ORIGIN

Oh here upon the lonely place, lost beneath rapture and shade doth lie the final trek to the vagabond searching for homeward bound. Or so one would assume by the melancholy sadness upon his face, this little bird. Oh he feels the silence, it stabs blades into his little chest each moment he strays, his heart setting the pace as he would quicken. It is here he feels the time pass so much more than he should. It is here he feels a fear of the unknown, waiting for a beast of obsidian to carry him into the depths of marked hells. Nevermore, to the whims of burdened strays would he utter so daringly the promises of wendigo passings. No Atticus was a wendigo, in feather and foot; no, but in spirit, in mind, he truly believed he was so much more than the quaint little creature who was barely old enough to spread wing.

Oh was there hope for him that lay beyond discovery? He thought not. 'silence, silence, all upon my aud I hear the beating of heart.' his thoughts would hiss and the thoughts of his thoughts would utter 'Destroy it' For as you see, Atticus's mind never stopped, his head was an endless river of interconnecting theory, like that of any other. However with his mind never to quiten the pressing of the location he found himself upon left him dazed, worrisome, uneasy. 'In the moments I have come to know this place I find it rather disagreeable.' his mind would utter. The little robin would roll his eyes.

Lackadaisical was not the word to describe him, if lackadaisical was cast in its extreme sense then doubled it would come close to the amount of enthusiasm Atticus lacked upon the moment. 'Oh if- fuck it, Im done, I cant think straight. This place is depressing.' Stopping the little bird would fluff up his down, an expression of utter irritation upon his face. 'oh luminose, luminose...youve really done it this time. Your lost, lost you dweeb.' beneath this thought a hundred others would chorus 'dweeb' amidst the background of his mind. The bird would nestle amidst the floor, having given up on the previous concept of discovery and residency he had in mind. Whatever life had planned for this moment within his existence, Atticus would give it a brisk kick in the baby maker.

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@Azazel

(i bugged ban to see if i could post here, so here i am!! hope you dont mind 8) )

Day by day the lammergeier raven was getting bigger, and while she wasn't any more graceful, she was at least a little more functional. Spreading her slowly growing wings, Liora had taken to doing her round about the ceiling of Canis, staring down at those that were going about their daily lives. The Karkata kids had recently moved in and the bird was spending a good portion of her time spying on them when she could, curious and eager to know more about them but never deigning to actually speak to them. They were outsiders, and as far as she was concerned, they were mostly filth. Not that she'd actually voice this opinion to anybody. Knowing them they'd scoff and look down at her. From whom did she inherit such a self righteous attitude? Surely not Aza'zel.

She circled around the bone room like a murky vulture, wheeling to the side with her predatory eye on the bones, looking for anything of interest. Sometimes she would spy an oddly shaped bone sticking out of the piles and be intrigued, pulled towards the bone with curiosity that could only be sated upon plucking it and tossing it about. Other times she would see members of the Bonebound, and every now and then, she would see some creature completely knew to her. He was but a speck from above, but Liora had zeroed in on him and thusly made him her target. Dipping down to the side, Liora skimmed along the bone piles. She briefly spotted him as he entered the chambers, and she couldn't spy very well from above since the walls of the chambers largely blocked her vision.

So, Liora came down with a loud, shuffly landing, tucking her wings into her side. Her long, elegant legs traipsed rather awkwardly towards the little robin and she cocked her head down at him, large white eyes pinned on his diminutive form. "What's this? Delivery? KRAKAWRAWAWARAK!" She chortled, ruffling her feathers.

@Atticus

Yes, he was still waiting for the day. He'd patrol for a little bit, crack a few bones and eat them (sharing some with Ashtoreth and Liora, although Ashtoreth seemed more interested in meat than bone marrow), and then he'd return to this same spot. It was a constant cycle, and he found himself sometimes just going through the day in the most boring way possible. Azazel was horribly sleep-deprived because of this. He'd situate himself on the top of the jadeite chrysalis then lay there until he felt the need to patrol once again.

Upon hearing some scuttling, he got excited and snapped wide awake, crashing onto the floor with a great FWUMP! and gazing at the dull green gem for a moment, before realizing that it was a false alarm. He found it best to investigate. Hopefully it wouldn't be another one of those nasty cave rats.

Waddling away from the chrysalis momentarily, he scampered through the Chambers, staying in the light and kicking a bone out every ten or so feet to make sure he could make his way back. Plus, he'd begun accumulating a pile of bones near the end of the Chambers for both himself and his kids if they came by. Suddenly, two quite small birds stood before him. Carmine eyes blinked as he took a moment to register the presence of a bird, and he tilted his head curiously. "Hello," he cooed. The smaller bird may possibly be a Lesser Gembound bird, but he wasn't sure. There was little way to tell.

