05-31-2018, 07:02 PM
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SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[W]iskerSOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Argus remembers her badgers. Surprisingly, it was a joke she made with her clan mates a long time ago, that she'd adopt a family of badgers. It was pure irony and good nature spite that she had found a family of them and adopted them. In a clan full of hawk companions she had three savage little monsters following her around. She hadn't much thought of them then. Not much, but then again good memories were always easier to forget, or easily muted with the knowledge that everyone in those memories was dead or lost to time.
So when she made her rounds that morning, patrolling the borders, it was with great delight that she stumbled upon the two familiar forms of her old companions and not someone else. Because- taking note of their forms they probably would've attacked anyone else on sight. Which is to say- they did attack her on sight, but it was less trying to fend off a predator/subduing prey and more a few playful and threatening bites and aimed claw swipes. She expected them to be mad though, she did technically abandon them.
She was just glad they were back.
She took in their forms then, Kit was a runt when she had her first. Smaller than the kits of badgers should be, not stood bigger than her brother. She was the more distant of the two but twice the more affectionate when she warmed up to someone. Now had three large claw marks over the spine of her back that had scarred. Eyes a stale grey that was uncommon. She had a hawk feather piercing on her cropper ear, something argus had done to the both of them when they were little to keep others from trying to scare them off.
Kathulu was probably the first born with how pampered he was as a kid. He was especially savage compared to his sister, more aggressive. He didn't seem to have any major injuries or past ones that argus noticed, but he looked generally more ruffled than his sibling. He had a nicked ear where his piercing was though, and she assumed he ripped it off or something got to it that he was fighting.
She smiled at them both, and made a beeline for barracuda bay, her little family trailing behind her. Before she had only really given them red meat from doe or white meat from other birds that she could catch. But she was interested in seeing them try and eat fish. If nothing else watch their expressions as she ate some herself. She always had a better mood after eating red meat- sating her own spiritual hunger as well as the physical kind.
So when she made her rounds that morning, patrolling the borders, it was with great delight that she stumbled upon the two familiar forms of her old companions and not someone else. Because- taking note of their forms they probably would've attacked anyone else on sight. Which is to say- they did attack her on sight, but it was less trying to fend off a predator/subduing prey and more a few playful and threatening bites and aimed claw swipes. She expected them to be mad though, she did technically abandon them.
She was just glad they were back.
She took in their forms then, Kit was a runt when she had her first. Smaller than the kits of badgers should be, not stood bigger than her brother. She was the more distant of the two but twice the more affectionate when she warmed up to someone. Now had three large claw marks over the spine of her back that had scarred. Eyes a stale grey that was uncommon. She had a hawk feather piercing on her cropper ear, something argus had done to the both of them when they were little to keep others from trying to scare them off.
Kathulu was probably the first born with how pampered he was as a kid. He was especially savage compared to his sister, more aggressive. He didn't seem to have any major injuries or past ones that argus noticed, but he looked generally more ruffled than his sibling. He had a nicked ear where his piercing was though, and she assumed he ripped it off or something got to it that he was fighting.
She smiled at them both, and made a beeline for barracuda bay, her little family trailing behind her. Before she had only really given them red meat from doe or white meat from other birds that she could catch. But she was interested in seeing them try and eat fish. If nothing else watch their expressions as she ate some herself. She always had a better mood after eating red meat- sating her own spiritual hunger as well as the physical kind.