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Post by Remiscine on Nov 27, 2005 17:04:36 GMT -5
Quiann landed on the cliff. No chicks were at the spot where he landed. But he could see an eagle learning how to fly not to far off. The place reminded him of his first experience of flight. Not to good of one either. I hate you mother! he thought. she nearly killed him when he was learning the fly.
*Memory flashback* "Go on!" the mother's voice urged on with annoyance. "But I am scared! Can't I learn a bit later?!" Quiann small voice presisted. "No!" a sharp voice said and he was pushed off. His wings would not flap and the wind gave no mercy to the fragile body. Then he began to go up seeing as he was caught by Nart, the story teller. Nart let him go softly beside Quiann's mother and flew off. "Why didn't you use your wings?!" she said you could see the fire in her eyes. They were full of rage. "I can't. I tried!" he tried to tell his mother who cut him off and said, "What kind of lousy hatchling are you? Why did I have to be given such a hopeless hatchling? And yet your cousin can fly fine!" "They are older than me." Quiann's voice quavered as he started to cry. His mother flew back off towards the nest, yelling at Quiann: "Don't come back till you can fly!" *memory flashback over*
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Post by stormecho on Nov 29, 2005 7:22:17 GMT -5
Taron watched the other carefully. He was another falcon, and would help her make a flock. She screeched a welcome, before swooping down to meet the newcomer. "Greetings, newcomer. What is your name and why are you here?"
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Post by Remiscine on Nov 29, 2005 7:58:19 GMT -5
"The same reason that any other falcon from my home land would be out here so far. My mother is going to kill me if she ever sees me near the homelands. She HATES me bigtime. And my name is Quiann." he answered. Then ruffled his feathers a bit. 'I guess you know these lands well."
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Post by stormecho on Nov 29, 2005 19:06:26 GMT -5
"Indeed. I am the would-be flock leader, but as you can see, with no flock. Perhaps you would be interested in joining? No parents, no duties and no arguing over how clean your nest is. I am Taron." She gazed at the newcomer intently, her yellow eyes glinting in the late sunlight.
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Post by Remiscine on Nov 30, 2005 19:10:16 GMT -5
"Guess I could join. Better than floating around being lonely as ever. So now I imagine that we'd be known as the two Falcon flock? It has to have some sort of name, Taron. So what do you call it or else I am just going to call it The Two Falcon Flock." Quiann looked at her. He had not talked for a while or be in a flock since his birth. "I guess I should shut up now..." he said with a quiter and less hyper active tone. Your acting like a little hatchling Quiann! So pull your act together and act mature! he told himself. When he gazed closer at Taron he was able to see every detail on her feathered body it easier with the sun going down. She was quite pretty indeed.
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Post by stormecho on Nov 30, 2005 19:19:38 GMT -5
Taron chuckled. "It indeed has a name. It is called the Keen-Eye Flock."She spread her wings wide and bowed. "Welcome to the Keen-Eye Flock, Quiann!"
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 1, 2005 17:28:38 GMT -5
"I am throughly enjoyed to know I am part of this flock." he spread out his wings and closed them again. A wind started to come.
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Post by stormecho on Dec 2, 2005 9:05:46 GMT -5
Taron pushed off the cliff, soaring in the new wind. "Since you are my first member, I shall make you my Advisor(Beta), Quiann."
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 2, 2005 11:49:56 GMT -5
Seeing the leader leave he expanded out his wings making some dives. He decided he wanted to have some fun. he began to sky dance making loops and dives and twirls in the air. He was quite a good Skydancer.
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 6, 2005 18:58:40 GMT -5
((Storm? Where are you?....))
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Post by stormecho on Dec 8, 2005 13:29:28 GMT -5
((Oops, sorry!)) Taron nodded appreciatively at Quiann. "You are good at Sky-Dancing, Quiann. How did you learn to do it so well?" She glimpsed a hare grazing at the bottom of the cliffs. She screeched in triumph and swooped down onto it. Her talons kicked out and she quickly broke it's neck. It was a large well-fed, hare, and would be difficult to lift back up the cliff.
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 10, 2005 15:49:45 GMT -5
"When you don't get a chance of many friends and have been on flight for quite a while, it comes to you. Mother always said he was a wonderous Sky-dancer. So I guess I just picked up on it when i needed some cheering up and I was alone. This had to be the most amusing thing there was for me." he replied to her question. Feeling quite proud of his Sky-dancing abilities. "Why don't you try it?" then as he watched Taron go after the hare the chilling wind began to blow and ruffle his feathers.
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 12, 2005 18:09:33 GMT -5
((...))
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Post by stormecho on Dec 12, 2005 18:23:31 GMT -5
((Ah! I'm sorry!))
Taron called up to Quiann. "Could you help me take the hare up to the nests? And then I will try Sky-Dancing. I am more adept at Battle-Dancing though. My family only practiced those dances."
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Post by Remiscine on Dec 13, 2005 17:07:16 GMT -5
Quiann left his spiralling dance gliding to Taron. He gripped his talons into the hare dropping it off at the nests. It was pretty heavy considering the food wasn't as prosperous as the last and yet the hare hadn't been killed yet. We must be lucky! He then hovered infront of Taron. "Okay this is how you do it: raise up one wing high, spin around, make three dives, do a backwards loop, and then when in large groups do leap frog in the sky. But that is just the dance that shows you many of the basics that a young one learns. You can also make up dances of your own." He screeched out happily. He then started to slowly do the basic dance he had told her.
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