trans_9 | What about second breakfast? [Open]

Tobias was hungry and a bit cranky. He was tired of eating ship-mush. No flavor, worse texture, and hard to get down with a beak. On top of that, while it might have the right nutrients, it just wasn't satisfying for either Tobias or the hawk-mind that nagged at him constantly. Real food. Real meat. And it was right there, scurrying through the underbrush in hydroponics without a care in the world. of course, he couldn't get it because the ship didn't want him to hurt its precious little bundles of delicious protein. Still. . .maybe this time he'd get lucky and find one without a tag.

He banked, then dove on his target. He could practically taste the warm, delicious meat as he extended his talons and--

--was caught in mid-air by a tentacle that gently deposited him in a nearby tree while Stacy admonished him.

||Please do not attempt to harm the tagged wildlife, Tobias. ||

< Fine, fine. Sheesh. > Denied, he ruffled his feathers and settled for looking grumpy.

< What's a bird got to do to get some real meat around here? >

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It was at this point that a fledgling crow appeared upon one of the lowest branches of a tree not far off.

Warbling to itself, it walked up and down the branch, eying another just a jump away. Using its wings to gain height, it managed to flap up to the slightly higher branch. His balance was unsteady, but once there he fluffed out his feathers and croaked proudly.

Tobias tilted his head to watch the crow. Eating other birds usually wasn't his thing and besides. . .if there was one crow around, there were probably others. And they were jerks in groups. He fluffs his feathers and preens beneath one wing as he watches the crow, hopping along his perch to get a little closer.

The crow doesn't notice Tobias, probably because it's so young and it's far too interested in exploring everything. It investigates the branch it's sat on thoroughly before deciding it wants to have a look at what's on the ground.

It takes the fledgling a moment to psych itself up, wobbling on the branch and extending it's wings, judging the distance before hopping off and gliding all the way down, its landing a little bumpy. Seems it can't fly yet but the bird still seems rather proud of getting down from the tree unaided and unharmed.

Tobias lazily flaps from his branch to another one. He doesn't really need to be closer, but he's interested in seeing what this crow is going to do now that it's managed to get itself down to the ground.

The crow spends a few moments just walking about, surveying the area, then he hops over to some flowering plants to inspect them.

He soon discovers there is much fun to be had in tearing up the petals with his sharp beak and proceeds to behead several of the defenseless flowers, cawing with glee.

Finally, Tobias hops from his branch and swoops over the little crow. He's not intending on eating the thing, just giving it a bit of a surprise and hopefully teaching it not to get too complacent, especially on the ground. That can be deadly, after all.

The crow gave a start and begins flapping and squawking at the massive bird that just swooped over him. Backing up and fluffing up his feathers, he eyes Tobias carefully.

Tobias nimbly alights on a branch over head.

< You should be more careful, > he admonishes the crow with a touch of amusement. Not that it can really understand him. Though crows are pretty intelligent creatures.

The fledgling slowly relaxes his tensed position, feathers returning to their normal state as he tilts his head to one side. Once calm again, he tilts his head completely to the opposite side before casting looks about them.

Cautiously, he takes a few steps towards Tobias branch, head tilting this way and that. He gives a single croak, his question clear. Why?

Edited 2012-03-31 00:05 (UTC)

< Because some things out here might want to snack on a little crow. > Was he really talking to a crow? Crows were smart but talking to one seemed a little far-fetched. Admittedly, he was on board a sentient starship.

The crow fluffed up his feathers in alarm and began hopping back and forth, looking around for a low branch he could jump onto for safely. Using his wings for extra lift, he managed to perch on one of the lower limbs of Tobias' tree.

From there, he let out a few short, curt caws that seemed to be him calling for his mother but when there was no response he looked up at Tobias once again.

< What? Don't look at me like that. > Tobias turned his head away pointedly. He is not going to babysit a crow. Nope. No way. Not happening.

The crow starts to beats its wings and begins calling up to Tobias again and again, desperate for his attention.

Edited 2012-04-03 09:40 (UTC)

What about second breakfast? [Open]

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sorry for the lateness, was sick over the weekend.

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