The City of Pinop [Open]

[Gabjas]

Prue dove away from the Grass owl, allowing various other owls swoop in and assist with the rescue. As she descended, she noticed a Great Horned flying just off from the skirmish. Watching as the owlets were saved.

She, with a random peek of curiosity, veered off in her flight path and approached him. "Hello." she said shyly. The Barn owl shifted her weight from talon to talon, allowing him to speak with another owl, Alvara.

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Dartmont's ear tuffs perked slightly and he turned his head, almost completely around to look at a young, female Barn Owl who had just approached him. "Oh, hello to you too," Dartmont gave her a rather awkward bow to her, considering he was still facing her with his back. "Although this is probably an awkward time for pleasantries, but my name is Dartmont, resident metalworker of Ambala," He added. This Barn Owl was a cute one, her pretty heart-shaped face perfectly framed by the ring of light brown and her speckled midsection giving away to beautiful, light brown wings. In his entire life, only once had he encountered another Barn Owl, an elderly figure who Dartmont had forgotten the name of some time ago. This one, however, was a league apart from him.

[Gabjas]

"Nice to meet you, Dartmont." she half said/half cooed, which had been completely unintentional. She blushed, her skin flushing a hot red beneath the convenient cover of her feathers. "My name is Prue."

She extended a talon, inviting him to shake. He looked rather handsome, perhaps it was just her. She found his timid gaze and kind demeanor enticing, he seemed like a nice owl to be around.

"Metal worker, eh? I happen to be a smith myself, well sometimes."

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Dartmont turned around and shook talons with her, something he hadn't done in a while. But what was more interesting was that she was a smith as well, or sort of was one anyways. "Well, then let me say it is a pleasure to meet another smith, it's been too long since I've been able to talk with one... oh maybe not since I left the Guardians..." Dartmont remarked, quite interested to see if she had any knowledge to trade that could help his own work. "Besides what I learned with the Guardians, everything else I've pretty much had to pick up from books I've read; Ambala hasn't had a resident smith in years."

[Gabjas]

Prue nodded, listening intently. "I left to the Guardians, I have a forge set up in my hollow and take time to work on smithing projects often as a hobby." she shrugged. "I somewhat taught myself, I did touch up my work with the help of a few books."

She cast a glance to where the other owls were, the owlets were safe now, so her work was done. She trusted the others would be capable enough to dispose of the Pure One however they liked. Turning back to Dartmont with a wistful sigh. She looked away in embarrassment as their eyes met. She dared to look back, she longed to peer into his golden eyes.

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"I can certainly relate, took me months of hard work before I was able to make Battleclaws that didn't fall apart if you looked at them strangely. But, you know, I have to admit, after spending much of my life working with the metal, I can't help but feel it's time for a change. It's not a fun as it use to be, more of a chore now," Dartmont replied to her. "I've collected so many books about other topics, I want to learn so much more, I want to see what's beyond this forest," Dartmont said, before realizing he was just rambling and shut himself up. He had a tendency to ramble on and on in the presence of owls he wasn't familiar with, a result of his shyness and anxiety around strange owls. There was something alluring about this Barn Owl, though Dartmont didn't know exactly what it was. Truth be told, he didn't really remember what it had felt like to be attracted to a female owl, most of that time he had blocked out of his memories. But in only a few passing words, it felt like this Barn owl was stirring up something inside him again.

[Gabjas]

She nodded, she enjoyed hearing him speak. She liked simply standing there and listening to him talk about various things, not minding at all if he rambled. She then realised however, that she had not really been listening the whole time. She had just been listening to the pleasing sound of his voice, and had completely ignored what he spoke about. Hurriedly snapping into focus, she tried to gather all she had missed. He seemed to be talking about his career, and books. Something about many books. She nodded. Dartmont ceased to speak, most likely ashamed of his own blabbing. But Prue truly did not mind.

Ever since she had left the Pure Ones, she had never fallen for another owl. Her owlethood playmate had now grown up and grown apart from her in many ways, conflicted by the constant commands to kill her instead of love her. She sighed, gulping down her own insecurities. She was starting to fall for Dartmont now, she could feel the awkward pit in her stomach.

