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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Lucifer Liberius on September 29, 2012, 04:42:02 pm »"Well what would you suggest?" He asks, sticking his tongue out at the bird.
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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Morgana Nigerus on September 28, 2012, 11:49:29 am »His feathers ruffled slightly, and he shifted a bit on Morgana's arm. "They need not be brightly colored, but must they be carrion feeders?" He gave a put upon fluff once more. Morgana laughed softly at the exchange.
She tilted her head, ravens already gathering in the trees. They gossiped quietly in low mutters, eying both Dev and the Slytherin with beady eyes. The corvids eyed the couple, then the eagle. And then, only Dev.
She tilted her head, ravens already gathering in the trees. They gossiped quietly in low mutters, eying both Dev and the Slytherin with beady eyes. The corvids eyed the couple, then the eagle. And then, only Dev.
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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Lucifer Liberius on September 27, 2012, 10:22:41 pm »"They fit me much better than a brightly colored bird like yourself" He tells the bird with a light laugh, not phased at all by the sudden understanding of the birds voice.
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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Morgana Nigerus on September 27, 2012, 09:33:35 pm »She watched him watch her eagle, a small smileon her lips. "Yes, love. There's a spell for just about everything. But the one that speaks to animals? It is a useful spell, though many do not realize it. Far to0o many believe that animals are not intelligent, at least no match for a human. And while they don't share the same cognitive ability, there are plenty of animals whose perception I would trust over most any person's. Like Nicodemus here.
He has been my eyes and ears in places that I cannot go, or should not. Corvids are very curious creatures. They enjoy things that sparkle and shine. They are occasionally thieves. But they see much. Always watching, listening, taking it in." Her voice had fallen to a musical cadence, and out came her wand. She pointed the thing at Dev, seeming to draw a curlicue with it.
She asked her question out loud, amber eyes settling on the eagle, who then looked at her in return. "What do you think of him, Demus?" The eagle "spoke" in a voice, male and cultured like his mistress. "He'll do, but why does he wish to take up with scavengers like ravens and crows? It makes me doubt his good taste."
He has been my eyes and ears in places that I cannot go, or should not. Corvids are very curious creatures. They enjoy things that sparkle and shine. They are occasionally thieves. But they see much. Always watching, listening, taking it in." Her voice had fallen to a musical cadence, and out came her wand. She pointed the thing at Dev, seeming to draw a curlicue with it.
She asked her question out loud, amber eyes settling on the eagle, who then looked at her in return. "What do you think of him, Demus?" The eagle "spoke" in a voice, male and cultured like his mistress. "He'll do, but why does he wish to take up with scavengers like ravens and crows? It makes me doubt his good taste."
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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Lucifer Liberius on September 27, 2012, 09:16:18 pm »"Speak to one? So im guessing theres a spell for that?" He asks, keeping eye contact with the bird
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Old Scenes / Re: The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Morgana Nigerus on September 27, 2012, 09:10:49 pm »A thick, black leather glove had been slid over Morgana's arm, clear up to her shoulder. Her tunic itself was softened leather, sleeveless. Tight, and yet not. A low bird of prey screech echoed through the woods, and a rather large golden eagle came to settle on her arm.
Regal and imposing, those cold yellow eyes looked over Dev. He's never met this bird before, yet as it sat there, it's not unlike looking at it's mistress. Eyes focused, observant, watchful. She looked up at him after giving a light stroke to the breast of the eagle. "You want a raven, a crow. Of the corvid family. First, you need to learn how to speak to one."
Regal and imposing, those cold yellow eyes looked over Dev. He's never met this bird before, yet as it sat there, it's not unlike looking at it's mistress. Eyes focused, observant, watchful. She looked up at him after giving a light stroke to the breast of the eagle. "You want a raven, a crow. Of the corvid family. First, you need to learn how to speak to one."
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Old Scenes / Re: Silent Footsteps (9/27 Private)
« Last post by Leila Lesune on September 27, 2012, 09:03:07 pm »Leila walked in through the door to the Inn. She was wrapped in a dark blue trench as she stepped in carefully. Her eyes scanned the area looking for the one who had invited her here. Her hair fell loosly over her shoulders as she noticed the one she had been looking for. She watched Morgana and the Auror carefully a bit of her calculating deposition showing through. She walked up to a chair near Morgana and gave her a soft nod, before taking her own seat, her eyes trained on the Auror.
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Old Scenes / Re: Silent Footsteps (9/27 Private)
« Last post by Morgana Nigerus on September 27, 2012, 08:51:23 pm »A woman, or that's how she appeared at first glance, came into the Inn. She stopped by the bar, ordering her usual, and carrying it over to the table. Her green cloak still shielded her face, but it was summarily removed, the concealing garment laid over the back of the chair. She took a seat, silent and careful, her eyes wary. More than a girl her age normally would be.
The mulled wine sat in front of her, untouched for the moment. Gone was the somewhat studious and almost sweet facade she hid behind at the school. In front of Lirit sat a womanchild that had learned the hows of chess, and had excelled. Experience, years, sat in the second year's eyes as she leveled them on the Auror. Silence reigned, her honey eyes unapologetically measuring.
The mulled wine sat in front of her, untouched for the moment. Gone was the somewhat studious and almost sweet facade she hid behind at the school. In front of Lirit sat a womanchild that had learned the hows of chess, and had excelled. Experience, years, sat in the second year's eyes as she leveled them on the Auror. Silence reigned, her honey eyes unapologetically measuring.
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Old Scenes / Silent Footsteps (9/27 Private)
« Last post by Angel of Grace on September 27, 2012, 08:32:57 pm »Lirit took a seat in the back of the Inn. A private table shielded from view with a privacy spell up to keep others from listening in on the conversation. It was here that he would begin his mission in converting students to there side of thinking. Starting with th ones he observed so far.
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Old Scenes / The crows caw [9/27 evening, private]
« Last post by Lucifer Liberius on September 27, 2012, 04:19:51 pm »Dev and morgana had entered the forest, and walked till they found a clearing. Todays training has promised to be different.
"So whats the plan for today, princess?"
"So whats the plan for today, princess?"