[Without wings, you cannot fly]

[Sammich]

Leaves rustled in the low branches of an gnarled oak; two rabbits, their noses quavering, were nestled in the grassy hollow between the tree’s roots. Suddenly the pair froze. Their sole movement came from the breeze which ruffled their fur, but their hearts raced in momentary panic. Their powerful hind muscles twitched with the anticipation of a mad dash, but neither broke the still. With the shifting of the wind came a renewed sense of calm, whatever scent had caused the immobilizing terror was now wafting away and was soon forgotten. By the rabbits at any rate.

Above them an owl perched, settled within a hollow in the tree’s trunk. The moonlight illuminated it’s snowy white face, reflecting it’s eyes. If eyes are truly the window to the soul, these eyes spoke of determination at their core with a curtain of uncertainty. Who was it? The scent was distinct, not any animal she’d ever encountered. An outlander? It was a distinct possibility, the tree she landed in upon first catching the scent on the breeze was at least an hours flight from Palemoon Guild. Or was it more? Or less? Time was so hard to judge in the post dawn hours, in this shape. Her head swiveled one hundred and eighty degrees as she attempted to pinpoint the location of the smells source.

Until it was identified as friend or ‘fowl’, a soft hooting- her avian equivalent of a giggle- escaped her, she would remain here. It was a bit irritating really, a lovely patch of St. John’s Wort was nearly directly below the neighboring tree. Until the entity traipsing about either moved on or was identified as a fellow guild member she had to remain in the tree. It was either that or fly off and abandon the specimen. Not about to happen. Unless they took so long she had no choice. The twilight was hard enough to see in, full daylight was nearly impossible. It was against her nature. To walk back in her human form, with no means of protection save the small dagger she carried, was stupid at best. She’d have to leave long before the sun hit the horizon. With a disgruntled ruffling of feathers she shifted her position, settling down to wait.

[Hornswaggler]

((I'm going to consider this before he goes to see Lawenna, just cuz I wanna roleplay. x3))

Sarlis blinked up at the stars, head thrown back as his tail swished a fly away impatiently. The night seemed quieter than usual. It may have been due to the shift in seasons, but the centaur was doubtful of that notion. He was very attuned to changes in the weather, and none seemed great enough to send animals into their dens early. With a mental shrug, he continued down the path. His arms were crossed over his chest, resting against the bow that was slung there. The centaur wasn't usually out so late, really...it seemed like the new area he lived in was a bit unsettling, and he felt like he needed to walk somewhere. Granted, it was rare for him to be this far into the Guild's territory. He had to live within the borders, as he was a 'legal member', but he usually kept to the outer edges near the outlands, where few travelers passed.
Eyes scanning the area in front of him nonstop, he wasn't all that startled to spot the owl sitting on one branch, half hidden in the shadows. What did surprise him was penetrating gaze that swept the clearing. It didn't seem to be hunting and almost appeared to be searching for something...as if on patrol. With a frown, Sarlis approached the tree with his head tilting very slightly back to watch the bird. He half expected it to attack him and resisted the urge to draw his bow. That would alert the owl like nothing else.
"Rather strange," he commented finally, standing just a few feet from the trunk of the tree. "Seeing a bird sit so still when there's no prey to be found." If it was an owl, he figured, it would give him a funny look at the most. If not, whatever it was may reveal itself and put him at ease...or just get him into a fight. Either one would be better than nothing.

[Samira]

ooc;; so do you want me to wait on posting in our RP until you've caught up in this one? And who's the other charrie?