Post by otulissa on May 25, 2013 22:24:05 GMT -6
FIRST OFFICER Falkner
Name: Falkner
Gender: Male
Age: 25 1/2 moons
Species: Tyto Alba
Kingdom: Pure Ones
Position: First Officer
Description: Falkner is often wearing his mu-metal battle-helm, which he had forged by the best Tyto smith he knew. This was a testament to his belief in Tyto purity, as there were no doubt many other smiths of other species that were better. He is also seen wearing mu-metal battle claws all the time, even when he sleeps. They are unique, and you can always tell when it was he who killed an owl by the shape of the wound. These battle claws are made of the same mu metal as his helm and the tips are often stained red with the blood of his victims.
He is an example of perfection among Tyto owls, as his front feathers are pure, cloud white and his back feathers are a warm brown speckled with darker brown and black, the colour of bark in the Forest of Tyto. It serves as camouflage when he needs to hide from pursuers, as long as there is a tree in the vicinity. He has a long, thin scar on his breast, a result of an assassination attempt many moons ago. Another line of bite marks from his childhood reside on his left wing.
Falkner is a frightening individual and it is unwise to anger him. You can tell if he is about to give the kill order if he stays statue still but slowly swivels his head. The look in his eyes when he is angry is enough to send even a Shriek running, gibbering and screeching in terror like a one-week old owlet that has just seen a raccoon. He is slim but muscular, and his size often tricks individuals into thinking ‘Oh, Glaux, I can take him easy’. Most of those owls are now dead. As Falkner would say, “Oh, joy.”
The lower half of his face is ornamented with a pearly pink beak that is shaped like an arrowhead and razor sharp. This beak has taken the live of many creatures, and not just his prey. It is more often than not adored with a drop or two of scarlet blood. He can sometimes be seen holding a bow and arrows, and he is the only owl in the known kingdoms to do so. This weapon is made of the sharpened bone with blood-splattered edges used in the Pure Ones’ logo. It is strung with the stomach lining of a red fox. His arrows are fletched with the white feathers of the snowy owl that made them, whom he promptly killed. These arrows are strapped to his back on such an angle that he can twitch a wing and be able to pull one from its sheath. He dipped the very edge of each feather in the blood of the owl. If you see him pointing it at you, fly away fast.
Personality: Falkner is an intensely curious owl. He will go to any lengths for knowledge and facts, and if someone says that something or other cannot be done, they had better just watch him do it. He is not vicious at all, unlike most Pure Ones and will only kill if absolutely necessary. Falkner is a genuinely nice owl to everyone- as long as they’re a Tyto. He has nothing but disdain for ‘lower species’ as he puts it, and will not hesitate to shoot an arrow through the gizzard of another owl. He is very fidgety and absolutely cannot, CANNOT stay still. It is absolute suicide to include him on a stealth mission if there is a need to keep absolutely positively completely silent. He is a very superstitious owl, believing in Hagsfiends and scrooms and such, and has followed the superstition that Hagsfiends and scrooms hate a kind of mineral called hematite, so he has chips of hematite through his battle claws, helm and breastplate, as well as having arrowheads made almost completely out of hematite. He is very aspiring and is deeply in love with the High Tytoness, Katara, and is hoping to someday become her mate. He is a brilliant flier, able to perform tricks, flips and twists, which he mostly performs in order to impress the High Tytoness Katara. Along with this he is, if it should come to it, a ruthless killer, but he, strangely, dislikes killing. He believes that the Tytos’ heart shaped facial disks are an interpretation and sign of Glaux’s love for Tytos, and is constantly telling the new recruits so. He is a skilled and intelligent owl, but is very distrustful; it is very hard to convince him that you are on his side. He is difficult to trick; indeed, he is a very manipulative owl himself. He is very proud and hates to accept criticism, unless, of course, it comes from the High Tytoness. He is smart and he knows it, and can come across as arrogant to some, although he is most certainly NOT arrogant, as he knows the dangers that being arrogant can bring upon you.
