.:':.βяɛɛʓʏ Ƨκʏ.:':. (A Bird RP) (Accepting :3)

[Skunk1234321]

A what?? Ember wondered, slightly tilting her heart-shaped head to the left. "What do you mean by 'a ruggedness'?" she asked him, her black-brown eyes wide in confusion. "Oh, and I'm Ember by the way."

[Sibilant]

Ering'a tilted his head. He would need to choose his words carefully, to keep from sounding rude. "A ruggedness, as in without the air of a bird who thinks that they are better than others simply because they live in pomp and splendor, or as in without those things themselves. It's a concept that says Kingdom birds are more..." tame was the word, but it didn't sum it up enough. He started over. "It's a concept that says outcasts can live as loners better and more efficiently than Kingdom ones. Ot's quite hard to explain, but you two have it." Yes, they had a rugged aura. These were not Kingdom birds.

[Skunk1234321]

"Oookay..." she sighed, having no idea how to reply to that. "That might explain why they always attack each other for no reason, though usually Breezy Feathers start it..." she muttered to herself, but loud enough for the other two birds to slightly hear her. She yawned, as it was the middle of the day and she's an owl. "Sorry, but I need to go." she said. She walked over to her vole, picked up, and flew off, as quiet as all owls are when flying. I hope I didn't seem rude... but I am tired... she thought.

[Sibilant]

"Goodbye." Ering'a chirped gleefully. He was the kind of bird who made others think, 'How in the world does he stay so happy all the time?' He really did like to seem polite, formal, and generally exactly how as he wasn't.

[Skunk1234321]

Ember finally reached her hollow after what seemed to be an hour's flight, but was really only 12 minutes. She ate her vole, and coughed up a pellet. I don't get it... why do I keep finding this so disgusting? It's better than vomiting it up and having to clean up bile everytime you eat... she sighed. She picked up her pellet and threw it down her tree. (xD) She then curled up in her nest, and fell asleep.

[Skunk1234321]

(Hello? o3o)

[Coseylion]

Marking, I will probably join tomorrow ;3

[Skunk1234321]

(Ok. :3)

[Skunk1234321]

(Bump...)

[Sibilant]

"I should go, too." Ering'a said. "Perhaps I'll see you soon, hmm?" He flew into the tree where he'd left his sword, and grabbed it carefully in his claws. It had been a lie, of course. He wasn't hungry. He had nothing he needed to do. It seemed he'd been nervous to be around such a large bird. He couldn't follow the owl; she was long gone, and probably asleep. He shrugged this off and decided to settle in. He had only arrived yesterday, and hadn't gotten the chance to make a proper hole in a tree or polish his sword. He'd left his supplies by the dead tree, he remembered.

Ering'a realized, when he alighted in the dead tree, that it was indeed the best place to build a home. His stuff was all here, too: a few dried worms, in case he got hungry, a spare sword, and any number of polishing items. All very hard to carry, he needed to add. Especially with his injured wing. He began banging the tree with his beak, as woodpeckers found quite easy, and hollowing out a hole in the tree.