08-26-2018, 12:06 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]So absorbed in frothed fangs, a snarl from the dog directed away from the aging wood was the thing that eventually caused Corryn to pay attention to his surroundings with several blinks. The Tyto angled his head, no longer blinded to the presence of the metallic canine, tucking his wings back where they belonged as the killing blow was made to the mixed breed. For a while he looked away when blood began to pool out of the gaping wound, not so much out of disgust for such a horrific scene but instead to look again for a safe place to glide to away from the one with the sword. Relief may have washed over the young creature for a bit, thinking that he had perhaps been liberated from the tree's shackles, but the Havener's words send a chill down his spine that the deceased canine could never stir within Cory. Still rather trapped, he whirled his neck around once more, slowly dipping his head towards Sparrow. Strange really, how the one named after a little bird technically rescued a little bird. A coincidence lost to Corryn out of a lack of knowledge about the stranger, the barn owl would say a brief "Thank you,", nervous chuckle escaping him with the remark.
They can smell fear, that was what he'd always heard about the furred ones, now that creatures with cognitive reasoning had began to approach, Corryn could only hope that he had the confidence within himself to not let that fact bother him. Talking to creatures like this was a new experience, so used to the company of his family, Cory never thought he'd have the chance to talk to grounded animals without being ghosted by very angry, very possessive parents. Though reaching an age where a lot of owls would leave and make homes of their own, the pale avian was admittedly a little too sheltered to worry much about that. The sound of someone exasperated at the slaying of the enemy caused him to snap out of his bewilderment, deciding to try his hardest to limit the blame on Sparrow's shoulders. "It's ok ma'am, it might've hurt one of you had something not been done about it,". It was unfortunate that it had to go like that, but sometimes death was inevitable. With how vile the beast had been acting towards Corryn itself, the barn owl at least couldn't find much to complain about. "You might've gotten its crazy genes,". Or rabies, as it was more commonly known as. Birds weren't effected too much by carriers, but it was a different kettle of fish for mammals.
"I'm fine though," he decided to change the subject before sparking a moral debate, giving a brief look down to his injury once more. "I caught my leg on something when trying to get away and it kinda hurts, I... I hate to ask but if I get down can I tend to it?". Corryn had no clue what he was doing medically, but he knew that a clan might not be keen to use precious supplies up on a stranger when winter was fast approaching. What he did know though was that he'd have his feathers plucked if he returned home, and wanting to avoid such a fate, figured it'd be better to ask these strangers for some assistance. It seemed that getting down without hurting himself further would be the hardest part though - landing on one leg was gonna suck.
They can smell fear, that was what he'd always heard about the furred ones, now that creatures with cognitive reasoning had began to approach, Corryn could only hope that he had the confidence within himself to not let that fact bother him. Talking to creatures like this was a new experience, so used to the company of his family, Cory never thought he'd have the chance to talk to grounded animals without being ghosted by very angry, very possessive parents. Though reaching an age where a lot of owls would leave and make homes of their own, the pale avian was admittedly a little too sheltered to worry much about that. The sound of someone exasperated at the slaying of the enemy caused him to snap out of his bewilderment, deciding to try his hardest to limit the blame on Sparrow's shoulders. "It's ok ma'am, it might've hurt one of you had something not been done about it,". It was unfortunate that it had to go like that, but sometimes death was inevitable. With how vile the beast had been acting towards Corryn itself, the barn owl at least couldn't find much to complain about. "You might've gotten its crazy genes,". Or rabies, as it was more commonly known as. Birds weren't effected too much by carriers, but it was a different kettle of fish for mammals.
"I'm fine though," he decided to change the subject before sparking a moral debate, giving a brief look down to his injury once more. "I caught my leg on something when trying to get away and it kinda hurts, I... I hate to ask but if I get down can I tend to it?". Corryn had no clue what he was doing medically, but he knew that a clan might not be keen to use precious supplies up on a stranger when winter was fast approaching. What he did know though was that he'd have his feathers plucked if he returned home, and wanting to avoid such a fate, figured it'd be better to ask these strangers for some assistance. It seemed that getting down without hurting himself further would be the hardest part though - landing on one leg was gonna suck.
JUST GOTTA KEEP MOVING FORWARDS .
crossfade ★ snowbound ★ eagleheart ★ maned wolf w/ mutations ★ tags are a wip ★ plot is a wip ★ played by @PYRO