Falkner’s intelligence is due to his past in Ga’Hoole, which is known to but a handful of the highest Pure Ones. He is not too friendly, making ‘alliances’ as he often calls friendship, only when the owl he is making friends with has truly earned his or her stripes through their actions or intelligence. He is one of the only Pure One owls that are unafraid of fire; he will even occasionally light his arrows aflame before shooting them at his foes. He can lack strength in his flight and fights, but he compensates for this by having amazing speed and manoeuvres that would run even a Guardian into the ground. He is a great asset to the Pure Ones and enjoys being the second highest owl in the entire army, and will do what it takes to hold both his mate and his authority.
Strengths: Falkner is lighting fast and a master of aviation; his manoeuvres can bamboozle the toughest and smartest foes. He is also, for want of a better word, a genius.
Weaknesses: Falkner can lack physical strength when fighting, and his stamina will not take him more than the span of Tyto to the edge of Ambala without a rest. He is also rather protective of the High Tytoness and will risk the failure of a mission to rescue her from danger, which sometimes displeases her.
History: Falkner’s history is known to barely any of the Pure Ones; just the High Tytoness, the Hgh Tyto's Mate, the highest Pure Guards and Safiya, the owlet trainer. Of course, this means the owlet guard Tutti knows as well, as Tutti and Safiya are sisters in all but blood. Falkner was, in the beginning, a Guardian of Ga’Hoole. He was rescued as an owlet by the Guardians of Ga’Hoole when his home in the Forest Kingdom of Tyto was devoured by a forest fire. Many owlets fell in their attempt to flee the fire because it was Hunting Season; therefore most parents were away hunting for the winter. He was forced to listen and sometimes watch as the raccoons came out to play, feasting on the flightless owlets. Eventually one found him. Its snout was stained with blood, gore and feathers, and he was terrified. It stalked closer; confident it would eat this one too, and knocked Falkner down. Its breath stank of blood, and that was the last straw for Falkner. Unlike other owlets, instead of screaming, Falkner fought back. He plunged his talon into the foul creature’s gum, and it howled. It was unused to having its prey fight. It was furious. Growling, the raccoon lunged forward and sank his fangs deep into the muscle in Falkner’s left wing. A screech of agony called to the Guardian Search and Rescue troops circling ahead, and they swarmed in just as Falkner swiped out the raccoon’s right eye. A Guardian quickly finished the raccoon with a blow to the base of the raccoon’s neck. Falkner was filled with adrenaline but went yeep once it faded. More than fifty owlets were killed that day.
When Falkner woke he was flying over an ocean in the talons of a massive Great Grey Owl. He was so big that in comparison Falkner looked like a fluffy milkberry. Falkner felt the first stirrings of apprehension at being in contact with this ‘great sooty monstrosity’ as he put it. He was confused at why he was here, instead of at home. When he saw the Great Ga’Hoole Tree, he, unlike so many, was not enchanted by its dimensions. He asked why he was here. With a shifty silence, he was told that both his parents were killed. They had been but metres away from his nest, desperate to reach their hatchling, when the fire crowned and killed both of them. He was upset for a while and angry over what he saw as kidnapping.
Falkner soon heard from another owlet, a Spotted Owl named Arya, about an organisation called the Pure Ones. The object of many a horror story, he saw a future. There were rumours of an owl in Ga’Hoole itself who worked for the Pure Ones. Falkner found the owl, Brycen, and through the elderly owl got in touch with the Pure Ones. They were delighted, as they were in need of a new mole, due to Brycen’s imminent death. He was tapped to the Search-And-Rescue chaw, and began passing Ga’Hoolian secrets to the Pure Ones. However, after one year he was found out by another owl. He had no choice but to kill the owl and flee the Great Tree. He flew first to Kuneer, where he forced a Tyto smith to forge him special claws, and a helm, then on to Tyto and the Pure Ones’ retreat. He swept the board with his competition and soon ascended to be the First Officer. A moon later, he removed a decent sized sharpened bone from one of the Pure Ones’ watchtowers, with the High Tytoness’ permission, and forced a snowy owl to turn it into a bow and to make him arrows from juniper wood. He forced the owl to fletch them with her own feathers, and then killed her, returning to the Pure Ones. He holds his bow horizontally, rather than the normal vertical.
