Birds of a Feather, Plot War Together (Samuel)
POSTED ON Nov 2, 2013 19:02:14 GMT -8
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Reid spent most of his off time in the arena. His off time was usually classified as the time he did not spend protecting the second Pharaoh, training with Cameron, or being stalked by his father's bird messengers. The birds commonly complained to Reid that Horus was being boring and found demigod life to be much more entertaining. Because of this, falcons were almost as common as Cameron's cats in Camp Isis. There were a few memorial times like when a pigeon almost pooped on Reid and the falcon population of Texas claimed Open Season on pigeons for a month. Reid had finally had to step in and tell the falcons to lay off when the mortals began to suspect something. Pigeons still cowered at the sight of him.
But Reid felt no pity for the feathery rats. They were a sorry excuse for birds, more like beggars who wandered the streets asking for bread crumbs. Then again, pigeons were besides the point. The falcons of Horus considered Reid to be their 'nestling'. The would constantly bring him shiny gifts, usually stolen from unsuspecting mortals, or would bring an assortment of twigs and leaves into his room to make a nest. He had always been wary of the birds ever since they tried to convince an gullible seven year old Reid to jump off a cliff in an effort to teach him how to fly. They were very confused when he fell like a rock and debated the pros and cons of waiting until he grew some feathers as he was being rushed to the hospitals.
The training arena was no place to hide from the birds, but they respected his need to get stronger enough not to bother him. Instead they sat on the fence that encricled the area and gossiped about the 'word on the wind'. It was because birds traveled so far and fast that gossip spread so quickly through the grape vines. Unfortunately, Reid was included in that grape vine.
As Reid, he tried to keep his concentration on his push ups instead of the twittering of the falcons and visiting Bearded Vultures who were a frightening red in colour. He quickly lost count of his push ups as he heard the word 'dragon' come into the conversation. Curious now, Reid quickly hopped to his feat and sat down in the sand next to the flock of birds. Instantly several falcons landed on the boy and started to preen his hair for him or nibble on his ears.
"What's this about a dragon?" Reid asked curiously. The vultures let out a crow of triumph and fluttered closer to retell their tale. Apparently they had been flying past the Canadian boarder when they found a hoard of dragon bones. They spent the next three days breaking the bones and devouring them. The vultures claimed it was the best thing they ever tasted in their lives. The birds pestered Reid to lead them North in a siege against the dragons to feast on their bones.
Reid quickly blanched at the idea and carefully explained to the blood thirsty (bone thirsty?) birds that the odds of winning against a dragon were very slim, much less an army of them. On top of that he knew that the Norse kept dragons as pets. They would be very unhappy if a hoard of birds started an all out war against their precious flying reptiles. The birds, in turn, claimed they were the superior flyers in the sky and that the reptiles had this coming for centuries.
He was still trying to prevent mass avian warfare when he was interrupted.
Words;; 810
Tagged;; Samuel Connors
Outfit;; link
Notes;; What am I on right now. Pain killers. I have an excuse.
But Reid felt no pity for the feathery rats. They were a sorry excuse for birds, more like beggars who wandered the streets asking for bread crumbs. Then again, pigeons were besides the point. The falcons of Horus considered Reid to be their 'nestling'. The would constantly bring him shiny gifts, usually stolen from unsuspecting mortals, or would bring an assortment of twigs and leaves into his room to make a nest. He had always been wary of the birds ever since they tried to convince an gullible seven year old Reid to jump off a cliff in an effort to teach him how to fly. They were very confused when he fell like a rock and debated the pros and cons of waiting until he grew some feathers as he was being rushed to the hospitals.
The training arena was no place to hide from the birds, but they respected his need to get stronger enough not to bother him. Instead they sat on the fence that encricled the area and gossiped about the 'word on the wind'. It was because birds traveled so far and fast that gossip spread so quickly through the grape vines. Unfortunately, Reid was included in that grape vine.
As Reid, he tried to keep his concentration on his push ups instead of the twittering of the falcons and visiting Bearded Vultures who were a frightening red in colour. He quickly lost count of his push ups as he heard the word 'dragon' come into the conversation. Curious now, Reid quickly hopped to his feat and sat down in the sand next to the flock of birds. Instantly several falcons landed on the boy and started to preen his hair for him or nibble on his ears.
"What's this about a dragon?" Reid asked curiously. The vultures let out a crow of triumph and fluttered closer to retell their tale. Apparently they had been flying past the Canadian boarder when they found a hoard of dragon bones. They spent the next three days breaking the bones and devouring them. The vultures claimed it was the best thing they ever tasted in their lives. The birds pestered Reid to lead them North in a siege against the dragons to feast on their bones.
Reid quickly blanched at the idea and carefully explained to the blood thirsty (bone thirsty?) birds that the odds of winning against a dragon were very slim, much less an army of them. On top of that he knew that the Norse kept dragons as pets. They would be very unhappy if a hoard of birds started an all out war against their precious flying reptiles. The birds, in turn, claimed they were the superior flyers in the sky and that the reptiles had this coming for centuries.
He was still trying to prevent mass avian warfare when he was interrupted.
Words;; 810
Tagged;; Samuel Connors
Outfit;; link
Notes;; What am I on right now. Pain killers. I have an excuse.
