ORIGIN

Albeon doesn't have the slightest in the hell idea as to what happened to him; whatever did happen to Albeon, he feels sooooooo damn amazing, Albeon's just having so much fun right now woo-woo! And at the same time, he feels like he got hit by a train! It's so hard to decide. The last thing he remembers is eating some Watermelon Fruit that admittedly was already cracked open and on the ground so it may have rotted a little, but Albeon didn't care he felt weak, and he'd rather eat some rotting fruit than hunt. Buuuuuutt now he can't even fly straight without crashing into a tree, he feels wobbly or maybe; the trees have gained sentience and are deliberately getting in his way to make him hit into them for shits and giggles! Albeon just lets out a very loud gasp from this realisation that seemed way too dramatic.

How DARE-!

He'll make the trees pay for sure; he won't stop till his justice gets served! Unknownst to Albeon, he's just swaying too much on the ground and in the air, the trees are of course entirely still except for the wind breezing through the branches and leaves. He'll prevail, puffing his chest feathers up as he with such valour the raven marches over to a tree and pecks it repeatedly like he was a woodpecker instead of a corvid. Yeah! Take that and that! Hahahaha!

Wait for wha-?! The tree just suddenly multiplied to five now, when did they come? No matter! If they want a battle, they'll get one ha! He pirouettes his whole body, his scarf dancing along like it was doing a ribbon dance, which was the only thing graceful looking right now in contrast to Albeon's awkward movements. He tries to peck them all, but when he tried to tap the phantom trees that only he can see; his beak went straight through it, not damaged at all, which caused the corvid to lose his balance and tumble to the ground on his back.

What cunningness turning themselves into ghosts to avoid being hit by him, their planning to trifle with the corvid wasn't too myopic after all!

"Blair-Bravo *hic! * trait-trees," he hiccups a few more times, almost calling the trees traitors "Yoh-You defeated me! In-never lose!" he's putting his wing over his face in such a dramatic manner like he's in such pain, which makes one wonder if he was taking this 'battle' seriously at all. Needless to say, the corvid is inebriated beyond repair right now, how he can even see in this darkness is unknown.

Blackberry had been walking, minding her own business and stretching her legs when she suddenly heard a strange noise from nearby. She turned her head just to catch a glimpse of a raven stumbling through the trees and screaming at nothing in particular. She blinked. She was imagining things, right? Or was that bird completely insane?

Should she investigate? If she did, she would probably have to put up with some mindless, idiotic gembound yet again but, then again, she'd figure out what was wrong, and perhaps have a good opportunity to create some mayhem. She smiled and choose the latter.

The goose waddled through the undergrowth and up to the bird, who was screaming at the trees and making strange gestures. She looked at the tree, but there was nothing special about it. This gembound was clearly insane and she wondered if she should even try to speak to it.

But, of course, she was already here. Of course she had to talk to it. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

tags: @Albeon
notes:

Albeon remained laying on the ground in his 'defeat', he tried to get back up, but the light-headedness from being so inebriated is making it a bit of a challenge to do, feeling a rush of dizziness and nausea when he tries just hurting all over. Albeon has a different idea why he can't get up though; Why must gravity be so damned cruel to him?! Must he engage gravity in combat too? He'll do it gravity won't leave him be and his feelings of gleefulness and awesome! He felt on top of the world and has his shit together for once, even if physically tells otherwise from how everything hurts!

He chooses to remain laid down for a bit longer; he'll challenge the likes of gravity later, let him have a damn break and enjoy this. Of course, that wouldn't happen when another bird was in his peripherals who also has clones of itself; How do they do that? He wants to do that! Wait, a newcomer! Maybe they can join in on this, some of the Watermelon Fruit is still there! Do they want some? Of course, they do whoop! Who wouldn't?

"Heyy thief-there friend!" He yells out in a friendly manner pausing as he hiccupped, "Trek-Tried that-fruit over there and, wow-now I eye-feel awesome, but also feel like I go-got tram-trampled try summa-some!" Hiccupping a couple of more times, unaware how hostile they seem right now.