01-20-2021, 06:33 PM
Well, some of these interactions that she had had with these weird animals were interesting. Granted they were mostly about her supposedly trespassing and joining their weird cult in order to live. She did not understand it considering how did one try to regulate where a bird may tread? She flew where she wanted to and this was no exception. She would fight with talons out if she must but she thought it was a silly notion to try and fight about. If they could catch her then she would probably considering their words. Maybe. But for now she was busy as she needed to make herself a home. Or at least a temporary place where she could rest and sleep. Just staying in a tree anywhere was boring and she could sit down like she wanted to so she instead began to look for a hollowed out tree that was suitable. Her wings beat silently against the winds as she moved along the coast, her bright white brown and grey features noticeable when she was close enough to be noticed. She had seen this one little spit of land not too far off of the land she had been moving around in. In her metal talons she had many sticks and twigs she had been collecting all morning. It was hard work but she knew she would be pleased with the results. After all, it was her nest and she was making it.
The tree she was using was deeper within the island, one that was twisted and gnarled. It had seemingly withstood a burning not too long ago and came back much more resilient. The hollowing was at the top, a hole punctured into it and she was bringing her twigs and sticks there. Landing along the edge of the hole she began to move and arrange the many different twigs to where she wanted them to go for the base. She already had blackbird feathers as well as finch feathers she had stripped from earlier meals that she was using for lining. Some moss would be nice though. Her body turned around and she stuck her head out of the tree before she took flight again and as she flew through the winding branches she noticed a house. One that had an odd doll near the front door. She slowed her flight, almost gliding leisurely to circle around the structure. Bronze red eyes narrowed slightly but she was curious of it as she lingered before she pushed herself forward with a few beats of her wings. Crossing the ocean she landed upon the beach and started to pick up more twigs and sticks into a pile, debating on where she would find some moss.
The tree she was using was deeper within the island, one that was twisted and gnarled. It had seemingly withstood a burning not too long ago and came back much more resilient. The hollowing was at the top, a hole punctured into it and she was bringing her twigs and sticks there. Landing along the edge of the hole she began to move and arrange the many different twigs to where she wanted them to go for the base. She already had blackbird feathers as well as finch feathers she had stripped from earlier meals that she was using for lining. Some moss would be nice though. Her body turned around and she stuck her head out of the tree before she took flight again and as she flew through the winding branches she noticed a house. One that had an odd doll near the front door. She slowed her flight, almost gliding leisurely to circle around the structure. Bronze red eyes narrowed slightly but she was curious of it as she lingered before she pushed herself forward with a few beats of her wings. Crossing the ocean she landed upon the beach and started to pick up more twigs and sticks into a pile, debating on where she would find some moss.