Tenebrus II
Magical Creature
Thestral Stallion
Hotdog Aficionado
Posts: 71
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Post by Tenebrus II on Mar 23, 2009 2:16:55 GMT 1
Bored.
Bored bored bored.
Again.
Tenebrus’s solo hunting expedition had been rather pathetic, to say the least. After following the mares around really just whining and begging for someone to go with him, Tenebrus had given up and attempted to find something decent on his own again.
Maybe a stray cat from the school. Heh heh.
His expedition had been just as doomed to fail as the War on Terror. After strolling around for what felt like days (30 minutes), Tenebrus stopped and have a miserable squawk like someone had just stolen his lollypop. No faaaaair. How inconsiderate of those blasted forest animals to avoid him and try and deny the food chain! He gave another effort to perhaps try and locate some sort of bird, but everything alive seemed to be giving him a wide berth and for good reason.
Bah, this was why he molested the students for sandwiches. Easier.
Giving up, he turned around and made a decision just to just wander back up at the school. It was a little dark to find students, and the snow didn’t help their desire to be outside, but there had to be someone. Starting off a brisk trot, the thought of hotdogs luring him on, he made his way towards the castle. Nothing was gunna stop him now, not even - ... WAAAAIT A SEC!
Did he smell that right? Oh yeah. Tenebrus absolutely stopped dead in his tracks, craning his neck and extending his nose to sniff the bark of a tree he’d just passed. It smelled like hippogriff. Not just any hippogriff either. A Flytail hippogriff. Tenebrus didn’t usually go cross-species, but damn the girl was fine.
Priorities changed, he started wandering off, trying to catch the randomly dispersed and difficult to follow scent trail.
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Post by flytail on Mar 23, 2009 7:23:18 GMT 1
Indeed, Tenebrus had found a particular female hippogriff by the name Flytail. Once again, she had strayed from her herd, or flock. Those dominant females were so protective of their food. Screw them, she'd find her own damn food. Yeah...who needs a flock, or herd...whatever you call it. Holding his equine tail up high, she had taken herself off to the grounds, scared off a bunch of students accidently, and found a strange piece of food. Taking the hotdog, she flew off back to the forest.
With the hotdog in her beak, she was having trouble swallowing it. It's warm smell blocked her nostrils, and she didn't notice any signs of Tenebrus. Nor did she even consider to look around or wait until plodding out into a trail and continuing on her way, talons and hooves mashing against the vines growing on the dirt. Flytail stopped for a moment, dropping the hotdog and attempting to once again swallow it. How could humans eat this thing?!
Once she finally managed to slice it in half, she took her time to eat the first part. Picking up the other half, she once again held her tail and head high and pranced off deeper into the forest. Now she was becoming slightly more wary, and then she caught a sound of someone moving towards her. Crap, she thought, Please not Tenebrus,. She was completely unaware of his hotdog fetish, however, and it stayed clenched in her beak, with the warm smell becoming slightly fainter.
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Tenebrus II
Magical Creature
Thestral Stallion
Hotdog Aficionado
Posts: 71
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Post by Tenebrus II on Mar 23, 2009 9:05:23 GMT 1
Hmm, he was getting closer now. Her scent was stronger. Awesome. Pretty lady had apparently been on walk-around. He felt like he’d been zigzagging back and forth for a while and her scent trail and footprints even intersected with that of some students. Argh, no fair! She’d beaten him to it! Nevermind, maybe she’d saved him something if she was lucky enough to have found food on them.
The main problem was that her trail abruptly dropped off after that, which meant she’d flown off somewhere. Argh! Nuu! Now there was no telling where she’d gone! Sulkily, Tenebrus decided to give up the hunt for the day and took to the wing himself, making a short run-up then leaping into the air, his wings straining to rise higher until he hit a good air current to help bolster his weight.
After a few seconds flying back, it was only luck, bad luck as far as Flytail was concerned, that he spotted her figure through the canopy. With a loud scream of joy at his fortune, Tenebrus swerved downwards into a dive, almost crashing through the holes between the branches and damn near fumbling the landing in his excitement. It was like a giant black bat had just dive-bombed out of the sky and narrowly avoided a collision with the ground. A rain of sticks and leaves even fell down onto his goofy yet triumphant-looking head. Bam! Found ya!
...OMG.
HOTDOG!
How considerate! She’d brought food for their little date! If she wanted to ask him out to dinner she didn’t need to make a puzzle out of it! Sheesh!
Making a bizarre variety of noises that were meant to be a comforting greeting, Tenebrus boldly strode over to grab the hotdog that was so obviously for him out of her beak and rustling his wings happily.
