Post by elisabeth on Jan 30, 2013 12:42:01 GMT -6
Name: Guinevere
Gender: Female
Age: 10 Moons
Species: Tyto Novaehollandiae
Kingdom: Pure Ones
Position: Masked Owl
Description:
Guinevere's round tan colored visage is framed by a heart-shaped brown mask. Her intelligent face surrounds its two most important features, her large, dark, nearly black eyes, filled with curiosity. A majority of her velvet plumage is brown, but her chest and under-belly are gold. She has grey spots on her back and brown on her chest. The high center of her face is decorated with a beak that is light pink in color. Dark legs and feet are also a pinkish hue, though darker than her beak and her razor-sharp talons are steel gray. Guinevere's body is slender but muscular and she is larger than most other owls of her species
Personality: Though at first, Guinevere comes across as an arrogant, cold bird, her silent sharp demeanor is merely a front. She is slow to trust and to love, but once won over, she defends what she knows as her own quite fiercely. Regardless of what appear to be her flaws, Guinevere is loyal, intelligent and extraordinarily brave.
Strengths: Guinevere's strengths are her incredibly keen eyesight, completely silent flight, fantastic hunting ability and very strong and sharp beak and talons.
Weaknesses: Guinevere sometimes has difficulty hearing. She also has difficulty trusting others which is seen as a weakness as well as her difficulty accepting change, another weakness of Guinevere's is her overconfidence. She tends to send herself into dangerous situations before thinking about her ability to handle it.
History: Guinevere was born in a cozy hollow in the quietest part of her home forest. She was one of three owlets in the clutch, she, her sister and her brother. The owlets' parents kept them very well fed, as they had had three clutches in the previous years and were very experienced in raising chicks. Her mother was quiet and warm, while her father was strong and brave. They were excellent caretakers, providers and teachers.
In no time, the owlets grew strong, learning more about adulthood with each passing day.
When the time came for branching Guinevere excelled greatly. She was flying by her third night of branching and within two days of gaining flight, Guinevere had caught her first mouse.
When it came time to leave the hollow, Guinevere and her siblings were more than prepared, and each bid their farewells with confidence in their futures.
After some time of living on her own, Guinevere found a mate, as most owls do at her age. The following season, she laid two eggs, and couldn't have been happier. When her owlets were born, she proved to be as successful of a mother as hers had been, and her love for her mate grew with each passing day.
But as all good things come to an end, as did Guinvere's quiet family life. Tragedy struck one night; thunder crashing outside and lightning flashing across the sky, the rain pounded on the forest around them, but her family was safe and dry in their hollow. She had had experience in harsh weather so Guinvere volunteered to hunt that night, while her mate stayed behind to protect their offspring from the cold winds. She nuzzled her owlets and looked at her mate fondly before taking off into the storm. She flew beneath the canopy, avoiding the heaviest winds and rain. Within an hour, she found a rabbit, nestled in a bush, protecting himself from the storm. Striking with ferocity, she killed it, eating her fill, before taking the remains back to her family.
Upon her return, Guinevere dropped her kill in the shock of finding her home tree on the ground. She could smell the blood of her owlets and landed, hoping they were alive, one had been crushed by the tree, and the other had been killed by a dingo upon falling. She watched in horror as the dingo carried off her young. She cried and shrieked, tugging at the lifeless body of her crushed owlet until she heard her mate cry faintly from the other side of the tree. She hopped over and found her love, his wings had both been broken and he was bleeding from several locations.
Guinevere lay with him, preening his feathers and nestling her face into his neck. The storm cleared as her mate drew his last rattling breaths. A final whisper of "I love you" escaped his beak before his body lost all life.
It was that day she promised herself there would never be a place in her heart for a mate. No owl could replace the love she lost. She would forever blame herself for the death of her family, if only she had been there, she could have saved them somehow.
She blinked tears from her large dark eyes before taking off. Guinevere flew, she flew for days, she didn't know where she was headed or how she'd get there but she wanted to fly to a place where no one would know her shame, where she could start over.
It was then that she heard of the pure ones....
IC: Guinevere woke with a start, ruffling her feathers as she nearly lost grip of the tree she had slept in. It was nearly dark and almost time for her to leave in search of breakfast. She scanned the ground below, searching for the sound which had woken her. She clicked her beak in annoyance when she realized it had been only a porcupine, rooting through the leaf litter at the tree's base.
She stretched before spreading her wings and taking off into the crisp dusk air, tonight she knew her crop would be filled far before first light, as she had heard a rustling nest of rats on her way to roost the night before.
She landed in a tree, near where she had remembered the nest was located, sitting silently in wait of her meal. The mother rat crawled slowly out of her nest, thinking she had gone unseen. Guinevere struck quickly and silently, dropping to the ground, talons extended, the rat never had a chance. Not a squeak was emitted from either party as the owl quickly shredded and downed the rodent piece by piece. She wasted no time destroying the nest and eating all four of the rat pups immediately afterwards.
She left the nest, nearly too full to fly, and managed to land in a nearby tree, giving herself time to digest before patrolling her claimed patch of forest.
