Fleece came out of the shop the rain a nice break from the heat inside. Putting down his hammer, Fleece paced a little bit to keep his circulation moving, after all he wouldn't want to be sore when he got back to work. Closing his eyes, Fleece stood quietly for a second, that is until the back of his right arm started to burn.
Fleece gasped, grabing at his arm and inspecting for damage, and so he didn't notice the pure white falcon swoop down. Fleece looked up and jumped at the giant bird in front of him. Frowning he said, "Shoo! You don't belong here, go back to where you came from." Fleece certainly didn't expect the falcon to answer back.
I am Kalin. It was soft a boys voice and Fleece looked around as if he thought there was a different source. Slowly his eyes trained back on the falcon. "What are you?" He whispered.
I am a falcon. Come with me. Get on my back. Fleece shook his head wildly. There was no way he would get on this - this beast's back.
Wolf rode his horse back home constantly trying to remove the frown on his face. A whole day of yelling at cadets was tiring. All he wanted to do was go home and relax.
While thinking of what book to read, a giant bird swooped from the sky and picked him up.
"Whoha what is this, Get me down!"
After Wolf stopped struggling a loud voice entered his mind. I am Ond, I don't feel like answering any questions now. As Wolf flew to the Old High Council he felt a strange merging feeling, like he and the bird were one.
(alright, ok she can have a nasty temper, like TERRIBLE. She also can be detached. Has a hate for elvish things, and is deeply prejudiced against them. Also can I just have ears SLIGHTY pointed? like just a little point, I want her to seem mostly human.)
Moth was surprised- and that was unusual, because Moth was rarely ever surprised.
The falcon tilted its head at her, as if peering quizzically at the small elf’s room. Moth peered back. It was a large falcon- incredibly large. It sat silently on her windowsill, just looking. It hadn’t said anything, it had thought something.
The falcon “spoke” again. Its voice was deep and rumbly, calm and composed. Moth’s instincts took over. She slung her bow and quiver over her shoulder, tightened her boots, and closed her eyes.
Moth murmured, sliding her small frame over the falcon’s wing. Somehow, her fate was tied to this moment, she could feel it; She never looked back. As the falcon flew into the rain, Moth barely noticed the storm, the burning in her hand, or the voice in her that said:
I am Ele. I am choosing you.
Corin sat trying to relight her fire from the dropping rain. she didn't usually complain about weather, but this was just terrible. If it was any colder. she swore it would be snowing. Just as she stood and admired her work, she heard the thunder of ..... wings? She opened the door to her treehouse and was greeted by a large, phoenix like bird. It clacked its reddish brown/black beak and leaned forward. Corin stumbled back. She had seen large birds in the wild, big enough to ride! The bird's talons clacked on the creaking boards. Corin stared into it's.... his great eyes. She glanced at warily, but her hand forward and stroked its beak once. A fiery pain, warm and tingling, like a fresh summer blaze, shot up and through her body. Hello. I am Naur, said the large bird. Naur? Why can hear you in my mind? The falcon chuckled and motioned with his beak to his back. On, I find you humans so interesting to observe.
Interesting to observe? Your a sight to be seen feather brain.
The bird chuckled again as they soared off into the cold dark, rainy night.
I hope I know what I'm getting into....
Bella was making her way back through the woods, her hood pulled high covering her head, though she was already soaked to the bone. The dense trees all around her did well in catching most of the rain, but not enough to keep those below dry. She’d been out that night to visit her friends, and go for a walk to get rid of the paranoia the day brought with it, letting her mind rest. The night was high, but the forest was visible due to the partially full moon shining through the gaps in the tree branches.
Suddenly, the forest in front of her became obscured by darkness, all traces of moonlight gone. Two pinpricks of light continued to shine however, like the moon had concentrated all her light into these two small, glowing orbs.
A voice whispered. Her eyes widened, someone had just spoke to
her, in her mind!
Belladonna. My name is Ithil.
The voice was that of a women, wise and seemingly ageless. From the darkness a shape came forward, that of a giant falcon. The darkness that had seemed to cover the forest in front of Bella was actually the midnight black of the giant birds feathers. The color was unbroken and deep, like it was leeching all the light around it. Belladonna reached a hand out in front of her slowly, going to feel Ithil’s beautiful feathers. The creature bowed it’s head slightly, bringing her back to a level where Bella could get on.
Come daughter of night, get on my back.
Almost entranced by the beautiful creature, and the gentle yet stern voice in her mind, she complied without a thought.
The rain was something Umbra enjoyed. He sat mostly dry under a tree thick with branches and leaves, only letting a little bit of water through, and not in all places. He watched the droplets as they fell, deep in thought as he usually was in such times.
With all the thoughts about his mind, he didn't notice the sound of beating wings as Sira landed. But soon his eyes came upon the magnificent bird. Her brown and gold feathers were such a sight, and her powerful beak was both intimidating and entrancing.
