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prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 01, 2018

the sun had dipped beneath the horizon moments ago, and yet still the world was bright. the moon neared fullness, and the heavens were white with storm clouds, lit by the moon and setting the landscape bright. Snow tumbled down softly, not enough to influence visibility, the thick white flakes settling in the girl's chocolate pelt as she headed back in the general direction of Easthollow, chill already settled into her bones. 

There was beauty in solitude; she'd come to see it after weeks traveling alone, for the most part. There was the smell of decay here, too, and she investigated only to find the haunch of something that looked suspiciously wolf-like, though in it's state of decay she couldn't quite tell. muzzle wrinkling at the sight, she turned on her heel, weaving through the meadow aimlessly. 



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 02, 2018

The sun had gone down and the winter wind was picking up. At first the light snow didn't effect Astor at all. She kept a keen notice to when the wind would change and blow, but for not it was managable. But as she flew over the meadow and there was very little that broke the wind speed it became less so. The wind was picking up, if it were steady she would of had a better time with it, but with frequent gusts of different severity, she simply wanted to wait it out. 

Unfortunatly she was over a meadow, open and almost void of trees. She saw aways ahead of her, on the meadows southern edge, some cottonwood trees. That was her goal for now. She tired to push through the wind and at times ended up falling below her usual flying path, looking frantic from any lookers on. 

She she reached the trees she almost missed the branch, scraping some of the bark off before grabbing hold. After regaining her balance by flapping her wings she held them close to her and simply waiting. Eyeing the meadow .



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 03, 2018

It was getting colder, the wind picking up and raking its talons through her fur. She shivered, thinking longingly of her cozy den with Murdock, slipping into warmth and comfort. But first; the scent of marmot had suddenly become of interest to her, and she set about following the fresh trail, tail flicking eagerly. Above, a bird flew across the meadow, in a manner frantic and odd, and for a moment, she glanced up. It didn't seem to be the same bird she'd met at the lake, and thus she continued with her hunt. 

She startled the creature suddenly, it fled from its little hideaway in the grasses soundlessly. She was in pursuit immediately, throwing herself after it wildly, and quite suddenly lunging for its retreating rear. Her fangs found flesh, but not the grip that would ensure a clean kill. The front half of the creature swung around, biting and kicking in desperation, and she yelped as she released her hold. The creature moved away quickly, injured and slow, and a final desperate lunge had it scamper quicker, dog left bleeding and hurt behind it, shaking away the blood that leaked from the cut above her eye.



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 04, 2018

She had a sturdy grip on her branch now and had no intentions of moving. The wind caused the branch to sway from time to time, but over all it was very comforable, despite the cold. But when she head a bit of comotion from down below she stuck out her neck before looking down to see a wolf and a marmot wrestling with one another. 

With only grasp on it's back half the marmot was able to reach around and attacts its would be attacker. Throwing scratches and bites the wolf's way. In the end the marmot was released and the wolf was left with injuries. Astor could see alittle of the wolfs injuries but not really from how high up she was. 

Her curiosity got the best of her and persuaded her to get out of her comfortable possition so that she could glide down to a lower branch. Gliding down around the trees was much easier then flying over the open plain. She landed on a branch that would can able to wolfs head level. But when she flew down she noticed that this wolf looked alot more different then the others. I'ts coat was thinner and had a rather unique pattern. She stared at this wolf with curiosity.



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 05, 2018

She wasn't going to let some prey get away just because it had the audacity to nip at her! Poppy ceased swiping at her eyes and bolted after the stumbling thing, blinking through the blood that dripped into her left eye, finally drawing near enough to make a lunge as it began to vanish into it's burrow. Her fangs snapped on empty air as the thing found a reserve of energy somehow and vanished into the earth. She sat back, wilting, knowing that if she had only been faster she ought to have scored a meal. This time of year, she could not afford failure, even with the suport of Murdock and the pack. She settled onto her haunches, beginning to clean the scrapes on her face.



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 10, 2018

It didn't seem like the wolf was going to give up that easily, pushing though her injury as she continued to chase after the animal. But in the end the marmot got the best of this wolf and ended up getting away. 

Astor thought about going after the creature herself and bringing it back to the wolf. Either for her effort or to flaunt it in her face. But the marmot was alot bigger then the hawk and she in the end would also be very unfortunate. She followed the chase and ended up perched in a tree where the wolf now stood. 

Looking down at her she commented, "It gotcha pretty good, didn't it?" she said asking a rehetorical question.



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 15, 2018

Her tongue flicked sideways to catch a drop of tangy blood, serving only to remind her of the prey she'd lost. A flutter of wings; nearly lost among the gusts of wind that buffeted her still, had the collie twist. Another bird; perhaps the one she'd noted earlier. In response, the girl gave only a huff, her normal enthusiasm to speak with different sorts dampered by her failure.



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 21, 2018

The wolf gave no responce, just a seemingly aggitated huff. Now that wasn't a fun responce, Astor thought. Maybe she just felt too bad about her missing her prise to respond. Maybe a different topic would help, but probably not.

"This weather must really be getting to you with that coat of yours." she remarked, pointing out the thinner coat and indirectly the strange appearance.



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 22, 2018

The bird went on to point out her coat, just as another chill made its way down the girl's spine. "yes,"  She replied only, though added after a moment, "it's okay, though, because I'm not alone anymore." She elaborated, standing as the wounds seemed to clot and slow. She peered up at the bird, remembering her earlier frantic flight across the clearing. "this weather can't be very good for birds, either." She continued, referencing the scene that might have seemed almost comical to some. "why don't you migrate?" She'd wondered why some bird did and others did not, especially if everything was supposed to be better to the south.



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 27, 2018

She wolf shuddering only emphasised Astor's correct statement and the wolf confirmation. But her words made it sound as though this wasn't an often occurance. Unlike alot of the other wolves she had run into, this wolf sounded like she was in a pack. Or at least in a group willing to help provider her with warmth, and, Astor assumed, food. 

But the conversation turned to birds, and indirectly to her. She felt a bit insulted to have been grouped together with such weak and sensitive birds. But it was a common misconception to believe that all birds migrated during the winter. "I stay here all year round. I don't see the need to go south when I can get food here regardless. It's not like the rabbits go south." she commented. Other birds might go south because of the lack of food during the cold months, but for Astor, being the raptor that she was, she could hunt her food which was well suited for winter just as she was.



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 28, 2018

The bird began to explain that not all birds migrated, and Poppy performed another odd hopping dance before curling in tightly on herself, not really wanting to leave the bird, but also not entirely wanting to remain here much longer. "hmm," She offered contemplatively, asking a beat later, "only meat-birds, like you, stay here?" She supposed it did make sense that they stayed, and the songbirds flew south as their seeds and greenery were covered by snow and ice.



RE: prelude in c major - Astor - January 29, 2018

She watched the wolf do her strange jig but didn't think to mention it since she refocused onto their conversation. She had taken in most of what she said, but it was still not quite right. There were other factors, some Astor couldn't explain, not having to worry about migration herself.

"Those not suited for the winter also migrate. Along with other factors. All I know is I'm staying put." she said finishing up.



RE: prelude in c major - RIP Poppy - January 30, 2018

It was a final gust of wind that made up the girl's mind for her, and she surged to her feet as soon as the bird finished. "oh," She was for a moment thoughtful, but the cold did not allow her to dwell long on the bird's words. Giving a quick shake of her pelt, shifting anxiously as she tried to move feeling back into her paws, Poppy gave a short nod. Uttering a quick and hasty goodbye, she glanced to the bird once more before turning in her heel and trotting back home, picking up speed as she beelined back to the safety of her den.