Post by Ichigo on Jan 6, 2008 20:44:05 GMT -5
(Someone create flitts to rp! *flails*)
A bronze blur flitted through the air above the ocean, as if chaseing something. A sharp chittering was coming from the direction of the creature, and the crack of 'leather' in the air was heard every-time it turned sharply to pursue whatever it was the bronze was chaseing. It was a bronze flitt, attempting to capture a large moth that just wouldn't slow down. It zigged, zagged, dove, all sorts of manuevers. Yet through it all, the flitt stayed hard on the moth's tail. And finally....'Snap.' The moth was gone.
RiverMoth fluttered back to a piece of driftwood that had lodged itself in the sand of the beach when he was just a hatchling, sitting in a small depression that he had filled with sea-weed and grasses. Sand, was too itchy. At least for him. And before he curled up in his nest, or even sat in it, he shook himself, ridding all traces of the scratchy substance. Crooning, the bronze then hunkered down and stared out across the sea. He was an odd one. Most of the flitts here were in a fair. Chattering with other flitts. But not he. He had never liked the constant noise, unable to hear the ocean waves, or even the soft breeze that blew across the crystal waters. Yet....despite his hatred for fairs, he wanted company. Not a lot of it, and he prefered greens or golds for company, being the flirt that he was. Of course, a blue or brown was fine as well. He prefered to stay away from other bronzes, but there were a few he had known throughout his life that he'd been good friends with. For a while now he hadn't seen any trace of other flitts, and that worried him. Was he the last one here? Had they all gone somewhere else? Maybe it was time to search the beaches for a clutch. And if he found one, he'd be satisfied. Yet he didn't want to risk faceing a protective queen. Sighing, the bronze curled up on the branch, stareing out across the ocean once again.
A bronze blur flitted through the air above the ocean, as if chaseing something. A sharp chittering was coming from the direction of the creature, and the crack of 'leather' in the air was heard every-time it turned sharply to pursue whatever it was the bronze was chaseing. It was a bronze flitt, attempting to capture a large moth that just wouldn't slow down. It zigged, zagged, dove, all sorts of manuevers. Yet through it all, the flitt stayed hard on the moth's tail. And finally....'Snap.' The moth was gone.
RiverMoth fluttered back to a piece of driftwood that had lodged itself in the sand of the beach when he was just a hatchling, sitting in a small depression that he had filled with sea-weed and grasses. Sand, was too itchy. At least for him. And before he curled up in his nest, or even sat in it, he shook himself, ridding all traces of the scratchy substance. Crooning, the bronze then hunkered down and stared out across the sea. He was an odd one. Most of the flitts here were in a fair. Chattering with other flitts. But not he. He had never liked the constant noise, unable to hear the ocean waves, or even the soft breeze that blew across the crystal waters. Yet....despite his hatred for fairs, he wanted company. Not a lot of it, and he prefered greens or golds for company, being the flirt that he was. Of course, a blue or brown was fine as well. He prefered to stay away from other bronzes, but there were a few he had known throughout his life that he'd been good friends with. For a while now he hadn't seen any trace of other flitts, and that worried him. Was he the last one here? Had they all gone somewhere else? Maybe it was time to search the beaches for a clutch. And if he found one, he'd be satisfied. Yet he didn't want to risk faceing a protective queen. Sighing, the bronze curled up on the branch, stareing out across the ocean once again.