08-06-2019, 12:09 AM
Normally, a species of animal attacking their own for the purpose of food and survival was not high on any list save for a select few. In this case, a Gyrfalcon in particular, one that was most unusual among his kind since he hung around the creatures of the ground rather than those of the sky more often. Turul was a solitary creature by heart though; he appreciated the freedom the skies and his own life allowed. He had friends he could talk to and depend on, a place to call home, and the freedom to do what he wanted.
There also may have been something on the more... promiscuous side going on, but only his closest friend knew the truth. Only time would tell if something miraculous came out of it next spring, since he'd only recently met this new friend of his.
But on this day, true to his nature, Turul was flying in the sky alone, on the hunt for his next meal. The large bird of prey was soaring over Taiga's redwoods not far from the border when he spotted a small sparrow just above the tree line, low enough that it wouldn't detect the falcon unless it looked straight up. So Turul followed after the little bird for a while before he decided he was in the clear and good to dive.
Tucking his wings, the falcon headed for the ground at a very rapid speed; the impact would surely kill the little bird if Trull's claws didn't. His beak was closed and ready to strike, claws poised even though his feet were extended behind him... his wings tucked against him, increasing his speed...
And then the unthinkable happened. Seconds before Turul could catch his prey, a bright light erupted from trees below the falcon and sparrow. The little bird dove off to the side, while Trull's eyes were overtaken by the light. Shaking his head to rid his sight of the sudden onslaught of vision, the falcon came to just in time to see the tree right in front of him. He dove to the left and opened his wings to slow his descent to a glide, the irritated raptor letting out an indignant caw at who had interrupted his hunt.
Banking right, he turned to go investigate the source of the light, having missed the shower display when he was trying to get his eyes to work again. When he came near the edge of the tree line, he spotted a lone horse, a crystal white being that easily stood out against the redwoods. He didn't appear to be dangerous, but the falcon couldn't trust appearances alone.
He would've gone to find Aten, but the falcon was hungry and wished to hunt again. He settled for alerting the golden stallion before turning away from the lone horse, not sticking around to see Popinjay arrive before Aten.
The golden stallion was not far from where Turul almost hit the tree, but his body was facing away, so he did not see the light himself. When the shower itself started, Aten was left curious and turned to see what it could've been, figuring it was either some display of magic by the fairies, or a stranger that had entered Taiga's border. But why make such an entrance? Was their arrival not supposed to be a secret? After all, the stallion hadn't heard a call.
When Turul let him know what was going on, Aten made a move and went to investigate, though not in a huge hurry since Turul didn't seem particularly bothered. When he arrived, the stallion's demeanor changed, seeing that there was indeed a strange horse there, but that Popinjay was there as well, unguarded and willingly so close to the other.
Aten did not charge onto the scene, for he did not wish to alarm the other horse. Turul had said he wasn't dangerous, and there was no reason to go starting a fight. Instead, he walked up calmly, looking at the other stallion a moment before speaking to the filly.
"Popinjay, are you all right? You seemed a bit dazed when I arrived," he offered, not having heard her speaking to the other stallion about hyenas.
Then Aten turned to the stranger, "If it was you who set off that display earlier, I must admit it was an... intriguing method, if not entirely wanted. A vocal call would've been preferable." He would not let the stallion know that his light show had hurt Turul's eyes, for the damage was not fatal anyway.
"You are not from the Taiga I take it, for I would have met you by now. You smell of Hyaline; are you an ambassador from there? Visiting on behalf of Kensa?" Aten didn't know much about the mare, but gossip among horses in the community lands was a powerful weapon.
@[Aegean] @[Popinjay]
There also may have been something on the more... promiscuous side going on, but only his closest friend knew the truth. Only time would tell if something miraculous came out of it next spring, since he'd only recently met this new friend of his.
But on this day, true to his nature, Turul was flying in the sky alone, on the hunt for his next meal. The large bird of prey was soaring over Taiga's redwoods not far from the border when he spotted a small sparrow just above the tree line, low enough that it wouldn't detect the falcon unless it looked straight up. So Turul followed after the little bird for a while before he decided he was in the clear and good to dive.
Tucking his wings, the falcon headed for the ground at a very rapid speed; the impact would surely kill the little bird if Trull's claws didn't. His beak was closed and ready to strike, claws poised even though his feet were extended behind him... his wings tucked against him, increasing his speed...
And then the unthinkable happened. Seconds before Turul could catch his prey, a bright light erupted from trees below the falcon and sparrow. The little bird dove off to the side, while Trull's eyes were overtaken by the light. Shaking his head to rid his sight of the sudden onslaught of vision, the falcon came to just in time to see the tree right in front of him. He dove to the left and opened his wings to slow his descent to a glide, the irritated raptor letting out an indignant caw at who had interrupted his hunt.
Banking right, he turned to go investigate the source of the light, having missed the shower display when he was trying to get his eyes to work again. When he came near the edge of the tree line, he spotted a lone horse, a crystal white being that easily stood out against the redwoods. He didn't appear to be dangerous, but the falcon couldn't trust appearances alone.
He would've gone to find Aten, but the falcon was hungry and wished to hunt again. He settled for alerting the golden stallion before turning away from the lone horse, not sticking around to see Popinjay arrive before Aten.
The golden stallion was not far from where Turul almost hit the tree, but his body was facing away, so he did not see the light himself. When the shower itself started, Aten was left curious and turned to see what it could've been, figuring it was either some display of magic by the fairies, or a stranger that had entered Taiga's border. But why make such an entrance? Was their arrival not supposed to be a secret? After all, the stallion hadn't heard a call.
When Turul let him know what was going on, Aten made a move and went to investigate, though not in a huge hurry since Turul didn't seem particularly bothered. When he arrived, the stallion's demeanor changed, seeing that there was indeed a strange horse there, but that Popinjay was there as well, unguarded and willingly so close to the other.
Aten did not charge onto the scene, for he did not wish to alarm the other horse. Turul had said he wasn't dangerous, and there was no reason to go starting a fight. Instead, he walked up calmly, looking at the other stallion a moment before speaking to the filly.
"Popinjay, are you all right? You seemed a bit dazed when I arrived," he offered, not having heard her speaking to the other stallion about hyenas.
Then Aten turned to the stranger, "If it was you who set off that display earlier, I must admit it was an... intriguing method, if not entirely wanted. A vocal call would've been preferable." He would not let the stallion know that his light show had hurt Turul's eyes, for the damage was not fatal anyway.
"You are not from the Taiga I take it, for I would have met you by now. You smell of Hyaline; are you an ambassador from there? Visiting on behalf of Kensa?" Aten didn't know much about the mare, but gossip among horses in the community lands was a powerful weapon.
@[Aegean] @[Popinjay]