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Post by flytail on Mar 23, 2009 21:17:20 GMT 1
Fly tail was stunned as she heard a loud crash behind her. Whipping herself around, she let out a murmur of surprise, jolting backwards. She yelled at him, making high pitched squawking noises as he came to grab the rest of the hotdog. Raising her wings, she tried to brush him away. With her eyes narrowed, she made sure to watch what he was doing. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Stealing her food! Despicable.
Realising she was in control of the game, she held her head up, trying to taunt the theatre with the hotdog still firmly in her beak. Spreading her wings out further, she took off into a low skim across the forest top. Her talons sometimes nicked a branch or two, but all she did was rise a few centimetres higher. Every now and then she'd look over her shoulder to see if Tenebrus was fallowing her flight.
By now the prize was getting cold and warmthless. Flytail payed no attention to that and flew higher, now heading towards the castle. Heheheh, maybe stun a few students with her aerobatics? But she wasn't a very good at aerobatics, and came out of a loop-the-loop half way, flying in a different direction now, but straight above the castle. Having the knowledge of knowing not to do that again, she stopped where she was and perched on a pillar, scanning the skyline for any signs of thestral.
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Tenebrus II
Magical Creature
Thestral Stallion
Hotdog Aficionado
Posts: 71
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Post by Tenebrus II on Mar 24, 2009 1:41:31 GMT 1
What? Guh! Even more no fair! The whole day was just a big steaming pile of not fair determined to be unfair!
First Tenebrus made a snap at the hotdog only to have his teeth shut on nothing, and then Flytail had to be a goober and dangle it above his head like a tall kid teasing a short one. He could always appreciate a girl playing hard to get but argh, time and place? He was huuuungry! Oh well, maybe if he was persistent enough then-... HAY!
NO! COME BACK!
Without warning Flytail had taken to the air again and was busy making herself scarce. Playful little runt. So that’s what this was! Like a game of tag, or something, and the prize was a hotdog and Flytail’s attentions! That was totally cool, he was down with that. The timing was a little unfortunate, but this was a step up from her trying to kick him in the face like that regrettable incident last time.
With a loud, excitable shriek Tenebrus kicked off into the air and tried to stick close behind Fly to make good use of her slipstream. Following wasn’t complicated until she got faster and started swerving, so for a moment Tenebrus almost lost her. They were at the school now and the damn hippogriff had almost dropped off the face of the planet.
Tenebrus made one round around the castle before he spotted her on pillar like some bizarre (but sexy) statue. With a loud triumphant screech he veered sharply in her direction, figuring the game was over and that he’d won. His hotdog nao! In a flash he was zooming her way, apparently not realising the surface wasn’t big enough to hold both of them and that collision was now imminent.
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Post by flytail on Mar 24, 2009 9:07:28 GMT 1
Squawking happily as she saw no sign of her pursuer, Flytail pondered whether she should drop the hotdog or not. Some unlucky student beneath her would have a nasty fright when a mangled, cold hotdog whacked them across the head. Flicking her tail and hanging on by her claws, she waited to see if he really was after her. And it wasn't long that she needed to. Cringing at the loud shriek she heard.
Looking up again, she saw Tenebrus flying in her direction, about to crash into the pillar and herself. With what sounded like a scream, she nimbily launched herself off the pillar with her back legs, and landed on the next one, wrinkiling up her face into what could be a smirk of triumph. Hopefully, he would smash into the pole head first. Well, maybe he didn't deserve that. She might of thought otherwise if she knew that Tenebrus thought this was some kind of date though.
Spreading her wings, she looked down to the crowd of students below, tempted to let her prize fly onto someone's head. Would Tenebrus even go after it then? Excited by the thought, she let out a happy chirrup, throwing the hotdog with all the force she could be bothered to put into her beak. The next second, she heard a 'splat' as it hit a hat, smothering the top with tomato sauce and leaving the bun and sausage on the ground with a 'plop'.
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Tenebrus II
Magical Creature
Thestral Stallion
Hotdog Aficionado
Posts: 71
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Post by Tenebrus II on Mar 25, 2009 2:41:57 GMT 1
Shitshitshit!
Tenebrus only just managed to backwing and swerve out of the way from crashing after Flytail jumped off her little ledge. His dodge rather lacked the finesse he was hoping for and he even managed to shriek in surprise in a way it sounded an awful lot like a girl screaming.
Hiss. Flytail wasn’t playing fair. Tenebrus moodily flew around in an arch and managed to land, properly this time, on the pillar that Flytail had just vacated. He looked extremely out of place up there are as thestrals were ground-dwelling creatures by nature and he had a look like he was terrified he was about to slip off. But still, Flytail was up there, so he could risk a hundred foot fall, wings notwithstanding. (Well, it felt like that anyway.)
Worst date ever. Oh well, she’d stopped flying around, so that meant that he’d won, correct? Victory was his! Now if Flytail could just acquiesce him his Hotdog they could get around to socialising properly.
