shooting higher into the sky. The feeling of flight, the seemingly weightless affect it has on you, till you're spiraling downward at speeds upward of fifty miles per hour; Nevar found it freeing, he couldn't imagine being without it. Updrafts lifted him, wings spread as he glided, he needed not to strain himself by propelling forward when the wind would carry him ever so graciously to his desired destination; The Great Ga'Hoole Tree. The sun peaked over the canyon, a huff from Nevar's small nostrils disrupted the silence of the morning, wind whistling through his pasty feathers as wings out-stretched. Talons opened, preparing themselves, humerus slowing his momentum; claws gripping a limb as he halted. Perched on the arm of a pine, Nevar watched the sun rise, this looked like a neat place to stay; his mind curious as to whether there was anyone here. A screech fled his beak, golden sapphires overseeing the land for even the slightest of movements.

Words: 232
Muse: Different... Not use to rping owls.
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[elisabeth]

Guinevere flapped frivolously, her strength was waning. After flying all night, she was ready to find a place to roost as daylight quickly approached.
She reached the edge of a mountain range, she saw volcanoes hissing and bubbling beneath her, canyons spread below her as far as her keen eyes could see.
Ash covered foliage seemed unpleasant for roost, it was then that she laid her eyes upon the great snowy beast perched in a pine, a large boulder blocked the tree from the scorching breeze rolling off the volcanoes that dotted the horizon.
She circled the tree, calculating the tree and the owl in it, wondering whether he may be friend or foe, she closed her eyes momentarily, taking in his scent from yards above.
Deciding she would test her chances, Guinevere rotated her wingtips slightly, each circle around the tree bringing her lower and lower, and finally, she stretched her talons before her, bracing herself for landing.
She came to rest about three wing lengths away from the bird who appeared to be drifting off to sleep. It felt good to rest her wings. She cooed to him softly,
"hello sir, my name is Guinevere, I am a Tyto novaehollandiae, of heavily forested lands, three days flight from here. What brings you to these parts? What is your name?"
Guinevere found herself growing uneasy as the seconds slipped by and the owl said nothing, but she sat motionless, her orbs fixed upon his snowy plumage, waiting for an answer. In the back of her mind she hoped she had found herself new companion.

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Muse:Rushed!

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Claudius
Claudius tilted his beak to the rising moon; a sliver piercing the night sky. He shifted his wings and veered away from a splatter of molten lava that spewed forth from a volcano. He felt its warmth embrace his feathers gently. His earslits perked ever so slightly at the faint sound of a branch rustling; his eyes snapped towards the pine tree from whence the noise came.

Two owls had recently lighted down on this tree, as he could see a few branches waver beneath their weight. The fish owl swerved from his usual flight path that circled around the canyons of St. Aggies', where he would search for new recruits. Claudius glided towards the cluster of pine trees and lit down on a thick branch.

He breathed deeply as he acknowledged the two owls, he was quite clever and was often skilled at determining the attributes of an owl simply by examining them. A large Snowy owl perched before him, he appeared to be quite a strong bird. The other was a Masked owl, she appeared exhausted, most likely from a long period of difficult flight.She seemed kind hearted, judging from her hopeful smile. He narrowed his eyes slightly; he knew that the majority of Tyto owls were not to be trusted as they could very well belong to the Pure Ones.

"Good day. I apologize for interrupting the two of you, but I was wondering where you may be heading."

[nevar]

Nevar
Neck oscillated his small profile, brilliant pools surveyed the effeminate bird of night. She was quite alluring, her face masked, melodic tone, with the slightest touch of annoyance in her stance. He hadn't even noticed her land beside him till her words made ivory flaps expand and contract to listen to her lyrics carefully. Beak parting as his vocal cords tightened and released, "My name is Nevar, a snowy owl, from Beyond the Beyonds. It has been many days flight from here, but I am only maybe half of the way through my journey. I am on my way to the... Island of Hoole." Hesitation broke up his flowing colloquy, he'd heard of the Pure ones and that most were of the Tyto species, heart beating against his chest; but his exterior stayed cool and collected. A virile bird flew up next, this one he saw approach, feathers ruffling to bring him down on a limb in front of Nevar's velutinous bodice; Nevar's knowledge of owl species told him that his owl was a fish owl; large eyebrow like feathers stuck out far over each aureate portal. "Hello sir. As I was telling the lass I am heading to the Island of Hoole. I wish to become a guardian. Do you mind telling me where abouts I am sir? My name is Nevar, may I know yours?" He was polite, wondering what this owl's story was, what had brought him to this place. Keen globes peered at the land, canyons and hills scattered about the terrain, could it be St. Aegolius? His Exhaustion turned to energy at the thought, if it was so St. Aegolius, he was ready to leave; to be on his way to the Island on Hoole.

