Lock carefully scooped her up in his own wing. As he did so, he grunted back. 'now you help yourself.' he set off at a quick pace, making sure the ride was as smooth as possible for the thing nestled in his wing.
He arrived back at the cheif's hut, and placed the thing on the ground. He then...
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The thing ran off, and motioned to follow, so lock did.
Upon arrival, he saw the situation. A plasmatic charge built up at the back of his throat, and he fired the burst at the trunk of the tree. The tree broke in half, lessening the weight on the dragon...
Lock heard the racket from the edge of the sheep's pen. He quickly made his way over to the village again, and crept up behind Kabel. he was curious as to why the thing was acting so frantically.
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"we should leave now. I can fly will enough to get away from here. We would head north, and towards the east a bit." then she looked up to Kie, then down at her lug, tucked neatly in her feathers. "oh, yes, I'm fine. Old habit. Don't worry."
"it's a quite popular tale that's been going around. If we find the guardians, we will have everything we need to overthrow the pure ones... The guardians probably think that they are gone for good... That's why we have to find them, as soon as possible. And I refuse to stay here. At the very...
"you mean allow the pure ones to get away with what they tried to do to us? I would rather try and find d the guardians of Ga'hoole, and earn them. You have heard the tales of the guardians, right?" she returned to her sleeping position and settled in again.
"please, stay." she said.
The vole would shortly be stripped down to the bones. The little owlet had definitely been hungry, obviously. Chip moaned a little. "I think I ate too much..." she muttered to herself.
As she ate, she found her mind cleared significantly. She hadn't realised quite how hungry she was, and how clouded her mind was because of it. "i-if you were a pure one..." she began. "you would have turned me in by now. B-being alone with them around... Won't help if they found me." basically...
She stayed frozen in place, but backed up when she nudged the vole towards her. She examined the old wound again. It didn't actually seem like an intentionally placed mark. Perhaps... She was quick to judge? Understandable, considering what she was being judged for. Her gazed slowly broke away...
A vole landed at the entrance of the hollow. strange... she thought. An instant later, a barn owl landed. She went yeep on the ground. The still lightly bloodstained feathers on the owls breast strongly reminded her of the markings she saw on most of the pure ones.
Then the owl spoke...
Lock simply sat there, completely confused, but he stayed. He also examined the other thing curiously. The first thing pat his back. Again, he found the contact rather nice.
Night had fallen, and the owlet still slept. She did however calm a bit, and wasn't shaking anymore. At least not from fear. She stirred at one point, righting herself and standing on one leg, the other tucked up into her feathers.
A couple of hours in to the night, her eyes fluttered upon...
Chip kept flying, as fast as she could. She blitzed passed what looked like a pure one flying higher than normal. This kicked her back into gear as she sped up again. But she was tired, and any second now, she would collapse in exhaustion. She powered on until she found a decent hollow to take...