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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 7:29:00 GMT -8
Savre was smitten with the little creature - she loved owls. Especially small ones - they were adorable. She softly clicked her tongue as she continued to pet the animal a time or two more before scritching it over the plumage.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 19:01:42 GMT -8
Isolde was not blind to the interaction between both generals. Before she gave Hayzea an answer, she raised a hand and gestured lightly to Savre and the owl upon her shoulder.
"Before we continue, I believe we might want to let caged birds fly. Shall we grant them this freedom, Queen of House Autumn?"
The speckled owl upon Isolde's shoulder ruffled its feathers, turning to the two queens, waiting with anticipation.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 18, 2018 19:28:25 GMT -8
"Fly, birdies!" She giggles out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 20:48:45 GMT -8
As soon as permission was granted, the white owl zoomed out of the house through one of the windows, looking back to see if the other general would follow. She stood out starkly against the reds and golds of Vivrenyde, as did all of Winter's children. She would not be hard to follow.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 20:54:14 GMT -8
Isolde did not take much time to observe the two owlish fae depart before continuing the conversation between herself and Hayzea. "Do you not believe your decisions to be hasty? There is much time to ponder our current positions. Do you believe that Spring and Summer will fight so vehemently? King Lonan of Summer did not seem so quick to declare his own excitement for war."
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 20, 2018 4:02:04 GMT -8
She chuckles. "That is his weakness! While they hesitate, we will prepare our forces."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 22:40:41 GMT -8
With permission granted Savre looked to find - the owl was gone! Her head whipped around to see the white feathers zip out the window, and she huffed a little. A chase! She tugged the mask down quickly and leapt for the same window, her form shrinking and blinking down to a similar shape as the one that took off in a shower of feathers as she fluttered after the first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 21:33:15 GMT -8
"That was an honest question, Queen Hayzea, because I know of King Lonan. He would like for us to believe that he hesitates. That he dallies. That he wastes his time. This would not be the truth, Queen Hayzea. Still, knowing this, I will think of your proposal, but I will not make a decision right away. Though our houses may be related, our nature rivals one another in more ways than one."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 21:33:31 GMT -8
Seeing that she was now being pursued, something of a smile came to the owl's face. She zoomed forward, flitting up into the winding branches of the great red tree of Vivrenyde, taking lefts, rights, up, down! She squeezed through tight spots that would challenge the other fae, and at some point shook a branch just ahead to try and drop a mess of twigs, seeds, and leaves onto Savre.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 6:00:42 GMT -8
She had a feeling that this wasn't just an owl, but that only made her all the more eager to chase! She was relatively sharp in keeping up on turns and flights - however, it was the precise flight through branches that would be a problem. Her owlish form was fluffy. Very fluffy. And it made her a little bigger despite being a small bird.
She ascended to swoop between three thin branches that made an angular hoop - and instantly became stuck rather than making it through. The branch swayed and weaved from the momentum and finally slowed to hang just a little lower from the new weight within the twigs. Savre huffed and fluffed right up in irritation and wiggled, finding that she was not getting out this way.
The shower of leaves and debris only added insult to the injury. Her little claws flailed miserably as she squirmed and struggled to wiggle out, finding she was firmly wedged in this little trap.
... how embarrassing...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 20:02:09 GMT -8
Seeing that Savre had become stuck, the owl looped back around toward the other general. She swooped up into the air, just above a branch. As she did this, the feathers of the owl, its eyes, its talons, it all opened up, and out hopped a woman. It was much like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, the way it was performed.
The woman in question was nearly as pale as the feathers of the owl that now sat atop her head like silvery tresses down to her knees. Blue paint adorned her lips and made patterns on her cheeks. She was thin and wiry, but with enough muscle to wield the wicked spear sheathed onto her back. She grinned at the other owlfae before her, kneeling down.
"It seems you could not keep up, but I do not blame you. Among my many names, I am known as the Cutting Wind." She laughed, but then held a hand out to Savre. "But you may call me Thena. Do you need help?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 4:54:10 GMT -8
Savre stared with her wide owl eyes at Thena, unable to leer in this form. The hand nearby was a temptation, and she would snap her beak at the fingers with a small series of chirps in a mild gesture - playfully aggressive, and a bit too prideful to ask for help.
