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Feathers. Black ones. As of late they have been gathering in small piles throughout the forest. Mostly in the form of down mixed with thick fur, though a short look through would uncover contours, the occasional flight- the larger, more prized feathers. Although a number of these are bent and faded, perfectly ready to have been shed, quite a few retain their gloss and shape. They could be of use. Being spring, Brighteyes has begun to molt his heavy winter pelt. It's been going on for roughly a week now, and I'm sure his feathers must be all over the place. Instead of keeping the information to myself, I figure it could be fun to inform everyone of this, let them use them if they'd like to. I only have one request, and its nothing too crazy. If your character finds and takes one of his feathers, please don't just sporadically change the feather's description and keep the idea that it came from him. His feathers have no rainbow-shine, or blue undertone, and they don't smell like smoke or rain. At least, not now. I'm not saying you can't change them, but have a reason for it if you do. Dropped it in the pond? Okay. Cut it in half? That's alright too. Just have a reason. (For the sake of reference, what they are are six to twelve inches, solid black, with a simple shine. Think obsidian. They're thick, warm, and if I had to say they have a smell, it would be earth and a light musk.) It's not required, but if one does take one, I would be interested in knowing who. I'll list them to the side. A helpful link. |
Taken Jack One small flight; Pierced through his right ear. Sonne Four contour; Braided into her hair by the bird himself. Chi One contour, one small flight; Behind ear. Lovelace One flight; kept as a treasure. Kaoori A mouthful of assorted for her unborn fawns. Caden Several assorted impaled on his tines. Lust One curled and distorted, woven into her tail. [URL=]Amelia[/URL] |
I take my chances...
I don't know, but I want to
/eats dot Featherssss.
Featherssss.
*Isn't here at all*
-tracks anyway- I8
Awh, I like this idea, seems
I also really like the drawing of the feather up there too. (x
*kick it up* I think it's as
I think it's as done as it'll ever be.
((psst... wanna list j there
(Get outta my head yo, i was
((*snorts* *haunts a little
how many are we allowed to
@Alice- ((holyshitttttt you
((holyshitttttt you must be magic because now i'm thinking of doughnutssss D8 alice the magician..!!))
@Ourania-
As many as you'd like~ The only ones I'm limiting are his longest flight feathers...but those will be a good few feet long. o_o I doubt anyone will take too many (if any) of those.
Oooh, neat. I'd be interested
Might see if I can snag one for one of my deer, if that's okay ^^
^^ I'm interested too. I hope
And absolutely, go for it~
-sheepishly looks at feather
I'd be honored if you has
Yay! -puts feather behind
xD Too cute~ ♥
-Jumps into feather pile and
Lacie loves feathers...I'll
Sorry for the delay guys...
Caribbeanx-
mmhm, the shortest flight feathers are a foot long.
Lung-
absolutely. rp or inforest or whatever isn't necessary. What kind would you like?
Alright. Is it okay if she
Is it okay if she had one of the flight feathers? If not, I can pick a different one. (:
I love this idea, it's
I've always admired this character, I hope you don't mind Lovelace taking one.
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She'd seen the beast around the forest, great in size and by the look of it, able to break most of the forest's residents in two; it was ironic, a bird so hollow boned. She'd never seen it happen though, and by what she'd witnessed he seemed to have taken quite a few friends beneath those wings, she didn't think he was capable.
Llace had sat observing the creature for a short while, and had become surprised when she'd seen feathers twirl from his being. She wanted one of those, one in particular she'd seen laying upon a bed of fluffy down. She did not personally know him, but she wanted a piece of Brighteyes for herself, a compulsive need.
A primary covert was gently nestled between human teeth, quick as she'd nabbed it away, tiny hooves carrying her quickly toward where she kept all her treasures, a hill near the ruins dotted with few trees; there she would keep the feather.
She'd met the large bird a
...how comfortable and snuggly they'd be for a newborn.
