Backdated to the night of 'and a bird flew by'

Attikias found a good spot for the bird's chrysalis- pointedly, where he'd put his kids all those cycles ago. It was a safe spot, after all. Nobody would be rained on, so they wouldn't wake up wet, and Attikias could watch them if they started to hatch again. Even as they'd rooted, he still worried if, just perhaps, they'd panic when they emerged. He wouldn't wish that on anyone- not when he'd panicked in Cetus, way back when.

Eugh. Cetus. The only thought he gave to that place was a shudder.

Still, though. The fire was dying, and he'd just finished up a meal, and the camp was quiet. Attikias's foot scuffed over the pit to swing loose dirt over the still burning coals, and soon he'd tuck in too and get some good rest under the dim bulbs.

Attikias stifled a yawn as he made his way to his desk. He was so close to finishing this little statue, he could feel it. He picked up a stone along the way before sitting down in the stool for the worktable, scooting in closer and resting his arms on the uneven wood. Magic channeled through his fingertips, aimed towards the rock-- he needed a little light to work, after all. A yellow glow slowly took shape around the object, and Attikias let out a satisfied hum, placing it away from him to let it cast light over the surface.

Finally. Bringing a small figuring of a rainbow spinner closer, he began to etched soft curved into it and refine its standing shape.

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They'd been haunting the caves for a number of day, and decided to linger for a fading or two when they'd seen something... constructed in the trees. Something with a Lesser caught in it. First, they simply observed, analyzing the construction and materials. Then, the next was pulled apart, freeing the fluttering creature within.

As things are wont to do, however, something changed. Something went wrong for whatever being was setting these snares, and a conscious Gembound had been caught. A Greater, if you will, despite this small and pitiful thing not deserving the name. It perished in the end, retreating to it's chrysalis once the tall, blue biped took it home.

Well. That wouldn't do.

So, they decide to finish the job this odd Other didn't want to- crack the chrysalis, if possible, or uproot it and let it perish like those husks in Draco it had made a home.

With some odd, small voids popping in and out of existence like cursed embers twirling in a blasphemous smoke, Nightwing let's it's magic fizzle around it as they stride towards the camp, keeping to shadows and making a bare attempt at not scaring the elf.

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Attikias turned the little bauble in his hands as he crossed his legs together, twisting it around and blowing away a few gentle curls of dust from his work. It was nice to make something for himself, just another little figurine again, just how he liked.

Whether he would have noticed the beast entering the camp or not, he was too focused on his work for that to make a difference, it seemed, curling over himself to get closer to the bauble as he etched in a small curve of feathers. Turning it around, it seemed nice- he'd have to paint it, perhaps. Maybe he needed to get brushes? That'd be nice.

Humming to himself, Attikias curled in his tail tighter, placing the wooden figuring down and looking at it to see if it'd stand right.

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Nightwing has no reason to fear Attikias, really- or at least, felt no reason to do so. In as much, they stride into camp with a kind of curiosity, and snuffle at things here and there... after all, they'd never seen anything like all this before.

So, the blue elf is busy, doing... something to a small block of crafting material, but the beast has something better to do. Whispers, shadows, other urges... they all call for them to finish the job on the pigeon, and so they seek to do so. It may be prudent to strike out at him, really, take him by surprise and keep a threat from becoming, but, they're just arrogant enough to not do so.

Casting about, squinting in the relatively bright light, they nearly miss the small chrysalis tucked almost lovingly in the corner- but, it does not escape their gaze in the end and they let out a low, pleased hiss.

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Attikias's focus was on the block, yes, but the tip of his ear twitched when he heard a hiss. Leaving the statuette where it was (as it fell over with a small 'thunk'), Attikias gently turned, thinking one of his family had returned.

That wasn't family. There was something-- black? In the shadows, and Attikias's eyebrows furrowed as his gaze slowly recognized a moving form there. Not another monster, he hoped- they were sniffing around, and they hadn't approached him, so he wondered if they were more like that meat... Thing, that had showed up.

He hoped not. He couldn't really fight much, anymore, since he'd been a little out of practice. Steadying his mind, Attikias simply turned on the stool to fully face the being and hummed out, waiting to see what they'd do before accusing them of anything.

He supposed he could lose a few jars, if that's all they were after. Maybe not the ones with things in them, though. But, for now, it just seemed like they were inspecting.

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