Umbra stared at the bird in silence a moment, wondering if perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks. Perhaps he fell asleep and was dreaming, or maybe a branch fell and hit him in the head. He was uncertain.
A little time passed and Sira watched him in silence, waiting. He was the one she chose. Finally, Umbra stood, very careful and slow. He approached her, and she did not seem to startle or strike out. She was accepting, which made him wonder. He slowly brought his hand up, palm facing her.
As he approached Sira moved just a little and pressed the smooth of her beak into his palm. Umbra yelped at the searing pain in his hand and looked down at it, eyes going wide. "What?"
*I am Sira, Falcon of time. You, Umbra, must come with me.* The large bird moved as if to kneel, making it so he could climb onto her back.
Umbra stared a moment longer, but Sira was a patient falcon. She allowed him to digest. Finally, he climbed onto her back, feeling drawn to her. Hang on tightly. *The ride may be rough in the storm.* And witht hat, they took off.
((I forgot to mention my marking's place!
Marking: The symbols of a waxing, full, and waning mood on the back of her neck. There are a number of smokey swirls surounding, and coming off the marking, rounding her shoulders and coming down her arms, stopping just above her wrists.))
Mynqui knelt down by the stream. No one ever came down this way--there was nowhere to sit, and the view wasn't particularily amazing. It was just a little brook, after all, but the noise of the water soothed her, as did the lack of company.
There was something going on with the elven kingdom, but she didn't think it affected her. She had adopted her parent's philosophy on this matter: the individual comes first, responsibility to community second. She may not be an amazing soldier, but she was smart enough to survive on her own. If the kingdom fell, it wouldn't be her problem.
/Are you sure about that?/ a mystic voice called from around her. Mynqui instinctively glanced all around her, but didn't see anything. She dismissed it as a product of her imagination, and stared into the water to meditate.
A falcon was reflected in the water, right behind her own mirror image.
Mynqui whipped around, and stared into the eyes of the falcon behind her. "What's going on?" She asked, more in a demanding tone than a questioning one.
/All will be explained. Climb on/
Mynqui immediately began formulating arguments in her head: How did she know it wasn't a trap? Or an elaborate joke? She would need more of an explanation than that.
/It's ok if you don't think you can handle it. I can find someone stronger/
Mynqui glared at the falcon, who seemed to be ignoring her now. She leaped up and roughly climbed atop the falcon, holding her head high.
/Well, I supposed you'll have to do/ The falcon mused merrily. Mynqui didn't want to admit it, but the simple trick of reverse psychology had worked.
"What's your name?" she asked the creature as they soared into the air.
/Ear. Nice to meet you, Mynqui./ As the falcon said this, she looped in the air, taking Mynqui by surprise and forcing her to grab gracelessly onto Ear's torso. Mynqui's cheeks burned with embarassment at her lack of dignity. This falcon seemed to be able to find every way to get under her skin.
They would get along just fine.
Galen was sitting under the protection of the tree branches in the forest. She was right at the edge, however, and could see clearly out into the large field that was near. She had been traveling all day and hadn't really come across anyone, which was strange for her because she always ran into someone.
Galen was also excited. She had had another dream- the one about the bird. It had woken her up hours before sunrise, but she hadn't been able to sleep after that.
She had a feeling. A feeling that she would finally find out what that dream meant.
At first, she thought the sound of wings was the wind, or a fresh wave of rain. Soon, she realized it was getting closer and a shadow loomed over the edge of the forest.
The large bird landed and Galen lept to her feet- a hand over her mouth. At once a burning sensation pained her hand. She started to look at it- shocked it hurt so much- when the voice penetrated her mind.
You must come with me.
Galen froze and looked up at the bird. "Is...is it you I've been searching for?"
The falcon nodded- its brown and greem plunage sparkling with the falling water. It is time you faced your fate, Galen Aswinikumar.
Galen didn't hesitate, though a thousand questions raced through her mind. Tucking her sore hand into her pocket she pulled her cloak around her and then ran to the falcon.
She allowed her to climb up, settle down, and hold on before taking off.
The rain peirced Galen painfully, but she ignored it. She felt determined and excited. She knew she was finally discovering her destiny.
Sira swooped down and landed right next to Rina, squawking loudly to announce her arrival. She liked unsettling the others at times. Umbra waited a few seconds to be sure they were on the ground and carefully slid off, groaning at a bit of soreness that lingered. He was freezing.
He noticed other falcons landing, with elves. He recalled some legend or the other about ten falcons. There were ten, right? He frowned and looked at the ones who had already landed. His eyes landed on Mith, who seemed just as sore. "Uh, hello." He said quietly.
That is Rina and her chosen rider. Sira's voice told him. He grimaced, knowing it'd take time to get used to that voice in his head. He looked around once more, trying to figure out where they were. But he spent so much time in his head he didn't pay much attention when it came to schooling, and therefore he knew very little about the place, or the falcons.
Ear landed gently, and Mynqui was surprised to see two other falcons nearby.