Smiling to herself, she grabbed a mouthful and trotted off to where she was deciding to make her birthing nest for when the time came. This, along with the other items she'd been contemplating, would make a comfortable and comforting place for a newborn to sleep.
Sixxx and Kimi, those are
Is this still going on? If
I'll write up a post, if you'd like.
EDIT: (Okay, whatever, I'm just gunna go for it xD)
An ink-like pelt moved through the forest, keeping its trace among the shadows. Ignited, blue lights shown through the darkness, catching sight of a pair of searing, golden eyes that glistened in the moonlight. Caden slunk passed the giant bird as it slept. His original intention was not to steal anything, but simply to search for a place to rest. But, with feathers flung everywhere as the creature tossed and turned, he could hardly resist their obsidian song. It called to him... So, he did what normally would not be done in such a matter, especially by someone so whole-hearted as himself, and raked his antlers across the grass, pinning several to the long tines. With that, he darted away, vanishing into the night.
I may let Amelia take one.
Lust's stealing one. I have
I have admired this character secretly. *-*
If I'm late just, ignore this. 83
She lowered her head in curiosity, seeing what appeared to be a black feather, trapped beneath a rock that someone must have been kicked up when they departed. Pawing gently at the rock, it gave way, however the once straight feather was curled slightly and a few barbules were missing near the base of the feather. Why did she stay here, intrigued by a feather? Well, the feather was much larger than the birds that flew here. So what could have left this? Delicately, she lipped at the feather, catching it between her teeth. Contorting her body so she could reach her tail, she began to weave the feather as well as she could between the hair of her tail. After what she deemed as enough to hold it, she looked to the sky, imagination dreaming up fantastical answers to this strange black plume.
xD Sorry about that
*____*
Thank you for the participation guys. Thankyouthankyou.
* I'm going to let Pretty
Still need to think about how she'll find one.
Haha thanks so much! This was
[Cicadia - thanks for the
^ Totally unrelated. Anyway, I love Brighteyes so I was pretty excited when I saw this. Excellent idea, in my opinion, well done!
My character has no name, so if I'm not too late you could just call him/it "Anonymous." *shrug* I've been calling him that.
I'll stop rambling now, I promise.]
Strange, scattered shadows. Unnerved, he peered out from behind his tree. What could have cast them? Why were they so dark? Why were there so many? These things I can't ignore. I can't ignore them.
He started down the hill, curiosity overpowering his fear. The trees dragged their bark along his sides as he stepped around them, not obstructing his path, but calming him, until
blackness
Startled, the deer jolted backward. Rough bark had snagged one of these dark-things. He inspected it carefully and found that it was not a shadow, but a thing. A thing he'd never seen. It was fluffy and black and soft. Easy to look at. Beautiful.
He trotted down the hill, feeling excited, though regretful that he'd left the down feather behind. This was promptly forgotten when he cautiously stepped out of the tall grass. They were everywhere, or so it seemed. For a few moments--much longer than he'd intended--he simply stared. The dark-soft-things, though there were only a few scattered in the grass, seemed to the deer to cover the ground, and when he finally moved he was very careful not to tread on one, though he didn't weigh much and probably wouldn't even break them.
Then one caught his eye from its place on a small, round rock. It was proud, too proud to join its friends on the ground, the dull, scattered, neglected dark-soft-things--like shedded fur. It wasn't shiny like water but it was glossy--shiny in a way that attracted his eyes. He turned around and walked up to it.
It was a contour feather, and it wasn't as big as some of the giant flight feathers on the ground, but they, along with the down feather on the tree trunk somewhere behind him, were instantly forgotten. The feather was about 17 centimetres (a little less than 7 inches) long, and a bit narrower than the other contour feathers scattered at his feet. Don't touch it.
He reached out and, with his teeth, picked it up. It was soft, and very light. Like birds. But this fact didn't make sense--how could a bird be this big?--so he ignored it and set off for somewhere quiet where he could figure out how to tangle it into the fur or poppy stems at the base of his antlers.