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ataraxionlogs2012-11-23 11:57 am
idkmybffbloodwing) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-11-23 11:57 am
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On the wing
CHARACTERS: Mordecai, his face-eating baby bird, and you!
LOCATION: Anywhere and everywhere
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: The bloodwing - now fully capable of flight - goes exploring, and Mordecai tries to chase him down.
NOTES: Feel free to run into either Mordecai looking for his bird, or the bird himself, up to you.
He'd guessed the age of his bird at three or four days, when he'd pulled it from the nest. He would have preferred an older one, but bloodwings were hard enough to find, so he took what he could get. That made the little guy's age at about a month, now, plus or minus a couple days. Goddamn, he'd been here too long. The bird had been pumping his wings almost constantly for days, now, exercising the muscles he'd need for flight, but this morning he'd actually managed to lift off the nightstand and, having targeted the comm device, landed awkwardly on top of where it was and knock it to the floor. Thankfully the thing was durable, but it had woken Mordecai up - at which point the little bird proceeded to make another awkward flight back over to him, almost as if he was eager to share his newfound ability, and landed right on his face. Really, the thing was like a winged kitten in some ways, but with claws that didn't retract.
Some serious training was in order, now, but that was going to take time. Which would have been what the day was for - but when Mordecai stepped out into the hall with the bird on his shoulder as usual, the opening door of the lift was enough to startle it into hopping off his shoulder and onto the floor. And evidently this newfound freedom was exciting, because when he went to go pick him back up, he gave him a wild look and took off down the hallway, trying to see just how fast he could fly.
"Carajo," Mordecai spat, and ran after it.
LOCATION: Anywhere and everywhere
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: The bloodwing - now fully capable of flight - goes exploring, and Mordecai tries to chase him down.
NOTES: Feel free to run into either Mordecai looking for his bird, or the bird himself, up to you.
He'd guessed the age of his bird at three or four days, when he'd pulled it from the nest. He would have preferred an older one, but bloodwings were hard enough to find, so he took what he could get. That made the little guy's age at about a month, now, plus or minus a couple days. Goddamn, he'd been here too long. The bird had been pumping his wings almost constantly for days, now, exercising the muscles he'd need for flight, but this morning he'd actually managed to lift off the nightstand and, having targeted the comm device, landed awkwardly on top of where it was and knock it to the floor. Thankfully the thing was durable, but it had woken Mordecai up - at which point the little bird proceeded to make another awkward flight back over to him, almost as if he was eager to share his newfound ability, and landed right on his face. Really, the thing was like a winged kitten in some ways, but with claws that didn't retract.
Some serious training was in order, now, but that was going to take time. Which would have been what the day was for - but when Mordecai stepped out into the hall with the bird on his shoulder as usual, the opening door of the lift was enough to startle it into hopping off his shoulder and onto the floor. And evidently this newfound freedom was exciting, because when he went to go pick him back up, he gave him a wild look and took off down the hallway, trying to see just how fast he could fly.
"Carajo," Mordecai spat, and ran after it.