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Nov 25, 2009 18:49:52 GMT -5
Post by Tavia Twitter on Nov 25, 2009 18:49:52 GMT -5
Tavia quickened her pace when she saw the treehouses high above a ways ahead. It was the first sign of life she'd seen since leaving her tribe. She was surprised at how close the two were, and wondered why this barbarian species didn't invade her home. They were rumored to be savage people, with no sense of community and acted on their own accord. She ran through her leaving tips, given to her from friends and family who wished her farewell on her way out. First tip was to blend in. If she didn't act frightened, they wouldn't notice her there. They were huge, and frightening, and would be able to sense her fear if she didn't keep it within her. She worked at keeping this in check, keeping her head held high and her back straight as she made her way to the little ground city that slowly became made visible. Tip two was to avoid conversation until she knew what she was working with. This, of course, wasn't hard since she wasn't the most talkative to start with. Finally she stopped, her eyes focusing on the "savage and intimidating" face of a child. The mother ushered the boy along, and he glanced over his shoulder at Tavia as he stumbled forward, raising one arm to point at her and say something to his strict movitator. The mother glanced back with an apologetic smile, ignoring whatever he had said and going along her own business.
Tavia was startled. These weren't the same creatures she had imagined and learned about in study. Or, were these something else? Was the worse about to come? She stopped in place and took time to glance in her surroundings, trying to make eye contact with anyone, despite her farewell warnings.
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Nov 25, 2009 21:02:06 GMT -5
Post by Hawk on Nov 25, 2009 21:02:06 GMT -5
From behind a large base of a tree, a small cloaked figure crept out. The sporadic patches of sunlight that came through the trees barely highlighted its body, making its identity more mysterious. It was the size of a small human child, however, and walked like one. It stood in front of Tania’s path of travel up ahead for a while, staring at her, until it turned to look at the ground, fell to its knees and shifted its fingers through the dirt. It acted in a emotionless, almost robotic way, and kept its head tilted in a position where it could still see Tania. [/center]
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Nov 25, 2009 22:14:01 GMT -5
Post by Tavia Twitter on Nov 25, 2009 22:14:01 GMT -5
Tavia stared at it, not really sure if this was normal behaviour for these species. Her ear twitched, listening to see if it was saying anything. When she heard nothing, she continued forward. Still not hearing anything as she approached it, she stopped a couple feet away and stared down at the "boy".
She didn't say anything though. Something still creeped her out about it, but she couldn't place what it was. She hoped it would get up and walk elsewhere, and considered taking a different path. Finally deciding the silence was creepier than talking should be, she asked, "Are you lost?" and waited for a response.
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Nov 25, 2009 22:47:29 GMT -5
Post by Hawk on Nov 25, 2009 22:47:29 GMT -5
The boy’s hand dug deeper into the moist soil. It had rained early in the morning, so it wasn’t surprising when a worm slithered between his fingers. Immediately, the boy clenched it in his palm and jolted back up onto its feet. His head was still drenched in shadow, and there was black curls sprouting from the sides of the hood keeping the girl from a good look at his face. But as the boy reached out, the hand with the worm outstretched to Tavia, he pulled back the cover and let his profile show completely..
His face wasn’t human at all. He had the face of a bird with white, black and brown feathers and tiny beady eyes painted on wood. The messy hairdo seemed real- or at least in motion- but the rest of his head seemed cold.. But not frightening. The bird boy thrust the worm closer to her, insisting without words.
Crrnch A boy dug into an apple on a high branch above them, delighting in the sweet taste of the fruit. He looked down, swallowed, and- without much warning- flung through the leaves and soared down to the ground. Thankfully, he landed safely, momentarily stuck in a crouching position to deal with the shock. Then he jumped up and regained dignity, strolling over to the boy and saying, “Sparrow, Sparrow.. Sparrow!” The new arrival tilted his eyes to the side. Simultaneously, Sparrow turned his head as if glancing at the person behind him. The older boy ruffled the strange child's hair, making him flinch down and try to push the hand away. “How many times do I have to tell you? Only birds eat those. This lady there..” he looked at the Margay Fur with a reassuring gaze- “She would eat something like this.” He pointed to his crimson red apple, and in this pause noticeably breathed in and out. Sparrow rose and lowered his head in synch. “Good boy.” The boy bit into his fruit and patted the small boy’s head as he finished his portion.
“Hello, miss.” He held his arm out, wishing to shake hands. “I’m Hawk, and this is Sparrow. Hope we didn’t shock you, this tyke here’s totally harmless.” [/center]
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Dec 6, 2009 19:08:04 GMT -5
Post by Tavia Twitter on Dec 6, 2009 19:08:04 GMT -5
She jumped back at his sudden movement, stopping short to watch the small insect squirm in his fingers. She didn't know what to do. Was he offering to her? Why would she want a worm? She narrowed her eyes to try and see his expression. When she couldn't see anything but a mess of hair, she started to worry. This thing was creepy enough without concealing himself.
She was getting ready to bolt around the creepy child when he pulled back his cover, and she got a good look.
Being an Anthropomorph, Tavia's first assumption was he was of the bird race. Which was weird, since they stayed away from her kind. Instictual issues, and all. She opened her mouth to question the boy about the location of his clan, coming up with, "Why-" before jumping back once again by the sudden, and rather rude arrival of another boy. Her heart was pounding as she listened to them talk. Was this boy another anthropomorph? She didn't see anything until the conversation was abruptly directed at her.
This is when she had to decide to listen to the warnings or ignore them. Something about these two reminded her of her own home, and their names were.. odd for a group with no connection to the bird people she knew of. "Actually you did startle me." She started, rather shortly, and then jumped to be more polite, since she still didn't know anything about them, "But it's okay. Are you of a tribe, or do you live in this.. place?"
She was never one to beat around what she wanted to know, and was quick to ask the question that was really on her mind.
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Dec 8, 2009 22:43:22 GMT -5
Post by Hawk on Dec 8, 2009 22:43:22 GMT -5
Hawk held out his hand until it wobbled, twitching his eyes in a quick, frustrated manner as she spoke on without a proper introduction. The boy lowered himself into a crouching position, almost level with his smaller friend. "Tribes?" Hawk repeated scathingly, before biting into his suculent fruit and dropping his attitude. "Mm, nah, in these parts those don't exist. Maybe wilder places, but.. Meh." He paused to swipe some juice that was slithering down his chin. "Well, we just have a neighborhood of treehouses here. See? Look!"
Hawk pointed upwards, but didn't bother to look. He'd seen it a million times before. Sparrow, on the other hand, seemed quite amazed with the housing as he leaned back at adangerous angle. As Hawk predicted quietly to himself, it wasn't long before the little bird boy fell backwards into the dirt. For a moment, Sparrow laid there inanimately, limbs sprawled out and hair in all different directions.
But eventually he did rise, looking around like a confused hatchling unused to the world without a shell. Before Hawk had reacted to his tumble, he had quickly uttered, "Curious, why did you think we lived in a tribe? Was it the tree..?" He had then turned to his comrade, laughed, "Silly Sparrow!" and lent him a hand to support him back up. Both of them raised, Hawk brushing dirt off the both of them. [/center]
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