black bird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

[Jackdaw]

Wings spread, like the sails of the black abyss. The moonlight a glistening tendril running along the creatures back, purple lashing out like the sting of a whip against the black tendrils. A gleam in his eye, a coy grin on his beak. This was the creature that helped the dead on its way. The reapers own parrot. A motion, flap of wings, feathers glossy smooth against the surface of the abnormally large raven. A grinding screech broke the silence, the call of death after death. The stench of rotting corpse, and waste escaping the holds of its black confines. Tail twitched, sending it off into a different direction, the scent of ground crawlers was nearby. Riddle me this, riddle me that, let my words become a bats. He called out, a snicker and yet another call escaping his beak. Talons exposed themselves, clutching onto the nearest limb of a decaying tree, branches clear of there leaves, a cold air blowing against its bark, sending moans into the night. Oh how the little creatures run when Jack the Ripper comes out for fun. A hoarse cry of laughter caused the area to fall into silence, the crazed bird leaning from leg to leg as he looked over his surroundings. Where were the fur covered brutes hidding? Come out to play, I have a game, a game of riddles and guns! The thought of the large metal objects those two legged ones carried around, blasting forth fire like a beast from old fairy tales. Yes, the wolves would fear those, the two legged beasts, the ones that resembled deformed ducks. Another loud cackle of crazed joy, and excitment escaped his confines, and he continued the noise for quite some time, enjoying every bit of his lovely song.

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[Malo]

Mind if Malo stalks in? =D

Well that was something you didn't see everday. Malo had been, as always, stalking his own lands, the Outlands of the Vagabonds, to see this strange creature about. A raven was it? It looked like an eagle. Malo frowned, his keen ears picking up the curious song it sang to the entire land. How many ravens could speak the tounge that such creature such as he spoke? It was a curious riddle and getting curiouser, as the feathered creature had sang. An eerie coincidence.

"Yeah, bet you're 'aving a load 'o fun, Sir Jack the Ripper..." the coyote said, walking right up to the tree, crimson eyes angled direcly up at the raven. It looked as though his eyes must be bleeding profusely to create such a vibrant red, but in truth, it was a natural color. He blinked the crimson eyes, the chilling wind of the oncoming winter blowing his fur in a wave-like pattern. "I'm called Malo, nice to meet you..." he went on, tail flicking. He glanced around, his ears picking up no traces of prey in the undergrowth. Malo looked up again. "And thank you for scarin' away all the food. You're a help." he said bitterly. He was getting a bit hungry, and he was hoping for a decent rabbit or something else like that. Looks like this feathered fiend had dashed those hopes, though...

[Jackdaw]

Jackdaw cocked his head to the side, keen eyes picking out Malo before he had even made it near the tree. A coy smile could be seen, and he resisted the urge to swoop down and peck at the nuisance of the furry disgrace. Wasn't it the kind that wolves despised, and they in turn despised wolves? Well if its a side the coyote wanted he would have to beg. With a litte chuckle he walked along the branch, making his way closer to the trunk of the tree, making obsense gestures as he went along. He wasn't the kindest of ravens after all. Ah, if you want Jackdaws cookies you will have to make him sing. He cooed, puffing his feathers out, and just as easily they smoothed back down, once more a seamless black fabric. The raven glanced at the coyotes eyes with curiosity, and then suddenly exclaimed. If you want to keep those rubies you better hide them away, for Jackdaw will peck them out until you bleed dry. This caused him to emit another loud cackled, and he continued on as if he hadn't even spoke of inflicting damage upon the ground crawler. Malo, Malo there is food all around! And with that he began pecking and scraping at the bark of the tree. A barely audible squeal was issued as Jackdaw plucked a catipiller from its little nest inside the bark of the tree. Fenty, Fenty ov vood.* He spoke, voice muffled by the wriggling protests of the critter. Jackdaw soon raised his beak so it faced upward, and swallowed his little snack hole, head snapping sharply to attention as he looked back down upon Malo, snickering in such a way that shivers could crawl down the warmest of spines. Plenty, plenty of food.*

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[Malo]

What a strange creature... of course, strange things occur every day. He had been reminded of that with his run-in with Shiba the cougar at the mountains. His face stood stoney through the raven's first words to him, he inferring the bird's name to be Jackdaw from the quote. The bird went on, cackling and chattering like a deranged raccoon. A bitter grimace sparked on his features at the sound of his eyes. What was so weird about red eyes? There were plenty of albino creatures, he just happened to be devoid of the white fur. He was very partial to his eyes as well... he didn't want a raven pecking them out of all things.

"No, thank you." he replied icily, resisting to add in a lets see you try, vermin on the end at the last second. He wasn't in the mood to bat off an annoying talking raven. His grimace deepened as the raven stripped away the trees protective sheild of bark to reveal a writhing catapillar. He watched with distaste, but in a tiny fleck of curiousity, as the raven devoured the small insect. "Plenty of food when you'll eat anything," he said, the comment pointed directly at the black-clad creature. "I'm not very fond of insects, either."