Here's a photo of her:
i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a534/Alden_Hanes/owlpagescomAustralianMaskedOwlTytonovaehollandiaefemale_zps088c7635-1_zpsba867755.jpg
Codeword: *starred out by Gabjas*
Gender: Female
Age: 10 Moons
Species: Tyto Novaehollandiae
Kingdom: Pure Ones
Position: Masked Owl
Description:
Guinevere's round tan colored visage is framed by a heart-shaped brown mask. Her intelligent face surrounds its two most important features, her large, dark, nearly black eyes, filled with curiosity. A majority of her velvet plumage is brown, but her chest and under-belly are gold. She has grey spots on her back and brown on her chest. The high center of her face is decorated with a beak that is light pink in color. Dark legs and feet are also a pinkish hue, though darker than her beak and her razor-sharp talons are steel gray. Guinevere's body is slender but muscular and she is larger than most other owls of her species
Personality: Though at first, Guinevere comes across as an arrogant, cold bird, her silent sharp demeanor is merely a front. She is slow to trust and to love, but once won over, she defends what she knows as her own quite fiercely. Regardless of what appear to be her flaws, Guinevere is loyal, intelligent and extraordinarily brave.
Strengths: Guinevere's strengths are her incredibly keen eyesight, completely silent flight, fantastic hunting ability and very strong and sharp beak and talons.
Weaknesses: Guinevere sometimes has difficulty hearing. She also has difficulty trusting others which is seen as a weakness as well as her difficulty accepting change, another weakness of Guinevere's is her overconfidence. She tends to send herself into dangerous situations before thinking about her ability to handle it.
History: Guinevere was born in a cozy hollow in the quietest part of her home forest. She was one of three owlets in the clutch, she, her sister and her brother. The owlets' parents kept them very well fed, as they had had three clutches in the previous years and were very experienced in raising chicks. Her mother was quiet and warm, while her father was strong and brave. They were excellent caretakers, providers and teachers.
In no time, the owlets grew strong, learning more about adulthood with each passing day.
When the time came for branching Guinevere excelled greatly. She was flying by her third night of branching and within two days of gaining flight, Guinevere had caught her first mouse.
When it came time to leave the hollow, Guinevere and her siblings were more than prepared, and each bid their farewells with confidence in their futures.
After some time of living on her own, Guinevere found a mate, as most owls do at her age. The following season, she laid two eggs, and couldn't have been happier. When her owlets were born, she proved to be as successful of a mother as hers had been, and her love for her mate grew with each passing day.
But as all good things come to an end, as did Guinvere's quiet family life. Tragedy struck one night; thunder crashing outside and lightning flashing across the sky, the rain pounded on the forest around them, but her family was safe and dry in their hollow. She had had experience in harsh weather so Guinvere volunteered to hunt that night, while her mate stayed behind to protect their offspring from the cold winds. She nuzzled her owlets and looked at her mate fondly before taking off into the storm. She flew beneath the canopy, avoiding the heaviest winds and rain. Within an hour, she found a rabbit, nestled in a bush, protecting himself from the storm. Striking with ferocity, she killed it, eating her fill, before taking the remains back to her family.
Upon her return, Guinevere dropped her kill in the shock of finding her home tree on the ground. She could smell the blood of her owlets and landed, hoping they were alive, one had been crushed by the tree, and the other had been killed by a dingo upon falling. She watched in horror as the dingo carried off her young. She cried and shrieked, tugging at the lifeless body of her crushed owlet until she heard her mate cry faintly from the other side of the tree. She hopped over and found her love, his wings had both been broken and he was bleeding from several locations.
Guinevere lay with him, preening his feathers and nestling her face into his neck. The storm cleared as her mate drew his last rattling breaths. A final whisper of "I love you" escaped his beak before his body lost all life.
It was that day she promised herself there would never be a place in her heart for a mate. No owl could replace the love she lost. She would forever blame herself for the death of her family, if only she had been there, she could have saved them somehow.
She blinked tears from her large dark eyes before taking off. Guinevere flew, she flew for days, she didn't know where she was headed or how she'd get there but she wanted to fly to a place where no one would know her shame, where she could start over.
It was then that she heard of the pure ones....
IC: Guinevere woke with a start, ruffling her feathers as she nearly lost grip of the tree she had slept in. It was nearly dark and almost time for her to leave in search of breakfast. She scanned the ground below, searching for the sound which had woken her. She clicked her beak in annoyance when she realized it had been only a porcupine, rooting through the leaf litter at the tree's base.
She stretched before spreading her wings and taking off into the crisp dusk air, tonight she knew her crop would be filled far before first light, as she had heard a rustling nest of rats on her way to roost the night before.
She landed in a tree, near where she had remembered the nest was located, sitting silently in wait of her meal. The mother rat crawled slowly out of her nest, thinking she had gone unseen. Guinevere struck quickly and silently, dropping to the ground, talons extended, the rat never had a chance. Not a squeak was emitted from either party as the owl quickly shredded and downed the rodent piece by piece. She wasted no time destroying the nest and eating all four of the rat pups immediately afterwards.
She left the nest, nearly too full to fly, and managed to land in a nearby tree, giving herself time to digest before patrolling her claimed patch of forest.
Here's a photo of her:
i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a534/Alden_Hanes/owlpagescomAustralianMaskedOwlTytonovaehollandiaefemale_zps088c7635-1_zpsba867755.jpg
Codeword: *starred out by Gabjas*
