somethings .coming (plot thread)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2w5ukco.jpg] Wind roared through the heavy mist that shrouded the Great Ga'hoole tree. A high-pitched tingg tingg sounded, and eerie yellow eyes glowed from the thick mist. The sound of wings flapping hard and fast came in fast, heavy panting breaths escaped out of the throat of a owl who was closing in on the island. Thoughts swirled through this owls mind as he flew in. His face was matted and covered in streaks of blood. His left wing was just about torn and shredded. But still he managed to fly. Deep in his gizzard, he knew the Great Ga'hoole tree was there. It was just a feeling, and he believed it more than his own mind. He then dropped, almost like going yeep, but he had enough control to slow at the end. He flopped onto his side on the ground of the tree, his breath coming in harsh and throaty. His left wing was limp. He was unable to move it at all anymore. It was at that instant he gave out a raucus call, of warning, pain and for help. He so depriately hoped the danger had not arrived. He needed to warn them. Warn them.. warrrn.. themm... The pain was intense, almost unbelievable. He barely remembered what happened. All he remembered was that a huge band of owls soared over his homeland, murdering and taking young owls. His own family had been slaughtered. He knew this because he saw it happen. So much blood. Screeches and hoots of pain and agony. Voices crying for the help of their mate or children. Or even their parents. He was mauled after he flew away, slammed around, beaten. The band of owls hissed to him that they'd kill him if he spoke of them to anyone. He had let something about conqering the Guardians slip out and then the little owlet was tossed aside. Nothing to him was right anymore. So he flew to Ga'hoole, believing in his gizzard. He wouldn't let himself think he'd die. And here he was, on the banks of the Hoolian tree, hopefully being saved. The little Masked owl had an odd mask that covered only his eyes. There was a little hint of white face around his lower face, underneath his beak. But that was it. When he grew up, it was notiable he'd be handsome. But battle wounds, and owl talons would run over his right eye forever, baring him with the insanity that everyone he had lived with before he joined the Guardians were murdered under his gaze. It killed him inside. But he had to buck up and learn to live again. Whether it meant being rejected, or following his gizzard.

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[atrb=background,http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/sindari2.png,true] It was a sorry, misty day. The mist hung around the Great Ga'Hoole tree as owls hooted and flew about. Sindari would probably be out later, looking for those lost in this thick mist. It was horrible; it clung to your feathers and weighed you down as you flew, which was never good for an owl. She had heard stories of owls drowning in heavy mist like this. She shivered lightly; the cold was starting to set in and take it's cold icy grip to the tree, making it feel like a hard winter was ahead, but hey. Sindari was certainly no weather interpretor. She'd leave that to little old Elhana. She was so small, it was funny sometimes. Lost in her mind, she was brought back by the sound of wings. She lifted her head, trying to see (obviously, this was a stupid choice because the mist was so thick). She hooted loudly, trying to see if she got a response. After a while, she heard another hoot; it sounded pained. Without a second thought, the female spread out her wings and pushed the air away, flapping to the air. Her bright eyes scoured the mist. She saw other owls coming back from colliering and a few weather owls. She narrowed her eyes as she flew in a tight circle; who was in distress? Another hoot. She pushed herself towards the sound, flapping through the thick, curling mist. It was hard to see, but she could see their shape in the mist; dark, with bright yellow eyes. Her armour glinted, probably in the poor bird's eyes. The bird was definately an owl, no doubt about it. "H-Hey!" she called out, hoping she didn't scare him. She slowed her flapping, and peered between the openings of her helmet. "Are you...? Are you okay? I don't regocnise you," she murmured. "You look like you need help. Come with me. I'll get you to the tree; it's warm and dry, and you can rest." she smiled, stopping and turning around. "The name is Sindari, by the by, of the search and rescue and battle chaws. But you can call me Sin. Got a name?" muse booster; to the sky, owl city. words; there are some words derp. tag; masq/open weather; misty, miserable. notes; sindari is made of hawt awesome.

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[Castaway™]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2w5ukco.jpg] Masq let out a shrill screech, attempting to flap. But his wing was to severely injured, and Masq only pained himself more. At the sound of talons clicking on the soft grass where he laid, Masq breathed a sigh of relief. Her cooing voice enveloped her, and Masq answered eagerly. "Masq," with all the strength he could muster, he lifted to his talons and hopped to the side, dizziness settling in his head, his gizzard churning with pain. His wing was help against his side uselessly, the side of his face bloodied. He looked at Sindari an let out a hoot of acknowledment. His head tilted, the sounds of hooting owls was heard from the great tree, and he stumbled a bit, before looking back at the owl that found him. "May I ask of your assistance to the great tree? I'm in a bit of a predicament. My wing has been broken." he hooted, his soft Masked owl voice rang out in a raspy tone. He was in no shape to fly. Not at all. His feathers were matted, his white face hidden with blood. He was rather ugly at the moment. But it wouldn't take long to groom himself. He prided himself on that. But down behind those dark eyes, was a slight treacherous ambition that could be dangerous if not tamed. But there was another side of him. A side that was fiercely loyal. He almost had the aura of goodness. Even if the bruteness on the outside overtook him. But some things change, and it's obvious he would. Just be patient, wait and watch his personality develop.

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