05-01-2018, 11:25 PM
The bird let off a small chitter. Tiny cat. Mewling. Scared. Easy pickings.
But mammals weren't really her first option. But, if there was nothing else, and she needed to...
Her train of thought stopped as she saw a deer. Smelt like decay. Still walked. Infection? It was still cold. Don't infections stop in the cold? Maybe they didn't. She didn't learn much about the cold places. How did she get here, anyway? Must have been really off course during the night.
Herbivores tended to protect others. Other non-predators. That was just how it was. Maybe if she was quick? The bird kept on thinking for a moment, before she realized the deer had spoken.
"Nothing bad, as far as I know."
She flared her wings once, a passive gesture. Then, turning to hear another voice, she got quite a spook in the form of a cat. A predator. A cat that eats birds. She lifted into the air, landing on a small craig of rock. How did she not see it coming? Why did it not pounce? Her mind was racing, she shook her head before realizing that it had spoken as well. She needed to get better at that - Magpies tended not to listen to other animals if they didn't need to. Predators you run from, and the idle thoughts of herbivores didn't have much consequence to her.
"His parent should watch over him better, then. Not leave a kitten out while there are predators." She ruffled her feathers again, fight or flight response at the ready.
"What is snowbound? Is that... This area? I see. Snow is the white stuff, yes?" Her words, her warble, seemed to have somewhat of an accent - she sounded foreign, very foreign.
"Magpies tend not give their name to strangers. To predators, who would rather eat you than have a nice chat. You seem the exception. Why? It matters not. This shall be the exception as well, I suppose. I am Jewelia. But names are for exchanging. What are yours?" She cast a look out to everyone in the clearing from atop her rock.
But mammals weren't really her first option. But, if there was nothing else, and she needed to...
Her train of thought stopped as she saw a deer. Smelt like decay. Still walked. Infection? It was still cold. Don't infections stop in the cold? Maybe they didn't. She didn't learn much about the cold places. How did she get here, anyway? Must have been really off course during the night.
Herbivores tended to protect others. Other non-predators. That was just how it was. Maybe if she was quick? The bird kept on thinking for a moment, before she realized the deer had spoken.
"Nothing bad, as far as I know."
She flared her wings once, a passive gesture. Then, turning to hear another voice, she got quite a spook in the form of a cat. A predator. A cat that eats birds. She lifted into the air, landing on a small craig of rock. How did she not see it coming? Why did it not pounce? Her mind was racing, she shook her head before realizing that it had spoken as well. She needed to get better at that - Magpies tended not to listen to other animals if they didn't need to. Predators you run from, and the idle thoughts of herbivores didn't have much consequence to her.
"His parent should watch over him better, then. Not leave a kitten out while there are predators." She ruffled her feathers again, fight or flight response at the ready.
"What is snowbound? Is that... This area? I see. Snow is the white stuff, yes?" Her words, her warble, seemed to have somewhat of an accent - she sounded foreign, very foreign.
"Magpies tend not give their name to strangers. To predators, who would rather eat you than have a nice chat. You seem the exception. Why? It matters not. This shall be the exception as well, I suppose. I am Jewelia. But names are for exchanging. What are yours?" She cast a look out to everyone in the clearing from atop her rock.