Malestrom|3 years|Short Eared Owl|The Collier|Flying over: Aegolius|Mentions: [Open]

The wind was cool against her feathers. With steady wings, the Short Eared made the smallest of adjustments, flight pattern switching ever so subtly to angle herself downwards, towards the jagged, brown cliffs below. She had been flying for some time, and the crescent moon was high in the deep blue of the sky, soft clouds every so often obscuring its gentle glow.
"I'm not sure why you're leading me here." she mumbled to no one in particular, her head tilting to let her sharp yellow gaze peer at her stomach for a moment, where her gizzard seemed to be telling her this was the place to be. Perhaps however, that was just logic. The cliffs of Aegolius after all, were neutral lands. AS few owls cared to live in the desolate cliffs, they had been slowly taken over by the other raptors that hunted the same skies, vultures and eagles making their nests in the craigs.
Her thoughts of eagles and possibly running into a 'less than friendly' avian were shaken from her mind however, as she drew close to the earth, her head tilting and eyes dialating as she caught onto her quarry. With a flash of talons and a few rather unsightly stumbling flaps, she landed herself onto the cold stones, mouse in claw.
"Well, at least the trip wasn't a total waste." She muttered to herself once again. The days of solitude, while sometimes nice were starting to drain the owl who once spent every night with her kin. Blinking slowly, she hopped to a jutting stone, staying alert, but taking the time to quench her grumbling belly.

Itzal | The Navigator | 3 Years | Male | St. Aegolius Canyons | Malestrom; Open

Itzal's wings battered the air roughly as he lifted up above the dry air of the Aegolius Canyons. His wings were spread wide, catching whatever updraft they could, and he glided across the surface of the edges of the canyons, avoiding the main channels whenever possible. With nearly six months of living at the corner of the three lands, Itzal had experienced what he thought was quite enough flight time over these canyons. His deep brown gaze scanned the broken surface of the canyon, catching on pieces of small movement- a weed flapping in the wind, or a small dirt-devil raising up from the dry waste.
His excursions into the canyons had become more and more frequent in the past days, a fierce tug in his gizzard eased by the movement towards their shattered length. It never lasted as long as he wished it would, but sometimes that break from the forests of his home in Ambala was enough to ease his mind and gizzard for a small while. He was almost silent in his flight, the only sound he made caused by his flaps when there was a lapse in thermals. He was gliding along silently when he caught sight of another owl.
He was quick to drop down onto the ledge above her, bouncing a few times lightly to keep himself from stumbling and falling into an unsightly heap on the ground. He peered silently over the edge, accidentally disturbing a few small pebbles that tumbled over the cliff lip, bouncing down beside the other owl, though it missed her. He made sure his wings were slightly opened, ready to take flight if immediately needed. One never knew if an owl was friend or foe in these times.
They say to reach for the stars. I say to reach beyond them.

Star|The Weather Interpreter|3 Years Old|Male, Red Owl(Tyto soumagnei)|Location- St. Aegolius Canyons|Mention(s)- Itzal, Malestrom

Star Chaser looked down at his tomache, as it let out a loud growl. Tuning his head back to the horizon before him, the tyto let out a sigh. Sometimes he seriously hated his gizzard.
Star had been flying for almost two days straight now, yes both night and day. His gizzard barely even allowed him to catch a mouse, before it started pulling him farther along.
The red owls eyes scanned the scenery bellow him, as it changed from the wooded vegetation of the Ambala forest and into the barren, rocky expanse of the Aegolius lands.
Star Chaser flapped his big wings, as a gust of air hit him from his side. Once he balanced himself again, he peared up as the moon, as it bathed every thing in a faint glow. There was barely a cloud in sight, Star clicked his tongue.
It might sound strange, but Star hatted flying in such calm skies. He felt that, the calmer the sky's were the more unpredictable they could be. At least when he was flying in a storm, he could read and predict even most of the air currents.
A sudden movement to his right, made the male tytos head snap in it's direction. As he watched, he saw a owl land close to another one that was already on the ground.
Star looked up at the sky's again, there was no other owl in sight. What was the chances, of three owls coming to one of the most desolate places in the known world? At the same time no less?
Curiosity pricked in his gizzard, or maybe it was just the pull that seemed to have intensified the closer he had gotten to the Aegolius canyon.
Folding his wings close to his body, Star Chaser made a nose dive straight down. Before hitting the rocky ground, the young tyto opened his wings and sailed the rest of the way. Landing with a few hops, on an adjacent rock ledge to the ones that the other two had landed on.
Star Chaser looked up and watched the two other owls with keen eyes.

