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Post by spice on Mar 13, 2013 8:28:34 GMT -6
Dianthe flew silently towards the edge of her forge, her powerful wings beating against the air thermals. Within her scarred talons, she held a copper bucket filled with brightly glowing coals. The currents from beneath her wings kept the coals glowing brightly in the fading moonlight. Dianthe had been out all night, searching for forest fires and coals for her forge. Her mottled feathers glowed slightly in the moonlight, the bright burnt orange-red colour the same shade as the coals. She swooped into the cave, the coals penetrating the darkness. Her pupils expanded to clear the shadows, revealing her forge the same as before. There had been no unwanted visitors. She set the coals down in the fire pit she had dug out for her fire and covered them with smouldering wood from the previous forge fire. The ashes would keep the coals hot underneath their sooty blanket. She finished covering the coals and flew up to her perch, a stone shelf high in her cave. She settled her head and tucked it under her wing, then slowly drifted off to sleep... Dianthe's Forge: Attachments:
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 13, 2013 8:39:11 GMT -6
Prue tilted her head to the sky, gauging the length the moon had descended since she had last checked, night would soon come to a close as the full moon climbed from its perch in the heavens. The barn owl shifted her feathers and immediately veered off with a slight breeze. Smoke. She could see the smokes rise in plumes below her and the stench of ash and soot tickled her nostrils.
Curious of what nestled below, Prue folded her wings and plummeted to the ground below, the trees seemed to rush towards her as she fell in an attempt to grab her from the air, but she spread her wings and landed gently on one of the sturdy limbs of an oak. With a delighted churr, the sensation of flight fresh in her mind, she glided from her perch towards the familiar glow of coals that shone from beyond the trees.
An owl, a barn owl like herself with the distinctive ash smudges of a smith, carried a bucket fashioned out of metal in which were a few beautiful coals emenating their piercing light. She slowly approached the owl, trying not to startle her.
"Hello." she said in a meek voice.
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Post by spice on Mar 13, 2013 20:48:11 GMT -6
Dianthe's head swivelled around to face the mysterious voice. She saw a Barn Owl, like herself, flying softly towards her. She turned, holding the bucket of coals in her scarred talons. Her distinctive burnt orange-red colour feathers ruffled slightly in the breeze, seeming to cause an illusion of sparks dancing across her body.
"Hello," she called, her voice confident and loud. "Are you here to place an order?" she asked inquiringly. "I just collected some fresh coals." she called, indicating the coals in the bucket.
Dianthe's powerful wings beat up and down, holding her in place among the swirling and rising air thermals. Her large dark eyes peered at the other owl, taking in the other Barn Owl's appearance.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 13, 2013 20:54:43 GMT -6
Prue shook her head slightly and churred. "I am afraid not, I was only curious to find whom was living here. I am somewhat of a smith myself, you see." she raised one of her own mangled and charred talons with a quirky smile.
"My name is Prue." she stated as she swiveled her head to absorb her surroundings; it was a very beautiful area that they were in, with a cave-like formation and a murmuring stream running past them that seemed to whisper to her.
"And you?"
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Post by spice on Mar 14, 2013 7:37:35 GMT -6
Dianthe nodded a greeting, with a slight churr. "In that case, welcome to my forge! I'm Dianthe, a smith like yourself." she said. Her wings were growing weary, as she had been out all night, searching for coals.
"Would you like to come in?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly. A breeze whispered through the trees, its soft presence leaving a cold bite. "I had a fire going, but not one for smithing. The coals were dying, so I had to get more."
Dianthe's mind drifted to her forge, where the fire's heat would be warm and comforting.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 14, 2013 8:06:14 GMT -6
Prue shuddered as the breeze glanced her feathers, sending a chill that tingled up through her vertabrae. "Certainly, and thank you very much." she thanked as she followed the owl into the forge.
In the centre of the damp cave lay a dying fire, its coals gasped for breath beneath the blankets of ashes that had once been various types of kindling, "I don't believe I caught your name, if you don't mind me asking." she could feel the faint warm glow of the dimming coals greet her as she settled herself down on the ground.
This place reminded her of her urge to read the flames once more and uncover what secrets they might hold; if she were to do this then she would have to wait for her companion to fall alseep.