... Bah, he should have known it wasn’t that simple. The look on Tenebrus’s face as he watched the thing fall was like someone had just kicked his baby.
NUU!
Without a thought he leapt dramatically off the pillar and swerved down into what could only be called a divebomb towards the ground. Seconds before hitting the cobblestone he fanned his wings out and landed hard, but safely, right next to where it fell. Whatever poor kid it had landed on then got treated to a crazed thestral almost barrelling into them then stealing their hat.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 26, 2009 11:12:44 GMT 1
Whistling the latest song that had happened to catch his attention on the radio Scott Kovac had decided innocently to take a walk in the last of the evening sunshine. Having been in Croatia for the last few weeks it had been a rather cruel shock to the boy’s system to come back to Hogwarts and its subzero temperatures. Instead of being able to show off his sort of tan, he had to rug up and make himself look more marshmallow than human. How unfair was that?
But still he needed a walk. After Viv’s apparent death he’d spent too much time moping indoors. Why stay inside in the warmth when there was a frozen, glittering world to explore? At the last minute before he left his dorm Scott grabbed his beanie, couldn’t forget about keeping his ears warm now could he, that would just be silly.
The walk into the main part of the grounds was boring. There was nothing out there that Scott hadn’t seen before and there was no fun in that. Further down the path he could see the edge of the forest and the gamekeeper’s hut. There was no one living in there as far as he knew so McG wouldn’t mind if he poked around in there surely?
The further down the ‘path’ Scotty got, the deeper the snow was. Several times the boy nearly fell over but he really did fall over when something landed square on his head. A hotdog? What the hell? He glanced at the sky but couldn’t see any sign of where the hell a hotdog of all things had come from. Okay, he hadn’t expected to be assaulted by processed meat products, not the excitement he was after really.
But it wasn’t about to end with the hotdog, oh no.
Out of nowhere there was a huge black shape screeching and heading straight for him. “Holy crap,” Scott yelled, attempting to dodge whatever it was. Oh, it was just a Thestral which for some reason he could actually see. He was pretty sure he hadn’t watched anyone die recently not that it mattered right now. All it meant was he could actually see the demonic horse thing that was trying to steal his beanie.
“Go away, I don’t have anything for you,” desperately he struggled against the Thestral’s insistence but it was no use. In no time he’d lost his hat and now had to figure out how to get it back. The wind from the winged horse's beating wings whipped agianst Scotty's face, God his ears felt all exposed now.
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Post by flytail on Mar 26, 2009 21:46:45 GMT 1
Flytail let out a loud cry of what could not be mistaken as laughter. Seeing Tenebrus dive for the falling hot dog, then steal the guys hat was just priceless. Watching both of them struggle for a moment, she tilted her head for a better view, resting it against the pillar's iron bar. Anxiously flapping her wings, she crawled further away from the pillar.
With an ear-splitting shriek of talons clawing down glass tiles, Flytail was dangiling from the pillar for a very short amount of time before she dropped into the quadrangle. Thankfully, all the students in her current position had scattered off inside the castle. Dazed for a moment, she rolled over with a rather groggy look on her face, as if she'd just eaten something bad. Shaking her feathered head, she looked at the student for a while with her glaring eyes.
Unlike most Hippogriffs, Flytail forgot the whole 'bowing' thing, most of the time. But this was an acception. Standing up proudly, she waited for the student to bow to her. It wasn't like he was beating off a thestral or anything- oh wait, Tenebrus had taken his hat. She let out a faint murmering sound of chuckiling, then proceeded to wait.
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Tenebrus II
Magical Creature
Thestral Stallion
Hotdog Aficionado
Posts: 71
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Post by Tenebrus II on Apr 1, 2009 2:05:00 GMT 1
Hat hat hat. His hat! Let go, silly human!
SUCCESS!
Sooner rather than later Tenebrus was prancing off to the side with a beanie in his mouth that hopefully had a nice, juicey- GAH! What? Just sauce? Huh? NO! Then were the hotdog go? It had fallen onto the hat right? Or did it bounce off and land in the snow? Aww crap.
Tene didn’t get long to consider where the sausage may have fallen because what little train of thought he had was sharply interrupted by a loud screech of about 550 kilograms of taloned, flailing hippogriff about to fall out of the sky and onto his head. With a loud shriek of his own Tenebrus dropped the hat and took off into a gallop not a moment too soon, as a split second later Fly hit the ground right where he’d just been standing with a sickening crunch into the snow.
Oww. That had gotta hurt.
For a moment Tenebrus was actually worried, but Flytail got back up and seemed otherwise alright. Phew. Scotty’s beanie probably wasn’t so lucky, first having been assaulted with sauce, covered in thestral-breath, then squished by a horsebird-monster.
With a quick low hiss to tell Flyfail to watch where she falling next time, Tene resumed the hunt for the sausage, now buried into the snow somewhere.
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