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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:19 pm
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Not all B'alam were as fortunate as the woven-adults. Some were woven at an earlier, more vulnerable stage of life. With only the most basic of instincts, they were left for the world to shape rather than shaping the world for themselves. Some the weaver saw as shapers, others were meant to be shaped before they could contribute to the grand design. Every kind and sort was needed to strengthen the bonds that would one day lay the foundation...
But James didn't know that.
He knew he was hungry. He knew he was alone. He knew he knew very little beyond that. His name had been imprinted in his mind but that was about it. The first days of waking were rough learning experiences and a lot of scraped paws. He learned how to climb to escape a larger moving shadow. He learned how to duck and hide, keeping very still when the sun set and the night woke. He learned where to drink and how, that he could catch the little crunchy things that darted out from under rocks and eat them. At one point, he learned he could eat the little fuzzy things with bald tails too.
They were good but they were hardly filling. After dealing with the bones and fur there was less than a mouthful of meat to be had. He found himself nibbling on anything to stop the raw ache in his belly, even on the roots of several trees and bushes. Not a good idea. Earthy and gritty wasn't his sort of flavor by a long shot. Unfortunately, earthy and gritty was just what he was.
Too many attempts at trying to use his wings, learning his claws, and scraping under rocks and fallen logs had left him dirty and uncomfortable. At least the sun was due up in only a few hours. The morning birds were already beginning to chirp and stir in the trees. Cautiously, the cub poked his head out of the small shrub he had found shelter in and took a few slow steps forward. His dirty, dew covered wings pressed in close as he lifted his large ears and moved them slowly, listening. The birds continued to chirp. The shadows kept right where they were.... it seemed safe enough.
Shaking off the dew from his back, James moved forward, stepping into a sliver of late moonlight. Perhaps he'd be lucky and nab himself a few mice...
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:25 pm
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Soaring above and though the clouds, Hook wobbled slightly as his wings attempted to straightened out in a glided.
Wind Ba'lam took a glance down at what was the hindrance of his flight pattern. A curved peice of metal that paturdied elegantly at the base of a stub that a paw use to be attached to, was the cause of his 'drunken flight.' The metal of the hook, gleamed in the fading moon light-and was still vary much a bother to get use too while flying. It's weight had been greater then his paw and threw a 'iron' in flying. It was going to take some getting use too.
With a balancing flap, Hook wobbled to a smoother glide, before turning his head to his best mate.
'Dunken' was too a odd word, one he had unwittingly came up with after he had 'drunken' too much of that rich magical brew Chronos had concocted. Tripping over paws, it was the only 'educated' thing he could say in place of 'I might have drank too much' as he trip over paws and slurs. It seemed like the best sort to explain such a sensation. 'Drunk' and 'drunken'...curiously it too was how the name of the drink 'rum' came up, when Jolly at the time tried to say 'yum'.
Ah such pleasurable fun times, when rum was used to discribe 'yum'.
"Gah." Killian grumbled, as he brought the hook up slightly. "I am still getting use to this Blasted thing!" The airborn Balam called over to his Friend Chronos. No doubt he would have something to say about his wibble-wobble flight pattern.
The dark pattern's of the earth bellow gave evadence to more shape as the evening started to fade into light. They would have to turn back soon, his friend Chronos could only be out for a bit longer, and they had still yet to find any suplies for their hand schem.
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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:38 pm
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The cub slank out, padding through the under brush and over risen roots. He could smell water nearby, there was a small stream. He remembered seeing fish there....and there were quite a few vole holes in the dirt. Maybe if he dug at them a bit, he'd find the juicy little critters hiding deep underground. The cub froze as a flicker of movement jumped out of the otherwise still landscape. He dropped to his belly, his wings pressed in close and his ears flattened back against his skull.
A small, fat beetle waddled up the blade of a leaf. Its deep blue shell caught the dim moonlight, sending an arch of silver off of its back. He licked his maw and took a slow step forward. The beetle turned, opened its back, and launched into the air on a pair of shimmering wings.