In Character
Falkner weaved through the trees, his clawed talons clutching a bone-white bow splattered with red at the edges. His head was shielded by a silver helm. The heartbeat of a mouse, slow and calm, was funnelled into his unevenly placed ear slits. It reached his left ear slit first, so he headed left. Soon the grey, furry creature came into view, nosing at a nut. Falkner lifted his bow and nocked an arrow to it, aiming carefully. As he released it, the mouse turned his head, alarmed by the twanging noise of the string snapping back into place. The arrow impaled the plump rodent directly in the eye; ripping the mouse from the branch and pinning it to the tree behind it, a metre below its starting point because of the angle. Falkner swooped, throwing the mouse into the pouch strapped to his back. He had amassed a large collection of squirrels, rats, mice and gliders by now. He should probably gather some insects for the newborn owlet one of the soldiers had hatched. He found his way to a large rotten log that had bark the consistency of paper, then ripped it open with a tear of his battle claws. Various insects scampered for cover, but he grabbed eleven of them before they escaped. Plenty enough for the young Tyto Alba. He rose out of the forest, the gibbous moon illuminating his helm, casting a sharp spear of light across the black sky that was speckled with tiny glowing points of fire. Suddenly he heard something. Turning, he saw what every Pure One dreaded; a chaw of Ga’Hoolian owls heading for him. Had they seen him? He hid, and they flew straight past them. What? thought Falkner. Then he realised; they were heading for the stronghold! He quickly stashed his bow in the hollow of a tree, then blended in with the ranks of the Guardians. A Spotted Owl tipped her head towards him about a minute after he had slipped into the chaw.
“Have I met you before?”
Oh, Great Glaux, he thought. it’s Arya!
“No, I’ve jus’ been tapped. M’ name’s Lucian.” He answered, stating the name of an owl he had once fought and putting on a heavy accent.
“But I thought all the newies were left at the Tree, weren’t they?” she asked.
Racdrops! he thought.
“Erm... I bargained me way in. Couldn’t stan’ been lef’ behind, ya’ know.”
She stared incredulously.
“That was ridiculously stupid, you know.”
“Yeah, I go’ the impression. Couldn’t help meself. Love ‘da action.”
Arya shook her head. He flew to the head of the group, a pretty Tyto Novaehillondae.
And, knowing how the chaw operated, asked respectfully, “’Scuse me, Loranaryb,” naming the current leader of the chaw, “permission to conduct surveillance on the guards ‘ere?”
“Permission granted.” Lorana replied.
He folded his wings and dropped forward, out of sight. He took a shortcut to the stronghold, he removed his helm so the Pure Ones could see his face
“Get everyone out! The Guardians are coming! Evacuate!” he hooted shrilly. The guards’ eyes widened, then they flew to a large curved metal object and, lifting a hammer, clanged them together. A long gonging sound echoed, accompanied by shrill, high-pitched shrieks into hollow horns beside it. They amplified the sound, and inside the stronghold, a flurry of movement ensured. Safiya and Tutti soared skywards, holding baskets filled with owlets. The Pure Guards swooped by, the High Tytoness and her mate in their midst. The high-ranking Pure Ones shot by in tawny blurs, each holding baskets filled with armour and weapons.
“Wait! Leave me a set of claws and a helm. I have a plan.”
One owl laid aside a set. Within a matter of minutes, the stronghold was empty. He turned to see that the Guardians were almost here. Pasting a look of astonishment on his face, he rejoined the Guardians.
