[identity profile] bastardbytrade.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Mordecai is positively thrilled to be back in the company of his bird. The pair had been together for so long that suddenly being without Bloodwing was rather frustrating and wrong.

He carries out a brief inspection of the bird, making sure that Blood is indeed unharmed and unchanged in any way.]


That's my boy. Did you get into any trouble without me? You been fightin' boy?

[identity profile] bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blood trills in response, more than happy to lift his wings for the routine inspection. He has no marks on him, though a feather or two is out of place after the failed Ottsel hunt.

He lets out another, not-so-abrasive cry, head and neck bobbing like that of a chicken.]

[identity profile] bastardbytrade.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[The feathers out of place are noted. Either Blood's been scavenging and not being careful, or he's been up to something. The head bob triggers the sniper to quirk an eyebrow.]

Who you been chasing, Blood?

[Smirk.]

Did you get them good?

[identity profile] bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sidling on the arm guard, Bloodwing's beak opens slightly and his eyes widen in remembered frustration. He shrieks, keening and displeased.

STUPID DAXTER :(]

[identity profile] bastardbytrade.livejournal.com 2010-03-23 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mordecai shakes his head. Clearly his guidance has been missed. Or maybe whoever or whatever Bloodwing was after was a sneaky rascal.

Regardless, he gives the bird a reassuring pat.]


Next time.