"Would you like to take a night flight with me?" she said softly, glancing up at the vast sky; like a painting, its canvas spread in all directions, dappled with specks of light. She spread her wings, awaiting his answer.

[Felidae]

Coryn stayed sat on the branch, preening his feathers again. The other owls didn't seem to be interested in attacking him again, so when they left he could fly off and find some more owlets to snatch. Glancing around at them again, he noticed that one of them, a Barn owl, looked familiar. He couldn't place it but he was sure he'd seen her face before. As he searched through his mind, it finally dawned upon him.

"Prue!"

(Gabjas, if you don't want Coryn to recognise Prue then its completely fine and you can just ignore this post but if it's fine then yeah XD)

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Dartmont couldn't help but blush from Prue's question, this beautiful Barn Owl wanted him to fly with her. He couldn't say any owl had ever asked him that before. He looked up at the sky and smiled. "Yes, I do believe I would enjoy that," he told her and, extending his wings out with hers, he lifted himself up above her and flew a short distance away. He turned back towards where Prue stood and watched for her to follow him. Watching her, a thought finally reached him in his head, 'Was this Barn Owl falling for him?' The way she was talking, looking at him, her overall behavior was off from just a casual conversation, and she herself seemed to be aware of this fact, struggling between staring into his eyes and shyly looking away. Of course, he then had to ask himself, 'Am I falling for this Barn Owl?' and before he had any time to consider the question, there was an immediate response in his head: 'Yes.'

[Gabjas]

Prue averted her gaze from Dartmont as the Grass owl hollered out her name in recognition. She nodded with her beak curved in a taunting grin. "I was wondering if you would remember me, Coryn." she shouted to him.

"It's been a while." she craned her neck to look at the Pure One, casually preening his feathers as the other owls went about their own business. Were these owls yoicks? There was a Pure One, whom had just attempted to snatch two owlets clear as day and they weren't driving him off... or worse?

She shot an apologetic look to Dartmont and took off after Coryn. She dove at him, her battleclaws extended, only for her to veer away from him and land beside him on the branch. "Hey old chum." she said menacingly.

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Dartmont followed Prue, deciding against his better judgment to assist her in apprehending this owl. That name she mentioned, Coryn, for some reason he could have sworn somewhere he had heard that name once, though he was positive he had never seen this owl before. Dartmont perched himself on a branch in a tree behind where the Grass Owl and Prue now sat perched, watching the two of them. Dartmont had some personal experience with the Pure Ones, once in a while a representative came to his forge and requested his services, but he usually refused their requests, mostly due to the fact that they never had anything of real value to offer in exchange. He usually received some threats of violence from them, but they never followed-up with them and Dartmont never paid them any mind.

[Felidae]

The Grass owl watched as Prue flew beside him and landed on the branch. Smirking, he replied, "Yes it's been a while... Perhaps too long," He took a step towards her, "You know, I should apprehend you now and take you back to the Pure Ones... That would certainly earn me some respect." He took another step towards the owl, an evil grin plastered to his face.

"What do you say? Will you come quietly, or will I have to force you?"

[Gabjas]

Prue threw her head back in a laugh, a taunting laugh. Urging her opponent to attack. She would be ready for him. "Oh, Coryn." she smirked. "Still as naive as ever, I see. You don't seriously think you can take me..."
she eyed him for a reaction; a glint in his eyes could betray his next move. A jerk of the muscles in his next direction, she could see what he was planning to do.

"Do you?" she shifted her talons on the branch, gripping it firmly. Bracing herself for his next move. "Oh, and Coryn?" she cooed. "If you come out of this alive, however unlikely, tell the Pure Ones they can sprink off. Cause I am never coming home."

[spice]

(THE TENSION IS BUILDING!!!! XD)

[Felidae]

The Grass owl let out an angry shriek, propelling himself towards Prue. Somewhere deep in his mind, something was shouting at him to stop, telling him he had no chance. But his pride and determination kept him going towards the Barn owl.

As he came within touching distance of Prue, he opened up his talons, going for her throat.