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Post by Rylan on Aug 26, 2013 11:07:08 GMT -6
((OOC: Littlewing, you can reply next as Gabjas is at camp.))
Iris swallowed and nodded, then took o the air. Her painted wings lifted her higher and higher, until she could see the owlet. "Over here!" she cried out. She swooped downwards and began to land beside him.
"Are you ok?" she asked the owlet, and to her dismay he seemed not to answer. "Please, there's an owl here to help you." she turned to Claudius.
"Can you help him?" she asked. She wrung her wing tips, and powder fell to the ground. He real brown feathers began to show through, and she quickly patted them over her back so they would become white again.
"Will he be ok?"
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Post by littlewing on Aug 26, 2013 11:18:07 GMT -6
Magnus looked up at an owl he once respected, the huge figure that loomed over him was none other than Claudius. Then it hit him, Claudius didn't know Magnus was running away. The best way to have his revenge and take down saint Aggie's was from the inside, yet the shock on his body made it so he couldn't say nothing.
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Post by Rylan on Aug 26, 2013 16:51:20 GMT -6
((OOC: Let's wait for Gabjas to reply when she gets back from camp. That way she stays involved in the thread.))
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Post by littlewing on Aug 27, 2013 6:00:39 GMT -6
(OOC: Sure)
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Post by Rylan on Aug 27, 2013 11:27:35 GMT -6
((OOC: She'll be back on Saturday, so no posts till then.))
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Post by Gabjas on Aug 31, 2013 19:04:01 GMT -6
Claudius raised a wing calmly. "I'll try my wing at medicine, it's been a while but I recall my lessons well." he said, reaching into a vole fur bag and rummaging about. He removed a roll of gauze and tore off a lengthy strip, wrapping it tightly around the afflicted areas. There were several serious gashes, but this owl -- Magnus, if Claudius recalled correctly -- seemed to be holding up nicely.
"We shall have to get you to a doctor as soon as possible." he stated, turning to Iris. "You there," he addressed her, "please help me take this owl there."
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Post by littlewing on Sept 1, 2013 12:04:03 GMT -6
Magnus winced as they picked him up and carried him back to Saint Aggie's.
He looked up at the female barn owl that stood over him through squinted eyes. Why was she trying to help him when he didn't even know her?
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Post by littlewing on Sept 2, 2013 9:33:34 GMT -6
" N- No " he stammered trying to stand but it ending in a yowl of pain. He guessed this owl was not a guardian, no guardian in the right mind would come within 100 miles of here, she must live a while away to, if she didn't know of the on going war.
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Post by Gabjas on Sept 2, 2013 9:39:40 GMT -6
Claudius carried his share of the weight upon his shoulders, which creaked and groaned like an old tree threatening to topple over at any given moment. They lugged Magnus along until they happened upon two guards, whom were standing at chatting idly as they watched their posts.
"You two!" he barked. The two owls snapped their heads up to him, their eyes wide in shock. It took them a moment to process that he was indeed the Lieutenant, and as they did, they shakily raised their wing to their forehead in salute.
"Yes, sir. Have we done wrong?" one asked. Claudius simply shook his head.
"I need you two to take this wounded owl to the medic, your post will be manned whilst you are absent." he explained, receiving an obedient nod from the two owls, who then relieved his shoulder and the other female owl of the weight. "And you, what is your name?" he asked the female Barn owl.
"Whatever it is, I need you to tag along with them and help as much as you can."
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Post by littlewing on Sept 2, 2013 15:43:15 GMT -6
Magnus felt a terrible pain as Claudius handed him over to the other owls, it was just like saint Aggie's soldiers to be so ruff. As he lay there in the medic he mulled over recent events in his mind, the hatred he felt for the pure ones was escalating, though he was lied to he could feel no hatred toward his home, saint Aggie's, this supriesed him, as the inital shock had made him belive it was saint aggies he wanted revenge on but he was mistaken. He swore to himself that one day he would sever the ties between the pure ones and saint Aggie's, and he new that Claudius would be a valuable allie. He woke with a start "Wow, wow, calm down your alright, you just dozed off that's all" the medic told him, he was all patched up and he began to scan the room, he found that nearby the female owl that he had collided with was standing with a worried look on her face.
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Post by Rylan on Sept 2, 2013 22:00:44 GMT -6
((OOC: I'll move my post to down here, where it makes more sense.))
Iris wrung her wingtips gingerly, careful not to smear the powder. Despite her efforts to remain calm, her mind spun around fretfully. Her talons twitched, her beak was tightly pursed with worry and her powder was drifting off yet again. She sighed, wondering how the Lotus Blossoms would react.
She had been told time and time again that she was much to emotional when thing actually happened, and had no emotion when acting, harping or singing. She had longed to be a singer, but she had been pushed instead into the Amethyst Guild. There she could hide her seemingly imperfect performance in the shadow of the greater, more emotional dancers, and still preform.
She snapped herself to the present when she noticed the young owlet staring up at her with glazed over eyes. She turned bright red under her feathers, having not been the recipient of many stares. Owls always watched the skilled Blossoms, not halfway trained ones like Iris. The look made her uncomfortable, but it was also strangely nice to be noticed for once. She shifted on her talons, then opened her smudged, enamelled beak.
"Can I help you? Do you need anything?"
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