A Call for Help (Open)

[Batt the Barnowl]

Flying through Ambala, Jumjity was flying low under the trees. Unexpectedly, a branch falls on Jumjity, and he startd to fall.Jumjity manages to catch a branch. He sees a large group of crows above him cawing madly as if it was laughter. When the crows finally do head off... all Jumjity can do is make short, shakey calls and hope some owl will come find him. No one arrived after a while. Jumjity starts to go yeep. He soon is knocked out of it and tries to create a plan, but he can't, he is too frightened. "HEEEELP," Jumjity screeches. He starts struggling to fly. He fully goes yeep and starts falling

[Gabjas]

(I probably shouldn't have because I already have too much on my plate, but this thread seemed so lonely. I just HAD to do something. :3)

Ankha darting between the trees, her wings skimming their leaves as she searched. What she was searching for? Only minutes before the Burrowing owl had heard the shrieks of an owl, calling for help. She had begun to lose hope in finding him, as his voice soon died out beneath the caws of crows and the hum of wildlife.

But once more, even louder than before, his cry rang out. Now locked on her target, Ankha surged towards the owl. She shot out beneath him, using her back to support the falling owl that had gone yeep. Gently, she lowered the much younger Burrowing owl to the ground below, placing him on a soft bed of moss.

"Are you alright?" she cooed. "What is your name?"

[Batt the Barnowl]

Suddenly a strong feeling comes to Jumjity's gizzard, he has hope. An owl catches him from the branch he caught himself on, but gone yeep shortly after and fell again. The owl Asks in a soft coo "Are you alright?" and What is your name?" shortly after. " I...I....I'm fine, w...well not really f...fine, my wing is broken. My n...names Jumjity. W...who are you? Jumjity lifts his wing and it is bent in an unatural shape. He begins to observe the other owl's details, another burrowing owl.

[Gabjas]

She 'tsked' at his wing, now warped from a large fracture cause by the branch that had hit him. "Jumjity, eh? Interesting name." she churred as she dug in her mouse fur pack for a roll of gauze. She picked it up with her beak and, after tearing of a chunk of it, she applied it with a tad of pressure to his wound. "This will hurt just a bit."

Though Ankha was no medic, as Search -and-Rescue ryb, she had acquired a small basis of knowledge on how to tend to simple maladies and broken bones as such. "My name is Ankha, I am a ryb at the Great Tree." She hadn't much time to chat, for an injury as his was in need of medical attention.

"Stay still, this will sting." she warned him as she applied a thick layer of a greenish cream to the bent wing, a certain healing remedy that was used to seal any open wounds and numb pain. "Now Jumjity," Ankha said. "You have two choices, you can let me take care of you for as long as it takes for your wing to heal. Or, you can come with me to the Great Tree to have the medics tend to you."

[Batt the Barnowl]

While the other owl was fixing his wing, she warned him it would sting. It did sting a little, but Jumjity didn't care about the pain. She explained her name was Ankha., and was a ryb. She gave him a choice, to stay, or leave to go to the great tree. Jumjity took a while to think about itI haven't finished exploring this region, but I haven't been to the great tree in so long, I have made a decision. Jumjity finally starts to speak "It has been long since i've been to the great tree, there are owls I haven't met yet in the great tree." Jumjity answered. "I can walk a little bit of the way. During the traveling my wing might heal enough to fly," Jumjity said, he hoped his wing would heal in time.