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Post by asmalyn on Mar 20, 2007 3:58:42 GMT -5
A hot thermal jettisoned up towards the heaven's, lifting great white wings and spreading them. Ruffled in the wind, the snowy plumage expanded to compensate the delicate timing, then allowed a graceful landing on an ancient oak tree the eagle fondly named, Xachial. His steely talon's dug forcefully into the bark for support and his sharp eyes scanned the heavens. Certain that another raptor had not claimed the beautiful territory of Ciryatan, he raised his scythe-shaped beak to the sapphire sky and screamed. This land is mine!
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Post by Amarië on Mar 21, 2007 10:42:18 GMT -5
A sultry down draft carried the vix to the sod of the ground and she surveyed the land before her with sparkling ebon orbs. She ruffled her feathers and smoothed the ones that lay askew against her shoulders. Her head tilted curiously as the sound of an eagle struck her. She preened for a moment and then lifted carefully into the sky. She flew low, flapping furiously to stay aloft, and saw the shining white head in a pine. She cawed, an unattractive sound she knew, to alert him, and settled on a nearby branch. She inclined her head graciously and smiled. "M'lord," she said, sounding much more soft in her speech than in her song, "Is this your land?"
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Post by asmalyn on Mar 26, 2007 22:13:18 GMT -5
Sharp eyes spotted the smaller ebon bird as it lighted on a branch near the source. Asmalyn fluffed his bleached feathers and stared sternly at the raven. " Yes. This is my land. You are welcome to join my flock if you wish." The king dipped his wickedly curved beak in the female's direction, awaiting a response.
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Post by Amarië on Mar 27, 2007 14:14:09 GMT -5
She softened and smiled warmly. "I do, M'lord," She tipped her head again in a small bow. With a soft laugh, she thought of the bird's power, his wings swooping elegantly through the air. Lucky him. She thought angrily of her choppy motion and almost grimaced. She needed a home.
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