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Post by spice on Mar 14, 2013 20:34:37 GMT -6
Dianthe flew into the cave, her powerful wings guiding her smoothly through the air. Instead of proceeding to the dying fire on the bottom level of the cave, she began to fly higher up. "Follow me please, that isn't the real forge fire. It is rather warmer up here." she churred as she climbed higher into the air. On the second level of the cave, there was a rocky shelf almost as wide as the ground floor, with a small entry hole in the dark corner near the back. Dianthe flew through, carrying her bucket of coals. The coals whispered to her, but she ignored them, mentally promising them that she would read them later. She flew over to a second fire in the center of the second level and set down her bucket gently. She moved the coals from the bucket into the fire, re-kindling the dying flames. She felt a swoop within her heart as the coals sang to her, but she dampened the urge. Her companion may not have known about the power the coals held. "My name's Dianthe," she said, turning back to face her companion. She motioned to a stone ledge near the edge of the level. "Please, do sit and stay awhile. I haven't had another smith come by these parts for ages. Now, what brings you to these parts?"Attachments:
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Post by spice on Mar 14, 2013 20:36:53 GMT -6
(Dianthe's forge consists of five levels. There is the ground floor where guests initially enter, then a second floor with an entryway hidden mostly by moss in the corner of the ceiling. The third level's entrance is right above the second levels entrance, and the fourth level's entrance is on the other end of the level roof.)
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 14, 2013 20:59:15 GMT -6
Prue spread her wings and followed the barn owl, curiously glancing around as they came into a separate section of the cavern through an entrance she had not noticed when she had first entered.
She nestled down in a corner of the damp cave where a patch of moss had begun to grow and watched intently as Dianthe, as she had introduced herself, transferred the coals from the bucket to the dying fire which was immediately replenished.
Prue could feel the coals murmur to her and her gizzard yearned to reply, but she managed to suppress the urge. "Thank you for your hospitality." she said with a slight yawn. "Well, I am from the Great Tree. But I am a traveller at heart, so I decided to take a short flight out to these woods."
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Post by spice on Mar 14, 2013 21:17:11 GMT -6
Dianthe stirred the coals over again, then turned to Prue. "You're a Guardian hmm? Tell me, how are things at the Tree currently?" she asked. She extended her wings, giving a light flap to get the coals going. The coals sprang to life, their magic flaring up brightly.
(Btw, if you want to know more about Dianthe's Forge, check out the post)
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 15, 2013 7:12:23 GMT -6
Prue shrugged her shoulder slightly, watching a few burning flakes of ash drift down from the fire. "Everything has seemed fine for the past few moons..." Prue began, her chest heaving with a sigh.
"But a couple nights ago I overheard a conversation from the snake where the Parliament members and our King and Queen dine; I tried not to listen in, but before I could stop myself I was straining my earslits to hear. I am not usually one to eavesdrop, but what they said..."
Prue shook her head and stared vacantly into the flames. "They were speaking o wars and 'our greatest enemy yet' as one of the rybs had put it. I have reason to believe that something is happening that would put all owl life in danger."
(OOC: Is this a foreshadowing of a certain Roleplaying Event? *shifty eyes* Maaaaaybe.)
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Post by spice on Mar 16, 2013 15:47:05 GMT -6
Dianthe nodded her head slowly, taking in what she had heard. "I have had some customers who have said similar things. I wonder what this could possibly mean?" Dianthe said.
Dianthe turned to face Prue head on. "Do the Guardians need any help? I am an able fighter and I could provide with some weapons."
Dianthe shook out her feathers, then started to rise from her perch. "If you could follow me, I have something to show you. You are a true Guardian, and this is only for the pure of heart." she murmured.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 18, 2013 8:39:41 GMT -6
Prue listened intently to Dianthe. "All help is certainly welcomed." came a short reply. Her voice had faltered at the end, for at that moment the Barn owl was consumed by the uncomforting sense that she was being watched.
Eager to escape the peculiar sensation that caused her feathers to prickle and her gizzard plummet, Prue stood from where she was perched and followed Dianthe. What could it be? She thought curiously to herself. She had said it was only for the pure of heart.
Prue immediately wilfed, feeling the eyes staring at her. Someone or something was watching her. Their eyes pierced into her soul. She swiveled her head, peering into he shadows behind her. Nothing. With an uneasy sigh, Prue continued, expelling the thought from her mind.
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 19:23:54 GMT -6
Dianthe began to rise from her perch, when she sensed Prue wilfing. "Is all alright?" she asked, her voice soft in the gloom. It seemed soft an innocent, but had a hint of steel, an edge reminiscent of the blades she produced from her forge. She seemed to slowly change, the air around her changing and growing brighter.
She turned around, a swift flash of burnt-orange coloured feathers and silver steel. Suddenly Dianthe was streaking through the air, her silver coated talons outstretched. Her wings were a blur, and she seemed to become a blaze of fire, flashing through the darkness of the cave.
Dianthe's talons came into contact with another creature's throat, her silver coated talons held tightly against the soft flesh of the other creature's throat. "Who are you?" she hissed, her voice menacing and sharp. The edges of her steel coated talons dug into the other animal's neck, seeming to sing for blood.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 19:47:04 GMT -6
In a flash of vibrant fire-burnt feathers, Dianthe was at the throat of another owl and she held him up to the warm light of the hearth, the light illuminated his face; revealing a Grass owl. He gulped and raised his wings in a gesture of surrender.
"P-please! I-I beg y-you! Don't hurt m-me." he stammered. "I am only doing what I was told."
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