Post by Thea Shamblestone on Jul 10, 2009 18:11:14 GMT -5
Crookie
Castopher VonMidnight
Location: Enchantica
Time: Midnight
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have a distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to collect signatures. Think of it as a test flying. His master wanted to see exactly how far poor old Crookie could fly before becoming immensly exausted. This would allow her to determin how far she could expand her business and how long each venture would take.
The parchment was to provide those details, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed;
Alright. So now you know three key points. The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie. He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility. Apparently, all he wants, is your autograph and location. What will you do? Do you sign the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
The Baron was not a nice man. He watched with little expression as the bird swooped lower. He was perched in the gardens on a burnt, blackened blight that even still was beginning to be covered wtih blossoms. The remnants of the school he had once so proudly--so foolishly--taught at. His bloodshot red eyes examined the bird thoughtfully.
"Here, little creature, what're you after?"
He stood slowly and walked towards Crookie. He had, after all, a special affinity with Hawks--the one good thing that came from his cursed surname. He had a hawk once--it had disappeared at the same time as his fiance. With unsteady fingers, he slipped off the parchment, reading it and chuckiling.
Crookie wasn't a big fan of men. The last one that looked at him on his stopover at Camelot Reborn looked about ready to eat him, with that crazy bedhair of his. The man, that is. But Crookie is a bird. He doesn't hold too well a grudge.
His head tilted to the left so that he could stare at the man who called him a critter. A critter, seriously? A critter is a spider, or a rat. Not a Hawk! Nonetheless, he remained still as the man slowly approached, feeling a bit comfortable with the situation, for the time being.
He instantly released the parchment from his talons when the man reached out for it, and took a few shuffled steps backwards when he had what he needed, his head still tilting to the left so he could stare at him with his right eye.
It wasn't until the man spoke that poor Crookie got the creeps. A chill that made him unwillingly ruffle his feathers. He didn't budge, however. He simply perched there, looking and waiting expectantly.
But Castopher meant the little bird no harm. He did indeed like hawks. He pat across his tattered robes, searching for a quill. Finally, he found one, a bit dusty. Let's see...his location? He scrawled in his eloquent script "the castle of Enchantica" and the date? He wasn't entirely sure, not after his second bottle of gin. He scribbled down a rough guestimate. But there weren't any directions for signing his name, and so he didn't. He wondered if people in podunk little Tranquility even knew where Enchantica WAS.
As the man scribed, Crookie shrilled, and inched closer, his head cocking first right and then left again. He was a relatively good little birdy, if not a wee bit chunky. He did his duty, and he didn't relieve himself on anyone... Intentionally.
And luckily, the landing this time was in the patch of green grass, rather then some womans desk where shinys were lying about. There was absolutely nothing to distract him this time.
A little wobbly footstep forward.. Or would it be clawstep forward? Either way, that's besides the point. A little bit closer and he perched again. He could see in three different directions, not including behind him, so he had little fear of a hunter stalking up behind him. Right now, he simply waited. He had much to do still. After all, he had only made it to two different realms thus far.
He watched, he screeched, he waited. Perhaps this time no one would hurry him out and he'd be able to find himself a nice sweet treat. One that didn't require death first.
He sighed, then, feeling decidedly VonMidnightish, added a flourish to the note.
There. maybe he had the chance to make some little village girl's day when she read that note. He pat his pockets once again. He had only gin and a few crumbs of bread, nothing to offer the bird. He paused for a moment, then with reflexes his students would have been amazed by and Irissa joyed by, snatched an early-evening moth from the sky. He then presented them both to the bird.
Mm.. Treat!
Crookie snatched up the moth first, skillfull enough not to catch any skin. He trilled and swallowed it with little difficulty, and then tilted his head, studing the man as if to say 'got anymore?' After a moment he stumbled forward a wee bit, grasping the parchment once agian in his talons.
He didn't understand the man's words, but the tone in which they were spoken was gentle enough. Blinking, Crookie tilted his head, to study the man one final time, before his wings unfolded and he took flight into the night sky.
Thea would be so proud of him. He had made it to two Realms already and he wasn't due back for another five days. Perhaps he would find the man again some day. For now, it was onward and quite litterly upward.
He watched the bird fly away with a bit of a smile on his face. Had he mentioned yet that he'd always liked hawks? Especially in comparison to humanity--or the damned devils that tried to pass for it.
Castopher VonMidnight
Location: Enchantica
Time: Midnight
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have a distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to collect signatures. Think of it as a test flying. His master wanted to see exactly how far poor old Crookie could fly before becoming immensly exausted. This would allow her to determin how far she could expand her business and how long each venture would take.
The parchment was to provide those details, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed;
To Whom It May Concern.