“It’s empty. Not a single scroomsaw here. They must’a known we was comin’.”
“Grr... alright. Return to the Tree, everyone. I need to stay for a second. I’ll catch up.” The owls left. Turning to him, Lorana glared. “Why did I hear the evacuation alert here? I used to be a spy here. I know what it sounds like. I’d say you’re a turnfeather, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. He reacted before she could; with a strike, he split open her head. He dodged backwards to avoid the spray of blood. He quickly located another family of Tytos and, with the female’s screams and the owlets’ wails; he dragged the male from the hollow. He killed him with a slash to the chest. Taking him back to where the spare set of claws and the helm were, he slid the body into the armour. He splashed a bit of the ryb’s blood on his face, cut his wing and just above his left eye a bit then he yelled; “Help! Help!” A Barn Owl among the Guardians heard the cry and they flew back. They were shocked; the young owl Lucian, covered with blood and wounded on his wing and his eye, was holding the body of their ryb. In a hollow voice, he talked to Arya.
“I was tellin' her wha' I’d seen, an' then that owl suddenly lunged outa the woods. He hit Lorana, and then wen' for me. He got'my wing,” he held up his injured wing. “an' I struck back. I... I killed 'im. You were right. I shouldn’ta come.” He hung his head. “I'm leavin' the Guardians. Maybe I’ll travel north an' become a monk.” Arya looked at him, pity on her face, and then called to the largest owl there, a huge screech owl, and he lifted Lorana’s body and they flew off, Arya bidding him goodbye.
Once they were out of earshot, he flew awkwardly up to the horns, his self-inflicted wound hindering him, and sounded a low call. The Pure Ones returned and they bandaged his cuts with moss. He smiled and sent an owl to retrieve his bow from the tree hollow. The Pure Ones were safe. He gratefully slipped into sleep.
Other: He is actually named after the Flying-Type Gym Leader in Pokemon because of his great flight skills. Also, I know that a bow is unlikely, but it’s my job as a nutcase to stand out from everyone. Heh heh heh.
Name: Falkner
Gender: Male
Age: 25 1/2 moons
Species: Tyto Alba
Kingdom: Pure Ones
Position: First Officer
Description: Falkner is often wearing his mu-metal battle-helm, which he had forged by the best Tyto smith he knew. This was a testament to his belief in Tyto purity, as there were no doubt many other smiths of other species that were better. He is also seen wearing mu-metal battle claws all the time, even when he sleeps. They are unique, and you can always tell when it was he who killed an owl by the shape of the wound. These battle claws are made of the same mu metal as his helm and the tips are often stained red with the blood of his victims.
He is an example of perfection among Tyto owls, as his front feathers are pure, cloud white and his back feathers are a warm brown speckled with darker brown and black, the colour of bark in the Forest of Tyto. It serves as camouflage when he needs to hide from pursuers, as long as there is a tree in the vicinity. He has a long, thin scar on his breast, a result of an assassination attempt many moons ago. Another line of bite marks from his childhood reside on his left wing.
Falkner is a frightening individual and it is unwise to anger him. You can tell if he is about to give the kill order if he stays statue still but slowly swivels his head. The look in his eyes when he is angry is enough to send even a Shriek running, gibbering and screeching in terror like a one-week old owlet that has just seen a raccoon. He is slim but muscular, and his size often tricks individuals into thinking ‘Oh, Glaux, I can take him easy’. Most of those owls are now dead. As Falkner would say, “Oh, joy.”
The lower half of his face is ornamented with a pearly pink beak that is shaped like an arrowhead and razor sharp. This beak has taken the live of many creatures, and not just his prey. It is more often than not adored with a drop or two of scarlet blood. He can sometimes be seen holding a bow and arrows, and he is the only owl in the known kingdoms to do so. This weapon is made of the sharpened bone with blood-splattered edges used in the Pure Ones’ logo. It is strung with the stomach lining of a red fox. His arrows are fletched with the white feathers of the snowy owl that made them, whom he promptly killed. These arrows are strapped to his back on such an angle that he can twitch a wing and be able to pull one from its sheath. He dipped the very edge of each feather in the blood of the owl. If you see him pointing it at you, fly away fast.