/They are other riders, like you/
Mynqui scoffed at this. Right, they were "like her". Maybe in the fact that they were all elves with falcons, but that's where the similarities ended.
Ear nudged Myqui gently from behind with her beak. /come now, you have more in common than you think/
Mynqui considered this, but still didn't think it wise to talk to them. She conspicously turned her back on the circle and started looking intently at Ear's feathers. She hadn't noticed before, what with her shock at seeing a falcon, but this creature was very beautiful.
/why thank you, you're not too bad yourself/ Ear chuckled.
"Wait, are you reading my thoughts? I thought you were just good at guessing or something..."
/no, I am communicating telepathically with you. And only you. We're connected in a special way, so don't worry, you can trust me/
Mynqui wasn't sure about that.
The falcon, She had found out during their flight her name was Coia, landed next to three other large birds. Galen was soaking wet, but still excited, there were others?
She slid off of her bird gracefully, but landed kind of awkwardly. She didn't feel sore, like she had imagined she would, in fact she felt entergized and good.
Galen and Coia went to the others. Coia made a chirp-like noise to the othe falcons in a greeting and Galen smiled at the other elves...or at least the two elves and a really tiny elf.
Was he a child? No. She didn't think so- his face was that of a young adult.
"Hello." Galen greeted them.
Kalin ruffled his feathers indignatnly, Lets go already, we are going to be late! Fleece bit his lip, stareing at the huge falcon. "Why would I go with you? I don't even know anything about you!" Kalin seemed to frown at him and Fleece shrunk under the gaze. "Please tell me what is going on." He said in a small voice. It's not my place to explain, come on, we will be late. Kalin rested his head on Fleece's shoulder and Fleece touched Kalin's feathers. There was a small tingle in his hand as if there was energy working it's way through Kalin's body. Not really believe that he was saying this, Fleece said, "I'll go."
He clambered onto Kalin's back and they took off. Fleece screamed for a couple minutes before he relizes that it acutaly felt good. With a smile, he was quiet the rest of the way there. Once Kalin landed, Fleece slithered off his back. Looking at the other elves, Fleece pressed his back against Kalin's feathers. You're fine. They are like you in that their falcon's chose them. Kalin tapped Fleece's head with his beak, then nuddged him foward.
Mynqui glanced over at the person who said "hello". Without any emotion, she answered, "greetings" and immediately turned back to Ear.
/Other people are worthy of notice, as well/ Ear advised, giving Mynqui a cold stare.
Mynqui didn't answer, continuing to silently inspect Ear's feathers. She wasn't used to being confronted, wasn't used to having someone know what she was thinking. She supposed she would just have to get used to it, since there apparantly wasn't anything she could do.
Moth Slid off Ele as the falcon landed at the edge of a stone circle. Around the circle were more falcons, falcons much more unusual and grand than Ele. She surveyed the elves that stood beside each falcon. A small Halfling, A mean looking girl with black hair, and a really tall blond elf were just a few of the strangers that stood in the ring with her.
Moth gathered that they had been “chosen” too. She supposed this was incredibly significant, but Ele had remained relatively quoiet on the subject of what exactly they were doing here. Moth felt very vulnerable- everyone was sizing each other up. All eyes seemed to be on her.
Ele stayed unhelpfully silent, just tilting his head at her and ruffling his feathers while Moth stood awkwardly on a moss-covered stone.
Wolf's landing was highly unheroic. He was still 5 feet in the air when the falcon dropped him.
"Ouch" Wolf grunted after he hit the ground. Looking around there were a bunch of other falcons and people, one of them looked like a dwarf. Right after he had gotten up, Ond swooped in with a magnificent landing that almost made him fall over again. That was fun. His mind said. He would have to get use to that.
"I'm Copper Telemnar, call me Wolf, ouch."
Marking: long swooping red swirls on her right shoulder Corin peered through the rain. She could see the outline of other falcons, and she set her jaw anxiously. They were all elves, and she swallowed her apprehensiveness, they all had falcons right? She had never gotten friends because people thought of her as an outlaw almost. Never he soft touch of a parent, or the laugh of a peer, just herself in the woods. Naur gave a low rumble, which Corin mistook for thunder at first. They were heading towards a circle of stones. Thier were other elves there, all skinny and perfect. Corin frowned and clenched a fist, but prepared for the impact onto the stone. The more time between he sight of her he overs the better
(Ok can naur be the youngest of all the falcons and be he trickster to????)
In answer to Mith's question, Mynqui proudly announced herself. "You may call me Mynqui. I don't suppose you know why we were summoned here?"
/patience, Mynqui, you'll know soon enough/ Ear whispered, looking at My qui affectionately. /you needn't worry/
Mynqui began stroking Ear meditatively, trying to take her mind off things. This could no longer be a prank, or a simple errand. As more falcons flew in, her tension grew higher.
/Mynqui, I chose you because I knew you could handle this. Just let it flow.../