@Atticus

He was perhaps not particularly amused upon the premise of company, the vulture femme being the first soul to make itself known to him upon his wanderings. However despite her being far greater than him he held no fear for the femme, dusty burgundy eyes would narrow as he watched for a moment, her voice sending a look of distaste to settle upon his features. Feathers bristling he gathered himself to his feet. Words of encouragement rithe in his thoughts. He had realized that he had remained silent since her words. "…..." He would scrutinize the femme, "…..n-no....." His feat would carry him a step back, his moment of determination had left him and his fear overtook his bad mood. "I-I was just passing through............." He trailed off. Alas he fell once again into the very jaws of habit.

A woeful fate for a miserable little bird who dreams of wendigo's and echoes. Words would not aid him any further and so he stayed frozen, watching with bright eyes that seemed laced with worries. This sad little bird, this lost little bird. He felt half inclined to just lose himself into the anxiety that ate away at what little confidence he had. He was worried that one day he would. However it is far better to be weak and kind than strong and something unrecognizable...or so he thought.

Then came the other. Atti had only been here for a short passage of time and vultures had already come for him? Where they waiting for him to die or something. He wouldn't allow that. However this male seemed to not show aggression to him and the robin took this as his chance to recuperate. Socializing was an exhausting thing for him mentally, he would use the moment to take a breather. "…..." He looked to the other, scrutinizing him before looking back upon the previous company. It was times like these he truly wished that he was perhaps more intimidating than a fluffed up little bird. "…......." No words would again come from him as he decided to keep his eye contact upon the male. "…....what?"

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@Azazel
@Liora

The young pup, though he did not always act as such came upon the small gathering of the birds and stuck to the shadows wondering what they were doing. He had been aching to return to his den as it was warm and it was the first place he had found since awakening from what he called slumber.

He didn't know these avians and sensed a great aura of power from the one called Atticus so he chose to observe the scene before him and hoped they would not sense the young wolf.

The inky lammeraven hobbled from one foot to the other, hopping back and forth with excitement while she tucked her wings against her sides and thrust her head towards the robin, eying him up and down. Her beak clipped curiously as she danced around him. Already she could feel her stomach beginning to lurch with hunger and she wondered how exactly this little bird would taste. Would he taste like the bones that she usually cracked apart? Or would he be warm and juicy like the bits of lesser Gembounds she had managed to catch? Did normal Gembounds taste like lesser Gembounds? Hell, did she even know that he was a normal Gembound?

Sure enough he spoke, proving that he was indeed like her. That was no issue to her, though. She'd easily pick him up in her beak and crunch, crunch, crunch his little bones! He dared to finally answer her, his little voice positively minuscule against the stagnant air. Liora paused her dancing, reeling her head back again. A single white eye fixated on the robin, tilting her head - and then she burst out in a crowish laugh, tossing her head back. "Passing through? More like passing through Liora's digestive system! KRAKAWWW!!" Liora declared with a proud, jaunty laugh, ruffling her wings. She hopped closer to him again, cracking her beak open wide before she'd just barely heard another sound - the sound of long claws tapping against the rock - wicked from her jest, the bird swung her head aside in time to see her father approach.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Liora squawked and leaped away, flapping her wings a few times to place some distance between herself and Aza'zel - in turn, distancing herself from her future meal. Darn! By the time she had landed and gained her composure, he'd approached the robin and spoke gently to it, as if he wasn't going to claim the little meal for himself. "Father! I found it! Let me eat it!" Liora cawed indignantly, fanning her wings as she waddled after him, completely oblivious to the presence of a fourth - a greater predator than even she.

@Azazel

The young wolf looked at the odd looking buzzard feeling uneasy as she moved to and fro begging and pleading, with what he could only assume was a parent, to be able to devour the still breathing bird that was in front of them. It was not his job to defend the awakened, his duty and his life belonged to those still slumbering in the crystals of Polaris, yet there was something that drew him, something that had him running towards the small bird and placing his body between predator and prey.

By then he had become aware of his size and realized that he would love this battle, but that didn't detract from his desire to be a Guardian to those who he thought needed it. "Over my dead body," he spat at the opposing bird.

Atticus

Liora

Azazel (Original)

Atticus

Zephyr Bloodking

Liora

Zephyr Bloodking