Personality: Falkner is an intensely curious owl. He will go to any lengths for knowledge and facts, and if someone says that something or other cannot be done, they had better just watch him do it. He is not vicious at all, unlike most Pure Ones and will only kill if absolutely necessary. Falkner is a genuinely nice owl to everyone- as long as they’re a Tyto. He has nothing but disdain for ‘lower species’ as he puts it, and will not hesitate to shoot an arrow through the gizzard of another owl. He is very fidgety and absolutely cannot, CANNOT stay still. It is absolute suicide to include him on a stealth mission if there is a need to keep absolutely positively completely silent. He is a very superstitious owl, believing in Hagsfiends and scrooms and such, and has followed the superstition that Hagsfiends and scrooms hate a kind of mineral called hematite, so he has chips of hematite through his battle claws, helm and breastplate, as well as having arrowheads made almost completely out of hematite. He is very aspiring and is deeply in love with the High Tytoness, Katara, and is hoping to someday become her mate. He is a brilliant flier, able to perform tricks, flips and twists, which he mostly performs in order to impress the High Tytoness Katara. Along with this he is, if it should come to it, a ruthless killer, but he, strangely, dislikes killing. He believes that the Tytos’ heart shaped facial disks are an interpretation and sign of Glaux’s love for Tytos, and is constantly telling the new recruits so. He is a skilled and intelligent owl, but is very distrustful; it is very hard to convince him that you are on his side. He is difficult to trick; indeed, he is a very manipulative owl himself. He is very proud and hates to accept criticism, unless, of course, it comes from the High Tytoness. He is smart and he knows it, and can come across as arrogant to some, although he is most certainly NOT arrogant, as he knows the dangers that being arrogant can bring upon you.
Falkner’s intelligence is due to his past in Ga’Hoole, which is known to but a handful of the highest Pure Ones. He is not too friendly, making ‘alliances’ as he often calls friendship, only when the owl he is making friends with has truly earned his or her stripes through their actions or intelligence. He is one of the only Pure One owls that are unafraid of fire; he will even occasionally light his arrows aflame before shooting them at his foes. He can lack strength in his flight and fights, but he compensates for this by having amazing speed and manoeuvres that would run even a Guardian into the ground. He is a great asset to the Pure Ones and enjoys being the second highest owl in the entire army, and will do what it takes to hold both his mate and his authority.
Strengths: Falkner is lighting fast and a master of aviation; his manoeuvres can bamboozle the toughest and smartest foes. He is also, for want of a better word, a genius.
Weaknesses: Falkner can lack physical strength when fighting, and his stamina will not take him more than the span of Tyto to the edge of Ambala without a rest. He is also rather protective of the High Tytoness and will risk the failure of a mission to rescue her from danger, which sometimes displeases her.
History: Falkner’s history is known to barely any of the Pure Ones; just the High Tytoness, the Hgh Tyto's Mate, the highest Pure Guards and Safiya, the owlet trainer. Of course, this means the owlet guard Tutti knows as well, as Tutti and Safiya are sisters in all but blood. Falkner was, in the beginning, a Guardian of Ga’Hoole. He was rescued as an owlet by the Guardians of Ga’Hoole when his home in the Forest Kingdom of Tyto was devoured by a forest fire. Many owlets fell in their attempt to flee the fire because it was Hunting Season; therefore most parents were away hunting for the winter. He was forced to listen and sometimes watch as the raccoons came out to play, feasting on the flightless owlets. Eventually one found him. Its snout was stained with blood, gore and feathers, and he was terrified. It stalked closer; confident it would eat this one too, and knocked Falkner down. Its breath stank of blood, and that was the last straw for Falkner. Unlike other owlets, instead of screaming, Falkner fought back. He plunged his talon into the foul creature’s gum, and it howled. It was unused to having its prey fight. It was furious. Growling, the raccoon lunged forward and sank his fangs deep into the muscle in Falkner’s left wing. A screech of agony called to the Guardian Search and Rescue troops circling ahead, and they swarmed in just as Falkner swiped out the raccoon’s right eye. A Guardian quickly finished the raccoon with a blow to the base of the raccoon’s neck. Falkner was filled with adrenaline but went yeep once it faded. More than fifty owlets were killed that day.
