05-02-2018, 06:02 PM
Too many animals. Not enough Magpies. Prey talking with predators, cats not killing future rivals.
This place was much too different for her liking. How did she get here? Talking again - more words.
"Bad is annoying indeed." She hoped that would be enough to placate the deer - they hadn't said much to respond to, in any case. Not her fault. Autumn. Okay. That's a name. And, saying predators... protect prey. Odd, very odd. She shifted her wings idly.
Oh, a corvid. A taste of home, perhaps? She swiveled her head at the black bird. Not a magpie. Sad. But, unlike the drivel of mammals, an avian, a fellow corvid especially, was good to listen to in almost all cases. Words of warning, or... That. It seemed the corvids here were different as well.
"Uptight? How do you mean, Raven? And I'm going to leave when I can, I would have been anyways. Far too cold." What did they have to say in her uptightness? No, she meant, she wasn't uptight. Nope. Not at all. Any good bird would spend an ample amount of time cleaning her feathers. This was a bird she would not like. Probably. But... She had to play nice. A murder of crows is not something any sane bird would mess with - odd there was only one here, though.
And then the small kitten - the first creature to make themselves known to her, did something odd. He hugged the magpie, pushing his warm body against hers. She couldn't help but give a small warbling laugh. Baby mammals could be adorable sometimes. It did help, though, sharing heat. Made her less cold. As expected.
"Harrison, yes? and Jacob. Good to know. I am a magpie. Oh. I think there's another type, actually. I'm the bigger one. Australian, I believe we are called?" And with everyone around, there was bound to be some source of food.
Other than kittens.
This place was much too different for her liking. How did she get here? Talking again - more words.
"Bad is annoying indeed." She hoped that would be enough to placate the deer - they hadn't said much to respond to, in any case. Not her fault. Autumn. Okay. That's a name. And, saying predators... protect prey. Odd, very odd. She shifted her wings idly.
Oh, a corvid. A taste of home, perhaps? She swiveled her head at the black bird. Not a magpie. Sad. But, unlike the drivel of mammals, an avian, a fellow corvid especially, was good to listen to in almost all cases. Words of warning, or... That. It seemed the corvids here were different as well.
"Uptight? How do you mean, Raven? And I'm going to leave when I can, I would have been anyways. Far too cold." What did they have to say in her uptightness? No, she meant, she wasn't uptight. Nope. Not at all. Any good bird would spend an ample amount of time cleaning her feathers. This was a bird she would not like. Probably. But... She had to play nice. A murder of crows is not something any sane bird would mess with - odd there was only one here, though.
And then the small kitten - the first creature to make themselves known to her, did something odd. He hugged the magpie, pushing his warm body against hers. She couldn't help but give a small warbling laugh. Baby mammals could be adorable sometimes. It did help, though, sharing heat. Made her less cold. As expected.
"Harrison, yes? and Jacob. Good to know. I am a magpie. Oh. I think there's another type, actually. I'm the bigger one. Australian, I believe we are called?" And with everyone around, there was bound to be some source of food.
Other than kittens.