Lonesome Night [Blue/Ghalzan]

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[atrb=background,http://i854.photobucket.com/albums/ab103/Serionhunter/PygmyBody.png] There was something about the sunset that made it the perfect time of day in the desert. Well, it was perfect for a waking burrowing owl. The little thing could be active day and night, but the nighttime was the best. Every owl knew that. In the desert, the nights were cool and provided relief from the blistering day. Everything was alive at night and for all his stupidity, Pygmalion liked it that way. Earlier that day, he had decided to dig more of his burrow and quickly lost himself in the work. It was now time to feed and the little owl was starving. He made a rough tunnel to the surface and strode out across the desert. He had no idea where he was. For something as stupid as himself, that didn't matter right now. He needed food and everything else could wait. Following his instincts and hearing, the little burrowing owl marched around on his own two feet searching for a tasty morsel to eat. Lots of things were out and about with the dropping temperature. It wasn't too long before Pygmalion found a few insects to his liking. It wasn't much, but it would keep the hunger off until a more suitable meal could be found. A small mouse would be tasty. They were out at night. With the last few minutes of daylight, the insects were retreating to their nests as the night creatures began to emerge. The farther the owl got from his burrow, the more danger he was in. The creature shook with fear and fled back to where he thought his burrow was. "This is bad, coo-hoo. This is very bad. I must find the burrow, I must, coo-hoo!" The owl ran where ever he thought his burrow was only to be disappointed time and time again. If owls could cry, then tears would have been streaming down Pygmy's face and beak. Finally, he came to a little den that used to belong to some other creature Pygmy couldn't name. Using his claws, he made the space a little more habitable for a burrowing owl fluffed out his feathers for warmth. He could retreat into there if danger ever came around. "I will die here, coo-hoo. Alone and in the desert. Coo-hoo!" He settled at the entrance of the burrow and kept a silent vigil thinking about his family and when Death would take him away. Talk! Thought! Tag: Blue Status: Complete Word Count: 408 Notes: I'm just trying to get the hang of this character.

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If the burrowing owl was looking for Death, then it was slowly on its way... in the form of the hulking beast that called himself Ghalzan. And if there was one thing the strapping equine hated more than anything, it was creatures that dared to walk upon his land without him knowing.

He had every right to be protective of it; it was the only place he could call home. The only place for miles with a puddle of water, a morsel of food. And even though the vast majority of it was nothing more than reddish-brown dust, Ghalzan would defend it all with his life. Though, the odds of a burrowing owl taking his life were simply nonexistent.

So, when Ghalzan caught sight of the little creature scurrying about in the waning sunlight, he did not allow the usual rage that would have began to boil over to take him. He saw little point in wasting his energy fuming at such a little creature. But, that didn't mean he was happy; not in the least. Ghalzan continued to quietly step toward the owl, a sour expression contorting his features.

Quite suddenly, Ghalzan watched with a touch of surprise as the owl simply vanished. It almost looked as if he'd morphed with the ground, but upon closer inspection, Ghalzan caught sight of an old and long-abandoned den. He'd probably killed whatever had been previously living in it some time ago... but it wasn't as if he remembered, nor cared.

As he neared the owl's hiding place, Ghalzan could hear his quiet, bird-like muttering, and the slightest of grins began to twitch at the corners of Ghalzan's mouth.

"If you are so eager to die here, alone in the desert, then why don't you come on out of there and say hello to one of my hooves?" Ghalzan called sweetly as he came to a halt directly in front of the den, craning his head. The look in his gold eyes said he wouldn't do anything to harm the owl, but... with Ghalzan, one could never truly guess what was running through his twisted mind.


--status: complete
--muse: so-so
--notes: Classic Ghalzan right thurr. :I
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[atrb=background,http://i854.photobucket.com/albums/ab103/Serionhunter/PygmyBody.png] The owl shivered in self pity. He was naturally a colonial animal and sorely missed the comfort of knowing that someone was on watch or that there were others in the next burrow over. The owl felt stripped of everything he had ever known in his pathetic three years worth of living. Three years of avoiding hawks and big evil snakes, and whatever else thought that a little owl would make the perfect meal or snack. Such was the life of a burrowing owl and a pathetic excuse at that. The last thing potential prey wanted was to be caught by some big thing without the protection of a proper burrow and the colony. As soon as the scary beast stopped in front of Pygmy's makeshift burrow, the owl shuddered violently. Thoughts of his now eminent demise raced through the tiny bird brain. The only thing Pygmy saw without looking up were huge hooves and Death. His eyes widened until it seemed that they took up his entire head. He let out a terrified, "Coo-hoo!" and fled to the back of the burrow. He only sort of heard what the horse had to say. The flight instict kicked into full gear and Pygmy did what Pygmy did best--dig. He dug fast and furious. It was as if Pygmy's entire life hung on whether or not he could dig himself a small tunnel to hide in. That bird dug like there was no tomorrow. "Don't kill me! I taste awful! I'm too young to die, coo-hoo! Mommy! I want the colony, coo-hoo! Oh, please don't turn me into a midnight snack! I'm terrible eating--too many feathers, coo-hoo! Please don't eat me! I'll do anything! Just don't eat me! I have a family waiting for me at home! I don't want to die, coo-hoo!" Bits of sand, dirt, rock, and brush flew out behind the digging owl. His tiny claws scraped at the ground with vigor. Now and again, a small rock would fly out of the burrow only to be followed by a minute cloud of dust. His feathers were quickly caked in the dirt stirred up by the digging. Progress was slow, but the young owl didn't notice. His sole thought was on digging his way to safety and freedom. A small nagging thought hoped that the scary beast was too big to fit into the burrow, but scary beasts could do lots of things. Pygmy had heard stories of scary beasts who could be as big as a cactus to frighten misbehaving owls and then become a snake to steal and kill the owls from their burrow. "Coo-hoo! Go away scary beast, coo-hoo!" Talk! Thought! Tag: Blue Status: Complete Word Count: 450 Notes: Pygmy suffers from a panic attack and the scary beast is revealed.