With a soft thwap, Quenta's wings extended and contracted against his body. He had taken flight.

"I'll get 'im for ya." Once he reached his bedroom, Quenta carefully untucked Baz from his bed.

"Here ya go, buddy," Quenta murmured, "Just a minute, just a minute, hrm hurr hurr."

Baz was a knife ...

Quenta took the next piece of meat with just as much manners and grace, he'd used with the first. His beak was pretty sharp and he didn't want to hurt the man's fingers. Quenta suspected that hunting bird might give him a little bit of this and that and what for besides if he drew blood by mistake ...

"Hurrrr." Quenta eyes the gyrfalcon when it seemed bothered by him, but the man soothed its feathers soon enough. Good. Quenta strutted slowly toward the man's hand, confident in his ability to defend himself. Unlike the hunk of bread, Quenta gently lifted the meat up and ate it. It wasn't fresh nor ...

Quenta tilted his head to the side, taking up a crumb or two neatly with the side of his beak. When the man asked his name, Quenta chortled, following the noise with a, "Hurrrrr, do."

Baz, so I was thinking about this Bird Man. I think he might do good as a carrier, but I don't know how you wanna ...

I spoke with Colors more after you two left. If we could set this during summer, she would prefer it because during the summer the basilard would be unable to resurrect Kala's sister and she'd rather not have that happen quite yet. If we want it to be pre-bombings and do not want resurrection to be ...

Quenta and Baz continue from here

PW 122 Pre-Bombings

Quenta stared at the brooding man, feeding the flying street rats and chirpy birds. His beak was open slightly and a burr of noise slipped out. Quenta had visited the man, Miklos, on more than one occasion. Like all the other times, he kept ...

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Characters Involved: In which Miklos meets Quenta and Baz and much fun was had by all. Kala may join us at a later date.

Thread starting date: PW122 Pre-bombings

Location: Miklos ...

With night, came the need to settle in. Something in Quenta's body said night was for resting and he was not one to argue. Though it wasn't necessary, he announced his return as softly as was ravenly possible.

"I'm back, Baz. Did ya miss me?" Had he been capable of it, Quenta would've given a wry ...

Quenta jerked suddenly and hopped sideways. He'd forgotten about the mental link they shared. He ducked his head as he regained his equalibrium.

"Bye!" It was a raven-sounding thing, but it definitely sounded like a 'bye' to the pork pie seller. Quenta launched himself into the sky, scattering ...

Quenta listened, but only half-way. Had he still been human, his expression would have turned mulish.

"No. I don't want to."

And, with that, he hopped, jumped, and flapped away. He needed to stretch his wings, literally and figuratively. Once beyond the walls, Quenta stumbled a few times ...

Quenta fluffed himself and shook out his feathers, before digging his beak in to get a pesky itch.

"Hm. I am an elemental mage, with a focus on wind and sound. I'm not even sure if I have my abilities any more." Quenta fell silent, brooding. Magic had always been part of his life. He had come into ...

“Blood, blood, blood, and more blood. Torture.” Even as he spoke about it, Quenta knew the pact was null. Before, if he tried to speak of it, he couldn’t. His tongue turned in his mouth and words did not come out. “It was a blood pact. Betray him and my life was forfeit. Plus, I don’t want to talk ...

Yes, he could feel something in the air here. The way smaller creatures acted and, if the blade were to be believed, even people didn’t like the place all that much. Good, that meant he’d be safe. Quenta spread his wings and jumped, pivoting the pinions down at just the right moment. Nnh. It was ...

Quenta cocked his head to one side then the other as the lady moved the papers away from him. The clink and glow of the bracelets mesmerized him for a moment, but her soft entreaty moved him.

"Mmhm!" was what he said, but it was said in a raven-y kind of way.

Quenta surveyed the room and noted a ...

Ah! The sparkly princess moved with fluid grace! Quenta hopped back and forth across the ledge happily, pausing only to tap a few more times on the glass as his Lady Fair stared at him through the glazed window.

When she opened the window and stepped back quickly, Quenta walked right in. With a ...