Words: 290
Muse:
Other: finished!

[elisabeth]

Relieved at the Snow-Owl’s reply, she relaxed a little. Finally allowing her wings to fall into a comfortable resting position. She thought for a moment about his words, she’d heard something in her hatch-ling days of the Island of Hoole, a place where brave owls may go, in hopes of gaining notoriety, protecting their values. However, speak of the island made the masked owl remember what she was searching for here.
The Snowy Owl’s hesitation made her wonder whether he suspected her destination and purpose.
She had opened her beak, and barely taken a breath to speak when a rather weathered looking old fish owl lighted on a nearby branch. She huffed her breath out, again, ruffling her feathers, waiting for this large-browed creature to verbalize. Guinevere could tell he was uneasy. When his pools narrowed she huffed again, this owl was obviously suspicious of her, but why? Did all owls make the assumption that being a tyto made her untrustworthy?
Regardless of her companions’ suspicions, she was happy to have their company. The last owl who had acknowledged her was her dying mate. His labored breathing and gasps for breath rang in her ears. His bloody feathers and broken body burned into the backs of her eyelids, she couldn't escape it. In the back of her mind, Guinevere hoped the two would continue to talk until she could drift into a heavy slumber for the day.
She cocked her head as lyrics escaped the fish owls beak, listening intently. She was silent when he finished, for it was Nevar that replied first.
In the silence after Nevar’s words, Guinevere found her place to reply, she cleared her throat, choosing carefully her words before speaking.
“It is a pleasure making your acquaintance Nevar. I wish you luck in your search for Hoole, I’d heard stories of the island and its owls as a hatchling, but I thought it was a mythical place.” She paused, thinking before turning her attention to the newest arrival,
“Your interruption is no problem, it’s nice to hear the voices of other owls. I am Guinevere, I come from a forest, nearly three days flight from here, though I do believe my destination isn’t far.”
She turned her body toward him, trying to look as inviting and harmless as possible so as not to evoke aggression with what she was about to tell them, it was common knowledge that The Pure Ones had many enemies, and with these owls not being tytos, it was a good possibility they may have an adverse reaction to her intention.
“I am in search of St. Aegolius academy, I aim to meet the High Tyto and his mate, to find out if there is a place for me here.”
She paused, trying to gauge a reaction before finishing…
“Don’t worry though, I am not intolerant of other species, as I’ve heard many pure ones are; my father’s closest friend was a Bubo, a Great Horned Owl, I believe.”
At this point she realized she was babbling, deciding then to close her beak and take whatever was about to come. She looked back and forth between the two apprehensively, while trying her best to appear calm.
Suddenly Guinevere’s nerves got the better of her, she squinted her eyes and muttered “excuse me for a moment” before turning around on her branch and yarping up a rather unsightly pellet of rabbit fur and bones. It hit the ground below a few seconds later with a muffled *splat/thud*. Guinevere wiped her beak on the tree before turning back to her comrades and shrinking meekly towards the tree’s trunk.
Her talons quivered against the bark in anticipation of their reactions.

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Muse: its here, though it sort of babbles

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[Gabjas]

Claudius
One of Claudius' tuft twitched ever so slightly with mild disgust as the young female turned to yarp; he knew she could not help it and therefore did not hold it against her but he found the sound abhorring. She said she was searching for a High Tyto, she most likely sought out the Pure Ones' headquarters. Claude believed it could be found somewhere along these vast canyons. The very thought of the powerful organization brought a tremor to his spine and he wilfed a little. They were certainly well-disciplined.

He rued the thought of giving a potential member of St. Aggies' directions to an enemy, but he could see a kindness inside her. She held no prejudice as the Pure Ones did. Not yet at least. He could also see an evident sadness, something tragic had occurred in this owl's lifetime, he was sure. "I believe my dear, that you are on the right track." Claudius replied. "I do not know the exact whereabouts of the Pure Ones but I do know that they are somewhat near. I apologize for my uncertainty."