When Falkner woke he was flying over an ocean in the talons of a massive Great Grey Owl. He was so big that in comparison Falkner looked like a fluffy milkberry. Falkner felt the first stirrings of apprehension at being in contact with this ‘great sooty monstrosity’ as he put it. He was confused at why he was here, instead of at home. When he saw the Great Ga’Hoole Tree, he, unlike so many, was not enchanted by its dimensions. He asked why he was here. With a shifty silence, he was told that both his parents were killed. They had been but metres away from his nest, desperate to reach their hatchling, when the fire crowned and killed both of them. He was upset for a while and angry over what he saw as kidnapping.
Falkner soon heard from another owlet, a Spotted Owl named Arya, about an organisation called the Pure Ones. The object of many a horror story, he saw a future. There were rumours of an owl in Ga’Hoole itself who worked for the Pure Ones. Falkner found the owl, Brycen, and through the elderly owl got in touch with the Pure Ones. They were delighted, as they were in need of a new mole, due to Brycen’s imminent death. He was tapped to the Search-And-Rescue chaw, and began passing Ga’Hoolian secrets to the Pure Ones. However, after one year he was found out by another owl. He had no choice but to kill the owl and flee the Great Tree. He flew first to Kuneer, where he forced a Tyto smith to forge him special claws, and a helm, then on to Tyto and the Pure Ones’ retreat. He swept the board with his competition and soon ascended to be the First Officer. A moon later, he removed a decent sized sharpened bone from one of the Pure Ones’ watchtowers, with the High Tytoness’ permission, and forced a snowy owl to turn it into a bow and to make him arrows from juniper wood. He forced the owl to fletch them with her own feathers, and then killed her, returning to the Pure Ones. He holds his bow horizontally, rather than the normal vertical.
In Character
Falkner weaved through the trees, his clawed talons clutching a bone-white bow splattered with red at the edges. His head was shielded by a silver helm. The heartbeat of a mouse, slow and calm, was funnelled into his unevenly placed ear slits. It reached his left ear slit first, so he headed left. Soon the grey, furry creature came into view, nosing at a nut. Falkner lifted his bow and nocked an arrow to it, aiming carefully. As he released it, the mouse turned his head, alarmed by the twanging noise of the string snapping back into place. The arrow impaled the plump rodent directly in the eye; ripping the mouse from the branch and pinning it to the tree behind it, a metre below its starting point because of the angle. Falkner swooped, throwing the mouse into the pouch strapped to his back. He had amassed a large collection of squirrels, rats, mice and gliders by now. He should probably gather some insects for the newborn owlet one of the soldiers had hatched. He found his way to a large rotten log that had bark the consistency of paper, then ripped it open with a tear of his battle claws. Various insects scampered for cover, but he grabbed eleven of them before they escaped. Plenty enough for the young Tyto Alba. He rose out of the forest, the gibbous moon illuminating his helm, casting a sharp spear of light across the black sky that was speckled with tiny glowing points of fire. Suddenly he heard something. Turning, he saw what every Pure One dreaded; a chaw of Ga’Hoolian owls heading for him. Had they seen him? He hid, and they flew straight past them. What? thought Falkner. Then he realised; they were heading for the stronghold! He quickly stashed his bow in the hollow of a tree, then blended in with the ranks of the Guardians. A Spotted Owl tipped her head towards him about a minute after he had slipped into the chaw.
