Bramblepoint Shipwreck in a sea of faces

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The thumping of heartbeats kept a tight hold on his attention, allowing him not even a second to survey his surroundings. There was a strong temptation to dive down right then and there, to sink his talons into the soft flesh of what hid among the underbrush. Knowing better, however, he kept himself still and continued to wait. Just as he was about to lurch forward, there came an unnatural shift in the wind. At first, he was at a loss on what could have caused it, but then his obsidian eyes found themselves lingering on another creature. Her face was as pale as snow itself, similar to the faces he’d grown up around. Immediately, he knew what the foreign presence was, but the ‘who’ was still a mystery. As she stared up at him, he returned the gesture, taking in every inch of her appearance. He was surprised she’d not attacked him in some fashion, knowing well that most barn owls looked down upon those possessing more melanin within them. It made him curious of her, and even suspect the situation might be nothing more than the calm before a storm.
 
With his meal forgotten, Keyx twisted his head into an angle that would be highly unnatural for any other species. He had wished to get a better look at the female, interested in what her purpose there was. The fact that her gaze remained on him made the boy positive she was not looking to dine, lest she expected him to catch a meal for the both of them. Or, perhaps, she’d planned to steal whatever he’d catch. Inwardly, he waved such negative thoughts away, and outwardly let out a churring sound to break the silence between them. “Hello,” he greeted, a cheerful tone hidden amongst his words. Though mildly suspicious of what her intentions may be, he could not be anything but his usual, friendly self. “Out for a meal?” Again, his head turned, neck twisting in ways that would surely make anyone other than an owl cringe. His head rested to the opposite side of what it’d previously been, focusing his hearing on Vulpine instead of what lingered far below on the forest floor.