Meet and Greet, Show and Tell
"This is the cub that took two days to catch?" asked the one on the far right. Kol had black fur and dark wings. He didn't look very impressed.
"Well, hullo ta ya too," Shanku grumbled.
"A fledgling robbed our flocks!" said Aegir incredulously, a sandy-colored one on the far left, to Geirolf the one nearest him, a grey with a dark stripe on his nose and over his head.
"A cub not of our own, obviously," Geirolf remarked back to Aegir.
Sargund, a very old and very shaggy one in the tallest seat in the middle of the council, motioned for his fellows to be quiet.
"We art the council of the Eagle clan, of the Snow Crest Tribe, of the Highland kurach," Sargund stated and asked, "What is thine name?"
"Shanku Ravenwing," Shanku stated.
"Thy clan? Thy home?" Sargund asked further.
"Scissortail clan, Feral Sylvan tribe," Shanku said and put her hands on her hips. "De Nyre was me home, before dey exiled me eight years ago."
"A Sylvan? We hath had not thy kind hither in centuries," Sargund gestured to her.
"A Sylvan?" asked Magnor, the one who sat to the left of Sargund.
"Exiled a cub? Oh my..." said the heavyset Hrolleif, who sat to the right of Sargund. He stroked his chin in concern.
"Such an odd name," said Bodolf with the striped nose and dark ears, who sat between Hrollief and Kol.
"Quit yer gossipin'," Shanku muttered, embarrassed, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Ya sound like a bunch o' gully hens."
"Hold your tongue, pup!" Rin snapped at her.
"Make me!" Shanku stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hrmph! How rude," Kol growled.
"Aye," Sargund eyed her. "But, keep in mind she hath not her kin in many crucial years."
Notes & Commentary
February 14, 2013, Thursday
Meet and Greet, Show and Tell
Love old English! Heaven help me if I ever figure out how to do it right. For all the bitching and complaining about the Bible, the King James and 1611 versions are pretty good for studying old English.
Sargund's facial fur reminds me of both a lynx and a schnauzer. Sargund looks rather angry from the side, but straight on, not so much. I blame the fabulous eyebrows. If I were an old guy, I would cultivate my eyebrows into wonderful bushes. And then spend my Friday nights trying to scare the daylights out of kids. But, I be a she, and I have my old years planned! Cookie-bearing grandma always crocheting something. Gonna be some good years. Mmhmm!
Kol is starting to look like Jakko to me. Too bad he doesn't have the same disposition.
Ya know what's harder than normal perspective? Curved walls and circular tiled floors. Artists are, without a doubt, masochists.
All these bricks remind me of a time in Sunday School. I was probably five or six and we all had a coloring page of the Wall of Jericho. There was a lot of empty space around the characters that was full of bricks, and I was coloring through all of them instead of brick by brick like the other kids. The teacher did not approve. "Why don't you color in the lines like the other kids?" It's a wall. What does it matter?
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Rin - Aegir - Geirolf - Magnor - Sargund - Hrolleif - Bodolf - Kol -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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