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Post by wick on Nov 13, 2013 22:20:03 GMT -6
Amila's gaze was directed down toward the moon blinked owlets as they worked along. Some of them were moon blinked, others just beginning to fall prey to it, and a small few that so far weren't moon blinked. She could easily notice the ones that weren't moon blinked, but she didn't do anything about it. They would all soon be.
Pacing back and forth from her spot, her pale yellow gaze kept itself fixated on the large group. She had heard rumors of a young owlet that they had just arrived some time ago. A Easter Screech owlet that was a rufous morph, male. If this was true, then she would have to check it out. For her brother would be that age by now, last she saw him he was just hatching out of his egg and she got a good look at him. She knew his name as well, so even if the owlet looked like him the name would prove her right...or wrong.
Tuft was in this large group. Working away nervously. His yellow gaze was glancing about, but he was doing his best not to get caught. All he could think about was flying away. Somehow learning, and getting away. Sadly...there was little hope of that.
(OOC: I'm working on Embergious's bio right now and right now Amila doesn't know that he's actually hear. She's just heard rumors of a owlet that she thinks is him has arrived. So, she's not right yet also kind of wrong)
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Post by littlewing on Nov 17, 2013 9:51:44 GMT -6
Nebulous flew over head scanning the large gathering of moon-blinked owlets. As a supervisor it was his job to make sure everyone was doing theirs. He watched the pit.guardians carefully, making sure they were completing there task
(Its me again, im everywhere, you cant escape!)
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 10:54:09 GMT -6
A Big snowy, another pit guardian named Bashtion passed by Amila. Bashtion looked at Amila and gave a small nod, lingered a small bit, then wandered back to his post.
Looking into Amila's crowd, he spotted an owlet that looked very suspicious and nervous, but Bashtion moved on
Looking overhead, a supervisor flew by.
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 12:38:08 GMT -6
Amila did have her gaze on Tuft as she sat there, course she was keeping an eye on the rest of those under her watch. First a supervisor had flown by and she recognized the owl. Although to be honest, she couldn't really care if she did recognize him or not, she still didn't recall his name properly and wasn't even going to bother trying to do so.
Then a fellow Pit Guardian had passed by. She knew this due to hearing the larger owl and turning her gaze to them for a moment to see the nod. Her gaze immediately went back to the owlets. However, a rust red bundle of feathers soon caught her gaze, and she could only help but wonder who they were. Were they her brother?
Tuft was still at work and he hadn't notice the Supervisor nor the other Pit Guardian. How could he? He was still far too worried to know what he should do. Planning an escape would be impossible if he didn't learn how to fly somehow.
The owlet that Amila's gaze landed on that was fixated on a small rust red bundle, was Embergious. Her little brother. And yet the young Eastern Screech owl didn't even know that his older sister was here. He had just arrived and had barely seen a thing before he was ushered into this sea of owlets.
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Post by littlewing on Nov 17, 2013 14:06:19 GMT -6
Nebulous didn´t know what this organization was coming to. The soldiers were so disrespectfull. When he was a pit-guardian you hdt to stand to salute if you were ever even in the presence of a higher rank than you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,0][bg=000000]
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 14:35:01 GMT -6
Still walking to his post, Bashtion's eclipsing eyes scanned, he has spotted a lemming scampering in s crack. Pouncing, bashtion grabbed it and gave it a strong TWACK, killing it.
Turning around, Bastion looked for the suspicious looking owlet, spotting him, he realized the young one wasn't blinked, he was resisting. With his strong legs he threw the scrawny lemming over to the owley
Perfect he thought as the tiny thing landed right beside the owlet, he couldn't tell if the owlet was looking, but he gave a small nod and continued. Hopefully the owley would enjoy blood instead of hard dry crickets.
I have helped another saw whet escape, maybe i can get this one out, someday.
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 14:43:18 GMT -6
Tuft heard something land besides him and looked. What was that? A lemming was it? How had that gotten there? Looking around quickly while trying to avoid being seen, he thought he could see someone. Yes. A good deal away from him, he could see a white owl with some dark colors. If he knew anything about other owls, that would most likely be a snow owl right? The more confusing thing though was that they nodded to him. The young Saw whet didn't understand why and quickly turned his gaze away.
Amila had seen Tuft looking around and she had noticed that the young owlet's gaze had landed on the fellow Pit Guardian. Now why was that? Her gaze went to the snow owl for a moment as she thought it over. However, she returned her attention to the owlets. She had a job to do and she couldn't waste time by asking a older Pit Guardian what they were doing.