He turned to the Snowy now with a slight grin; the Fish owl recalled this one desired to fly to the Great Tree. He felt a tad of bile rise in his throat at the thought of those owls. He could not let a Snowy with such potential go to waste; Claudius having a personal philosophy that though the owls of Ga'Hoole had once been noble and quite admirable, now they were useless. All they did was seek refuge in that stupid magical tree and learn skills they might never use. "Great Ga'Hoole Tree, you say?" Claudius said with fake notes of shock.

"This here is the St. Aegolious Canyons; tell me Nevar, have you ever heard of St. Aggies'?" Claudius said kindly. The Fish owl was eager to introduce him to it. He ruffled his feathers and awaited a response.

[nevar]

Nevar
Feathers fluffed as the feminine Tyto spoke, a pleased gleam entering his orbs as she mentioned the Island of Hoole, the place of his dreams and the destination he would soon reach; determination filling his cardiac muscle and left him almost ready to set forth on his journey once more. Aud holes deciphered her words as she spoke to the tawny fish owl, she was tolerant of other species, which was a plus for him; though it still left him feeling unsettled that she wished to meet the High Tyto. She wanted to become one of them, to be a Pure One, to become intolerant of any species but the Tyto. The sound of the delicate night bird yarping up a pellet had has stomach churning, he hadn't eaten in a few days, his travels consuming a majority of his time; which he had no intentions of wasting. Though here he perched, conversing with a pair of owls when he should be resting, shutters moistening amber pools; lids barely staying open. Beak of the fish owl parted, an almost snide comment rising from his throat, "Yes sir, The Great Ga'Hoole tree. And why yes sir, I've heard of St. Aegolius; owls are moon blinked and you bow to the pure ones." The words came out more angered than he intended, tone acid to the flaps; though inwardly shocked, profile remained cool and collected.

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Muse:
Other: Finished!

[nevar]

*Bump*

[elisabeth]

Whence her composure was regained, Guinevere notice the two make owls looking slightly disgusted. She was only slightly embarrassed. The opinions of owls she didn't know were not important to this Tyto. Her mention of the Pure ones seemed to make the fish-owl uncomfortable, while the snowy seemed un-phased, and almost relaxed when Guinevere finished speaking.

As the fish-owl began to speak, Guinevere cocked her head, gaining a better volume from the creatures words. When he'd finished she narrowed her eyes, she felt unsure of his honesty. "Well, thank you for your help i suppose, if anything sparks your memory, do be sure to let me know" If she were close and this owl was from here, she felt he must have some clue. Against her better judgement, Guinevere let the conversation fall. She ruffled her feathers, turning her head in the other direction. What would she do now? She had traveled for days, her gizzard brought her here, but there were no tytos in sight, only one brain-washed fish-owl and a snowy owl trying to be a hero.

At the sound of the fish-owl speaking, Guinevere whipped her head back around to the conversation. St. Aegolious? what was the place of which he spoke. She let out a low trill, showing interest in what the creatures had to say.

She felt pleased to hear the disgust in the snowy's voice at the mention of St.Aegolius; though she knew nothing of it, the fish owl had been vague and somewhat rude when Guinevere had asked about the pure ones, it felt good to see the great snowy dish it back, whether he knew she was pleased or not didn't matter, Guinevere felt the odds were even here. Though she had gained no allies she also felt there were no enemies here.

She saw the snowy owl beginning to drift off; seeing this as her opportunity, Guinevere told the other owls goodnight and flew to the highest branches of the tree. Tucking her head beneath her wing, Guinevere allowed herself to drift off to sleep, just as the sun began to breach the horizon.

words: 366
Muse: tired

[Gabjas]

Claudius
Claude raised a tufted eyebrow at her demonstration of interest in St. Aggies', it was not often these days that he encountered an owl that had not heard of their legion. "St. Aegolius is a home that welcomes all orphaned owlets, we care for them. " he chimed, well aware that he had told a tale far from the whole truth. "We assign them small tasks in return, tiny little chores that help keep St. Aggies' running smoothly."

He nodded and his head swiveled to face the Snowy owl that perched on the branch opposite from him. The Fish owl's eye twitched ever so slightly in irritation as Nevar spoke.

"Well," Claudius said haughtily. "Many years have passed since our.. minor defeat. The Pure One no longer reign over us." the Fish owl clucked his tongue against the roof of his beak. "Do you know why we moonblink the owlets, Nevar?"