James jumped at it, swiped at the air, and watched it buzz off. Chestfallen, the cub turned himself about. Something moved again. This time the shadow was massive. The cub bristled, his fur rising up off his shoulders and back. His wings flared out, puffing up to make him look twice as large. "....what are you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:15 pm
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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:45 am
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Hook's keen ears, turned toward his friend. Listening closely, the B'alam once more swayed about finding a grace of wind. As he did, Killian felt his eyes roll slightly. Forgot get about it? Oh yes, that was a wonderful idea. Just forgot that not too long ago, you had your paw snapped off by a blasted chrocodille named Gabriel. However, as much as he hated to admit it- the folly was all his own-and the punisment extreme it was deserved...
Hook, was just lucky to have a best mate like Chronos.
An ear swivled once more to his Friend. Landing...right, lucky for Killian hadn't taken such a thing into consideration. Chrono's was right, It was going to be...adventurous, indeed.
Eyes turned downward, to the dark shapes of the Earth. Killian had a hard time noticing anything-his eye sight not being that great in the night.
"At your lead then, Mate." Hook answered, knowing he could keep Chrono in sight. His wings prepared for a swoop and dive.
A first landing, he was not looking forward too.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:54 pm
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Cain remained unmoved while the young cub begun to puff. Even as the insults were tossed his way, there were like water on a duck's back. What did the words of a little cub mean to him? He was new to this world and knew nothing of what he spoke. As for his wings...
Cain stretched them out wide for the cub to glance at. With them stretched to their fullest the dark b'alam seemed to be twice the size he was just moments ago. Perhaps it was for the sick satisfaction of seeing the cub's eyes widen in fear? Or the further attempt by the cub to be brave. Regardless, Cain would be taking him by force or willingly.
"My wings can carry me further than any wing made of feather." He responded stoically.
"So you say... What do you know about the world around you?"
Cain's lips pulled back enough for the young cub to get a good glance at the long and obviously very sharp fangs just waiting for a taste of blood.
"What do you truly know of danger?"
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Chronos gave a laugh to the uncomfortable response from his friend. Well, he didn't expect it to be easy. The lad did lose a paw not too long ago. This was to be a learning experience, which was going to be the fun part. Actually having to go through the landing, not so much.
But, true, he would have to go first. Just in case he needed to 'help' his friend not dive-bomb the world and possibly lose something else. It would be a shame. Chonos was quite fond of his friend.
"Alright, be careful now, remember to distribute your weight!" He called just before tucking his wings and beginning the decent.
He didn't want to land too close to whatever it was down there. This would allow any quick corrections Hook needed in his own landing, and a recovery period in case whatever it was was dangerous. Chronos could fight, but he would rather avoid anything too dangerous for Hook's sake. Not that he wasn't confident in his own abilities. Just didn't want to put Hook in a bad position.
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[ Radical Dreamer ] rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 8:43 am
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(1-2 broke something. 3-5fail. 5-10 super clumsy. 10-15 clumsy 15-18 not bad 18-20 nailed it.)
Distributed weight....
That was the thing! wind B'alam where not accostumed to weight, except what they 'procured' from others. What was it, maybe if he thought the hook attached to his stumpy paw was nothing more then a snatched item. That was it!
Eyes turned to watch Chronos tuck and dive down to the earth. What he could make out of his silver mane, fading into dark. Taking in a deep breath, the B'alam sure didn't care about the dark...the fobia was better now that he was best mates with a dark clan, and he hoped a few others someday if they managed to not be so...vengeful toward him. He hoped they could at lease cope to work together.
Fanning out his wings in a glide, Hook paused in the air in a unsure wobble. His tail remained outward and stright for a perfect natural rutter.
His thoughts lifted the lantern that dangled on his tail, (tokeep the light behind them and not hindering his friends sight too much.) The light lifted by some unseen set of paws and its handle rested at a hang on his hook.
Hmm, that was rather handy...
Moving the lanterns light focus, the B'alam's own wing tucked and he turned downward toward the earth. Comming in for a landing after Chonos.
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[ Radical Dreamer ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 10:50 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 1:12 pm
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