He blinked again, becoming increasingly cautious about the cackling raven. It was something pretty scary to be threatened with your eyes being pecked out, but he was hoping that he was a tiny bit faster than to let the raven do anything... of course, what had the bird a reason to attack him? He was simply walking about, curious about a few things. Just because he had a sharp tounge didn't mean he was too dangerous. He couldn't fly to catch up with the bird. Hell, he couldn't climb trees either.

[lisea]

so make it stop _________o u t o f c h a r a c t e r ( !! )hope you don't mind Lisea, I need threads (: yay for brightness? i'm getting off _________b a c k i n c h a r a c t e r ( !! )Lisea cocked her ear toward the sound of speech, two creatures chattering. They had not started long ago, so this would be a perfect time to hope in and display a rather sarcastic appeal. A coyote and a raven, an odd match for the leader. Humming gently, she strolled toward the two, a brow cocked. Hello hello. Her voice was smooth, with a slight clicker of coldness. She had heard the name "Jackdaw" from the raven and assumed it was it's name. While the coyote had spoke it's name "Malo". No all that was needed was the giving of her name and they would be set. Blue-green eyes looked up and down the two, Lisea watching the raven gobble up it's meal. Insects were not the highlight of Lisea's meals. The female stood, ears lifted. ( !! )Coyotes were ment to hate the wolves with every fibre of their bodies, while wolves were supposed to deal with the same. The leader did not mind coyotes so much, they had not bothered her lately so she would dislike them in anyway - for now. I'm Lisea. A nod followed as she trailed off, looking toward the coyote. He did not look so interested in the insect eating of the raven. A brow rose as she turned back to the raven. Ravens were interesting creatures, myths speaking that they were supposed to help the wolves and coyotes. They were good liers, myths. How are the insects today, eh? She grinned at the raven, tail raising slightly. Insects, they should all just be burnt. I'd make her life easier. ( !! )The female gave a small flick of her tail, eyes still focoused on the raven. This was not going to go easily, from what Lisea could tell so far. Just depended on how the coyote and raven would react to a wolf coming along. Perhaps even another species could join. Hah, now that would be enterainment.

[Jackdaw]

Hm, spoil sport. The raven mumbled, shuffling from one foot to the other, his large body starting to make the branch sag. This coyote thing didn't seem to friendly, not friendly at all, though he could say the same for himself. With a little snicker the bird took quick glances around. More come to join the fun! He cried, and just as if on que Lisea came into view. I'll drink the blood that spills from your dead body! The raven cried, obviously enjoying his sick, and twisted rantings. After all, ravens would eat anything. They were the caretakers for the devil himself, and Jackdaw was proud of that knowledge. Just as the ravens gaze had locked onto Lisea the branch snapped, and Jackdaw fell a few feet, but just as easily spread his wings and soared above the two land crawlers, perching on a lower, more sturdy, branch. My strength beats that of a tree. He called out with glee, his gaze once more fixed on Lisea. This time his words cooed out, yet the weren't as soothing as a song bird or as any birds for that matter. Quite fine. He said in answer to her question, becoming increasingly interested in the female wolf. Would she cause some fun? Perhaps stab the coyote in the back so Jackdaw could get his fill of flesh. Fight, fight, fight! He cried, cackling madly as he looked between the two. He new of the fued between the ground crawling cousins, and loved every knowledgable aspect about it. Hmm, now which side to choose. A coy grin lit up his beak.

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[Malo]

Ooh, a wolf. This'll be fun. First coyotexwolf thread I've had. =D

A chill was sent down Malo's spine as the scent reached his nostrils, and every hair on his body seemed to project outward, making him seem much bigger than he normally was. Of course, he wasn't extremely big to start with and even with this little defense mechanism, he was still much smaller than the wolf that approached. His head didn't move from facing the raven, but his eyes pivoted sharply, untill the only thing facing the wolf was his pitch black pupils.

A growl entered his vocals, rumbling up to audicity. "Wolf." he said, his first word to the wolf named Lisea. "What're you doing in the Outlands?" It was a perfect question, for most wolves that feared for their lives stood far away from the Outlands. Malo's ear flicked in annoyance as the raven kept cawing repulsive threats and thoughts. Shut your damn beak... Malo pleaded in his mind, crimson eyes falling upon the scavenger bird. The snap of the brach could be anticipated, as it was bending procariously, but Malo still jolted a bit when it actually fell from the tree. He stepped back impulsively, the small limb falling down only a few feet in front of him. He frowned viciously, looking up to the bird. "Watchit!" he hissed, mood worsening.

The bird continoued to chatter on relentlessly, on and on and on... it never ended! Malo felt like he was going insane, or in his case, more insane than he already was. The coyote wanted to try his chances climbing the tree to snap at the black-clad bird once or twice, but that was suicide. That threat about his eyes being pecked out was still fresh in his mind too. He stood there, features rigid, awaiting a valid explanation from the wolf.