“Have I met you before?”
Oh, Great Glaux, he thought. it’s Arya!
“No, I’ve jus’ been tapped. M’ name’s Lucian.” He answered, stating the name of an owl he had once fought and putting on a heavy accent.
“But I thought all the newies were left at the Tree, weren’t they?” she asked.
Racdrops! he thought.
“Erm... I bargained me way in. Couldn’t stan’ been lef’ behind, ya’ know.”
She stared incredulously.
“That was ridiculously stupid, you know.”
“Yeah, I go’ the impression. Couldn’t help meself. Love ‘da action.”
Arya shook her head. He flew to the head of the group, a pretty Tyto Novaehillondae.
And, knowing how the chaw operated, asked respectfully, “’Scuse me, Loranaryb,” naming the current leader of the chaw, “permission to conduct surveillance on the guards ‘ere?”
“Permission granted.” Lorana replied.
He folded his wings and dropped forward, out of sight. He took a shortcut to the stronghold, he removed his helm so the Pure Ones could see his face
“Get everyone out! The Guardians are coming! Evacuate!” he hooted shrilly. The guards’ eyes widened, then they flew to a large curved metal object and, lifting a hammer, clanged them together. A long gonging sound echoed, accompanied by shrill, high-pitched shrieks into hollow horns beside it. They amplified the sound, and inside the stronghold, a flurry of movement ensured. Safiya and Tutti soared skywards, holding baskets filled with owlets. The Pure Guards swooped by, the High Tytoness and her mate in their midst. The high-ranking Pure Ones shot by in tawny blurs, each holding baskets filled with armour and weapons.
“Wait! Leave me a set of claws and a helm. I have a plan.”
One owl laid aside a set. Within a matter of minutes, the stronghold was empty. He turned to see that the Guardians were almost here. Pasting a look of astonishment on his face, he rejoined the Guardians.
“It’s empty. Not a single scroomsaw here. They must’a known we was comin’.”
“Grr... alright. Return to the Tree, everyone. I need to stay for a second. I’ll catch up.” The owls left. Turning to him, Lorana glared. “Why did I hear the evacuation alert here? I used to be a spy here. I know what it sounds like. I’d say you’re a turnfeather, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. He reacted before she could; with a strike, he split open her head. He dodged backwards to avoid the spray of blood. He quickly located another family of Tytos and, with the female’s screams and the owlets’ wails; he dragged the male from the hollow. He killed him with a slash to the chest. Taking him back to where the spare set of claws and the helm were, he slid the body into the armour. He splashed a bit of the ryb’s blood on his face, cut his wing and just above his left eye a bit then he yelled; “Help! Help!” A Barn Owl among the Guardians heard the cry and they flew back. They were shocked; the young owl Lucian, covered with blood and wounded on his wing and his eye, was holding the body of their ryb. In a hollow voice, he talked to Arya.
“I was tellin' her wha' I’d seen, an' then that owl suddenly lunged outa the woods. He hit Lorana, and then wen' for me. He got'my wing,” he held up his injured wing. “an' I struck back. I... I killed 'im. You were right. I shouldn’ta come.” He hung his head. “I'm leavin' the Guardians. Maybe I’ll travel north an' become a monk.” Arya looked at him, pity on her face, and then called to the largest owl there, a huge screech owl, and he lifted Lorana’s body and they flew off, Arya bidding him goodbye.
Once they were out of earshot, he flew awkwardly up to the horns, his self-inflicted wound hindering him, and sounded a low call. The Pure Ones returned and they bandaged his cuts with moss. He smiled and sent an owl to retrieve his bow from the tree hollow. The Pure Ones were safe. He gratefully slipped into sleep.
Other: He is actually named after the Flying-Type Gym Leader in Pokemon because of his great flight skills. Also, I know that a bow is unlikely, but it’s my job as a nutcase to stand out from everyone. Heh heh heh.