Malestrom|3 years|Short Eared Owl|The Collier|Flying over: Aegolius|Mentions: Itzal

Itzal | The Navigator | 3 Years | Male | St. Aegolius Canyons | Malestrom; Star

Itzal raised the feathers around his neck, cocking his head and letting out a small hoot, showing he was non threatening. Obviously, she was as startled and uncomfortable as he was, and that (probably) meant that she wasn't a danger to him- at least not immediately. He hopped closer to the edge, awkwardly, before spreading his wings and dropping off the edge of the cliff, making a large semi-circle before he came back around to her, this time low enough to land on her ledge. He made a bit of a messy landing, stumbling a few waddling steps forwards before stopping, stepping uncomfortably around. Owls weren't meant to be on the ground, he knew that well enough.

"I'm smaller than you," he commented calmly, tipping his head slightly, "I don't think that I would be able to eat you."

He studied her in silence for a few moments, before speaking again. "You're a short eared owl, right?" As far as he knew, Asio birds had no direct homeland, unlike the Tytos and their narcissistically named homeland. Many of his own kind, the Strix owls, lived in Ambala, but he was unaware of any allegiance that the Asios had to any one kingdom. "Where do you hail from?"

He was still unaware of the presence of the Tyto that was watching them, nor to the Aegolius flying in silence above him. He watched the female quietly, flipping his head to the other side.
They say to reach for the stars. I say to reach beyond them.

Malestrom|3 years|Short Eared Owl|The Collier|Flying over: Aegolius|Mentions: Itzal

Itzal | The Navigator | 3 Years | Male | St. Aegolius Canyons | Malestrom; Star; Oriole

Itzal gave a little clack of his beak at her comment about her homeland, and he waved his tail a little bit. "Better than a Tyto," he hummed, giving her a squinty eye smile. He raised up his feathers, shaking himself out a little bit and watching as a few of his weaker feathers fluttered down, taken by the wind. It was still a few months until his next molt, but some of his feathers had begun to wear already, despite his careful grooming. He nodded at her when she told him her name, settling down so that he was sitting rather than standing as awkwardly.

"No need for glares, Mal," the young male hummed again, turning his head to preen through a few of his back feathers. After a few runs through, he turned back around, and tipped his head again. "I'm Itzal," he said evenly, blinking at her. He, personally at least, had no quarrel with Silverveil, and he didn't view their owls to be much of a threat. Not like Tytos. He spread one wing, beginning to preen those feathers as well. "As for my homeland, I suppose you could say that I hail from Ambala."

He shrugged at that, going back to grooming his feathers. "Come from is a bit of a... strong term, however." He turned back to her, ruffling his feathers again before settling down more comfortably. "What brings you to the canyons? Silverveil is... ah bit of a flight from here, is it not? You'd have to cross the Barrens. I've only been there once, myself, but I don't plan on making that trip again. Those bloody rocklands aren't worth the trouble."
They say to reach for the stars. I say to reach beyond them.

Star|The Weather Interpreter|3 Years Old|Male, Red Owl(Tyto soumagnei)|Location- St. Aegolius Canyons|Mention(s)- Itzal, Malestrom, Oriole

Star Chaser cocked his head, as the two other owls spoke.
Mal and Itzel. Star remembered their names, as he heard them with his sharp ears. The young tytos claws dug into the sandy ground under his talons, as he heard Itzel speak badly of tytos.
'Not all tytos are bad', Star Chaser wanted to call. He held back though and instead keeped on listening in on their conversation. He wondered why this Itzel had such a bad standing towards tytos, Star had meet some not realy bad, but stuck up tytos in his time growing up in the Tyto kingdom. Still, even if they were unfriendly, Star Chaser doubted that it was only tytos that could be such pricks.
Looking away from the pair, Star noticed another owl. It was sitting on a rock outcropping a bit above their heads. The young male fluffed his red plumage. Turning his light gray facial disk to hear the rest of the conversation, he was surprise that the two other owls had not noticed either him or the fourth owl that was perched on the ledge above their heads.
Flexing his muscles, Star Chaser halve hopped halve flew to the rock the other two were on. The young tyto male, made a not so graceful landing close to the Brown wood owl and the Short eared owl.
Looking at both of them in turn he opened his beak, "Hello", Star Chaser said. 'Original, very original Star', Star Chaser thought to himself.

Malestrom|3 years|Short Eared Owl|The Collier|Flying over: Aegolius|Mentions: Itzal, Star

Malestrom|3 years|Short Eared Owl|The Collier|Flying over: Aegolius|Mentions: Itzal, Star, Oriole