Soon her gaze had found it's way to the rust red bundle that she had spied before. It looked like rufuos morph of the Eastern Screech owl like she; save for she was a grey morph. The ear tufts were very visible so she could only wonder. Was that her brother down there? And if so, she would do all she could to make sure he did something with himself besides become moon blinked like the rest of the owlets.
Embergious kept his gaze to what he was doing. Perhaps there were others that were willing to escape like he was. He'd do his best to get as many fellow owlets out at the same time, but there was a problem. Flying. He didn't know how to fly yet and he assumed that many of the owlets here didn't.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 16:32:22 GMT -6
Bashtion had so many thoughts rushing through his head, and his gizzard ached.
Them owlets, if they arn't moonblinked then the must be thinking of escape, i have a feeling.
Bashtion wanted to speak to the unblinked owlets, but how? He would surely be spotted by someone, maybe if they got duties in the pelletorium then they could speak privately when he had his shift there, but what were the chances?
The big snowy gave a saddening sigh, and continued walking very slowly. Depression hit him for a small moment, he couldn't help them, there was only a small chance he would ever even get to see the owlet again in the vast seas of marching owlets.
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Bashtion climbed up to amila and asked, not too kindly and not too rudely, "I need that owlet over there for the pelletorium tomorrow, i need more pickers, i don't have enough."
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 16:41:14 GMT -6
Amila was taken by a little surprise to hear the request the snowy owl had. She turned her gaze to him and then to the Saw Whet owlet that she believed he was pointing to. But she also noticed that the rust red bundle was in that direction as well. She returned her gaze to him.
"Just one?" Amila asked as she two moved her wing in the direction of Tuft and Embergious.
No harm in making sure was there?
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 16:59:23 GMT -6
Bashtion was suprised when Amila asked if he wanted just one
"I could use two or three of them, but I need that little saw whet, he is a very hard worker" Bashtion said, it would be too suspicious to only take one owlet.
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 17:07:25 GMT -6
A sound like 'hmm' left Amila as she glanced down to the two owlets she believed that the two were pointing at with a wing. Bring her wing back to her, her gaze stared at the rust red bundle and the Saw Whet owlet. To her memory, that Saw Whet owlet was born here wasn't it? Well, it should be alright then.
"Very well, take them both. I don't know what use they will be to you there though." Amila said as her gaze went to the male owl. "That rust colored one just arrived though, so you'll have to most likely set the rules down to it."
Amila side stepped so the snow owl could go down and collect his new workers if he wanted to do so now.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 17:19:02 GMT -6
Bashtion gave a swift nod, and screeched torwards the group, calling for the two owlets. The owlets followed him torwards the pelletorium, Bashtion thought he gave them a great deal of stress. Leading them torwards the pelletorium, he took them being a very large stone, this would seclude them.
Glaumora left Bashtions beak as he said "Any questions? Don't worry this isn't a trick".
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 17:24:47 GMT -6
Amila watched the snowy owl take the owlets and returned her gaze to the rest. She wasn't sure why he needed more but oh well.
Tuft nearly jumped out of his feathers when he heard a screech and Embergious stood up straight and looked around. The two youngsters glanced each other and followed the snowy owl. Oh they both had questions but who was to ask first?
"How can we be sure of that?" Embergious asked as he stood there, cocking his head.
"Who are you?" Tuft asked almost immediately after.
So many questions went through their heads but they knew there wasn't enough time.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 17:39:45 GMT -6
So many questions that if the Ablah general knew about this, then the general would be eating hos gizzard on a plate made of his bones.
" First question to be answered, you can't be sure of that, it is dependant on trust., and secomd, My name is Bashtion, you can call me that or either Bash". Bashtion whispered. "I can teach you how to fly, but it will be a very long time, I have so many duties on my shoulders that I don't have enough time to teach you". Swarr looked up at the wintery sky It will be next Fall season when i have enough free time".
Bashtion continued "Numbers mean nothing to me, what are your names?"
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Post by wick on Nov 17, 2013 17:43:44 GMT -6
Embergious wasn't sure about this. Even though he had just arrived, he doubted that any owl that went along with this would actually want it's owlets to escaped. Tuft also shared his uncertainies but there was one thing the two had in common. Wanting to escape.
"I'm Tuft." Tuft answered as he stood there, he glanced at the Eastern screech owlet next to him.
"I'm Embergious." Embergious replied. "Why do you want to teach us how to fly?"
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