We at Tranquility are attempting to see how far Crookie here can travel and how long it takes him to complete his journey. If you could please scribe your location and the date in which he has arrived, and then politely return this Parchment to Crookie, it would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Wings of the Messenger.
HRT, Tranquility.
We at Tranquility are attempting to see how far Crookie here can travel and how long it takes him to complete his journey. If you could please scribe your location and the date in which he has arrived, and then politely return this Parchment to Crookie, it would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Wings of the Messenger.
HRT, Tranquility.
Alright. So now you know three key points. The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie. He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility. Apparently, all he wants, is your autograph and location. What will you do? Do you sign the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
The Baron was not a nice man. He watched with little expression as the bird swooped lower. He was perched in the gardens on a burnt, blackened blight that even still was beginning to be covered wtih blossoms. The remnants of the school he had once so proudly--so foolishly--taught at. His bloodshot red eyes examined the bird thoughtfully.
"Here, little creature, what're you after?"
He stood slowly and walked towards Crookie. He had, after all, a special affinity with Hawks--the one good thing that came from his cursed surname. He had a hawk once--it had disappeared at the same time as his fiance. With unsteady fingers, he slipped off the parchment, reading it and chuckiling.
"A Messenger eh? Poor fools to have their first correspondance come across ME!"
Crookie wasn't a big fan of men. The last one that looked at him on his stopover at Camelot Reborn looked about ready to eat him, with that crazy bedhair of his. The man, that is. But Crookie is a bird. He doesn't hold too well a grudge.
His head tilted to the left so that he could stare at the man who called him a critter. A critter, seriously? A critter is a spider, or a rat. Not a Hawk! Nonetheless, he remained still as the man slowly approached, feeling a bit comfortable with the situation, for the time being.
He instantly released the parchment from his talons when the man reached out for it, and took a few shuffled steps backwards when he had what he needed, his head still tilting to the left so he could stare at him with his right eye.
It wasn't until the man spoke that poor Crookie got the creeps. A chill that made him unwillingly ruffle his feathers. He didn't budge, however. He simply perched there, looking and waiting expectantly.
But Castopher meant the little bird no harm. He did indeed like hawks. He pat across his tattered robes, searching for a quill. Finally, he found one, a bit dusty. Let's see...his location? He scrawled in his eloquent script "the castle of Enchantica" and the date? He wasn't entirely sure, not after his second bottle of gin. He scribbled down a rough guestimate. But there weren't any directions for signing his name, and so he didn't. He wondered if people in podunk little Tranquility even knew where Enchantica WAS.
As the man scribed, Crookie shrilled, and inched closer, his head cocking first right and then left again. He was a relatively good little birdy, if not a wee bit chunky. He did his duty, and he didn't relieve himself on anyone... Intentionally.
And luckily, the landing this time was in the patch of green grass, rather then some womans desk where shinys were lying about. There was absolutely nothing to distract him this time.
A little wobbly footstep forward.. Or would it be clawstep forward? Either way, that's besides the point. A little bit closer and he perched again. He could see in three different directions, not including behind him, so he had little fear of a hunter stalking up behind him. Right now, he simply waited. He had much to do still. After all, he had only made it to two different realms thus far.
He watched, he screeched, he waited. Perhaps this time no one would hurry him out and he'd be able to find himself a nice sweet treat. One that didn't require death first.
He sighed, then, feeling decidedly VonMidnightish, added a flourish to the note.
"On behalf of the Western Barony of Enchantica, I, Castopher VonMidnight, do so wish to extend cordial greetings to you, messengers and people of Tranquility, and to praise you on your fine falconry skills."
There. maybe he had the chance to make some little village girl's day when she read that note. He pat his pockets once again. He had only gin and a few crumbs of bread, nothing to offer the bird. He paused for a moment, then with reflexes his students would have been amazed by and Irissa joyed by, snatched an early-evening moth from the sky. He then presented them both to the bird.
"Here you go, little fellow. My regards and a token. May wherever you return to have better company than what you're leaving me here with."
Mm.. Treat!
Crookie snatched up the moth first, skillfull enough not to catch any skin. He trilled and swallowed it with little difficulty, and then tilted his head, studing the man as if to say 'got anymore?' After a moment he stumbled forward a wee bit, grasping the parchment once agian in his talons.
He didn't understand the man's words, but the tone in which they were spoken was gentle enough. Blinking, Crookie tilted his head, to study the man one final time, before his wings unfolded and he took flight into the night sky.
Thea would be so proud of him. He had made it to two Realms already and he wasn't due back for another five days. Perhaps he would find the man again some day. For now, it was onward and quite litterly upward.
He watched the bird fly away with a bit of a smile on his face. Had he mentioned yet that he'd always liked hawks? Especially in comparison to humanity--or the damned devils that tried to pass for it.