Instead, she continued to wiggle and flail about, fluffing up even more and losing a number of feathers in the process.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 19:41:54 GMT -8
Thena laughed once more, pulling her hand back in mock fear before grabbing the branch and pulling it free from Savre's wings, giving her room to move her wings. "So you are the general of the Autumn House, yet I do not think we have met before. I have not been a member of Winter for long, either."
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Mar 29, 2018 0:29:19 GMT -8
"That was an honest question, Queen Hayzea, because I know of King Lonan. He would like for us to believe that he hesitates. That he dallies. That he wastes his time. This would not be the truth, Queen Hayzea. Still, knowing this, I will think of your proposal, but I will not make a decision right away. Though our houses may be related, our nature rivals one another in more ways than one." "He wastes time with his schemes!" She snaps. "Think on it and get back. In the meantime, the House of Autumn will be preparing."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2018 7:24:59 GMT -8
As soon as the branch came loose Savre flapped her wings madly to try and straighten out for a sudden flight as she fell from the natural trap. However there was little room to try and take flight once more and she made a quick shift, her form shifting and near instantly shedding feathers in a single molt to become a cloak of owl feathers - her hands latching onto a branch as she fell to stop herself from descending much farther. With a little effort, she pulled herself up onto the limb and settled herself on a delicate crouch with the mask still drawn down to hide her face.
Her chin would tip up to allow her to peer up at the Winter general, her scarred arm revealing from the cloak as she then pushed the mask up atop her head to reveal the curious stare of the Fae. "Nooooo, I'm very new. Hay-yay just offered me the position when she saw my arm - no idea what for. I figured why not," she replied with a shrug.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 14:42:42 GMT -8
"As will the House of Winter," replied Isolde, turning to leave. "Farewell, Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde."
The Winter Queen barely got to the door before it was hastily opened, a conundrum of fae yelling outside. From the screams, she picked out the word "fire" and "pines." The she-fae gave one look at Treasach, which was enough of a signal for the dullahan to storm off on his skeletal horse, toward the Rumbling Pines. Shortly after, she let off a high whistle, beckoning Thena.
Isolde turned back to Hayzea. "It would seem there is an assault on our territory. Shall we deal with it together?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 14:48:06 GMT -8
"Well then, hello, Very New," teased Thena. "We will have to talk over a meal, sometime. If you're like the others of your house, then I assume you won't refuse such an offer."
Before she could continue to bicker to Savre, the whistle caught her attention. She looked up, in the direction of the sound. Beyond it, her eyes widened. "Savre, General of Autumn, I do believe we have a problem brewing. Let us convene with our respective Queens and take care of it," the skinwalker suggested, swooping back up into the feathers of the owl and taking its shape once more. She zoomed down into the branches and found a perch on Isolde's arm.
"Go," commanded her Queen. "Do what you must."
And thus, Thena flew, hoping that the other owl fae wouldn't be far behind.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Apr 1, 2018 22:48:48 GMT -8
"As will the House of Winter," replied Isolde, turning to leave. "Farewell, Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde." The Winter Queen barely got to the door before it was hastily opened, a conundrum of fae yelling outside. From the screams, she picked out the word "fire" and "pines." The she-fae gave one look at Treasach, which was enough of a signal for the dullahan to storm off on his skeletal horse, toward the Rumbling Pines. Shortly after, she let off a high whistle, beckoning Thena. Isolde turned back to Hayzea. "It would seem there is an assault on our territory. Shall we deal with it together?" "But of course." She says with a smile, flitting towards. "Tenanye, make sure Hazel and you stay safe." She shouts, before flying. She waves a hand at a general of hers, across the yard, who moves to calm the fae down. She follows Isolde
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 8:30:46 GMT -8
Savre was a little confused by the whistle that suddenly pierced the air, but the sudden round of motion caught her attention. Her queen and the Wintery were leaving in a haste, as well as the dullahan. Though she wasn't fond of the creature, she had to follow her queen. Again the mask came down, and a leap brought her to a fall into a graceful glide as her form shifted once again - another owl on the wind headed for... fire? Her sensitive nose could smell smoke.
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