could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Henry's sick of sitting in Torchline, staring at booze and beautiful, sunkissed people. That's what he's doing here, in the Greatwood. He's never really been, and now's as good a time as any for him to spread his wings. The large, dark eagle drifts over treetops. He's curious, so every now and then he dips in and out of glens to check things out.
It's pretty quiet, truly. That is, until he spots a flicker of movement. Through the trees, just as he passes by, he thinks he sees someone. So he doubles back, neck craning back to try to see what's happening. Given that he's currently in his eagle form, once the branches stop obscuring his view, he can see pretty well what's going on - even from the height he's at.
But Henry... oh, Henry.
He's so caught up in watching what this guy is doing to a few bags of straw, even comments to himself 'hey, he's got moves!', that he completely miscalculates where the trees around him are. He nearly collides with one of them. Squawking raucously in alarm, he narrowly veers out of the trunk's way.
But he's lost pretty much all control at this point. Huge, lengthy wings waver and wobble through the air currents that are barely able to stabilize him. Soon, he comes spinning down into the ground. He lands heavily on his talons, stumbling and crashing from the impact, not but ten feet away from the other person.
It takes him a few moments to gather himself, feathers puffed out with hurt pride and a few wounded honks to match. Then, he remembers he has an audience.
Awkwardly, he slowly turns around to face the stranger and... blinks. Shit.
Should he shift back into a person, and reveal that he's a complete idiot? Or should he pretend he's just an animal, and go along with that? Eh, he's never been much of a liar.
So he sighs and shifts back into himself. He puts a hand up to the back of his head, offering an awkward grin, face flushing from embarrassment. "Hey, uh... you didn't see that... right?"
It's pretty quiet, truly. That is, until he spots a flicker of movement. Through the trees, just as he passes by, he thinks he sees someone. So he doubles back, neck craning back to try to see what's happening. Given that he's currently in his eagle form, once the branches stop obscuring his view, he can see pretty well what's going on - even from the height he's at.
But Henry... oh, Henry.
He's so caught up in watching what this guy is doing to a few bags of straw, even comments to himself 'hey, he's got moves!', that he completely miscalculates where the trees around him are. He nearly collides with one of them. Squawking raucously in alarm, he narrowly veers out of the trunk's way.
But he's lost pretty much all control at this point. Huge, lengthy wings waver and wobble through the air currents that are barely able to stabilize him. Soon, he comes spinning down into the ground. He lands heavily on his talons, stumbling and crashing from the impact, not but ten feet away from the other person.
It takes him a few moments to gather himself, feathers puffed out with hurt pride and a few wounded honks to match. Then, he remembers he has an audience.
Awkwardly, he slowly turns around to face the stranger and... blinks. Shit.
Should he shift back into a person, and reveal that he's a complete idiot? Or should he pretend he's just an animal, and go along with that? Eh, he's never been much of a liar.
So he sighs and shifts back into himself. He puts a hand up to the back of his head, offering an awkward grin, face flushing from embarrassment. "Hey, uh... you didn't see that... right?"
HENRY
