Life is a Dance

[WindFire]

((These are some of my opinions. I know some of them make no sense, but if you think about them long enough they do.))

Windfire swooped around the Great Tree, making a graceful curve. She flew through the draping curtains of the milkberries, trailing silver strands through the light snow of spring. Spiraling, she watched as the strands twirled with her, and stirred the snow into swirling patterns. The moon was full, and shone brightly through a gap in the clouds that scudded across the night sky, bringing patches of snow. The wind was brisk, and soon the milkberry strands had slipped off and billowed down into the sea. Watching them floating on the waves and drifting gently deeper into the abyss, Windfire was struck by the fragility of life and how delicate the balance was. Considering all the things that could go wrong, it was amazing that most chicks made it out normal. That was probably what had killed the Others-forgetting the balance and destroying what they had no right to. Now Glaux had reclaimed what had been stolen from Him, to judge by the ruins of the Others' castles.

And yet, some insisted on destroying life and freedom. Different methods- St. Aggie's used moon blinking, the Pure ones used flecks, the hagsfiends had used the fyngrot- were simply different types of honey on wet poop. No matter what you did to it, it was still nasty.

Life was a dance: a dance that had to be learned as you did it and went wrong a lot, but a wonderful dance nonetheless.
Life was a stage: the play was unrehearsed and no one knew their lines, but it was the best in the world.
Life was a song: no one knew how the words went and sometimes not even what they meant, but it was the most beautiful song in the world.
Life was music: music no one knew how to play or what instrument it was for, but perfect music even so.
Life was a painting: a maelstrom of color and conflict, but all working together to form a thing of great beauty.
Life was joy, life was sadness, life was kindness, life was anger, life was love, life was hate, life was beauty, life was ugliness, life was night, night was day, life was sometimes even death. Every conflicting force in the universe needed its counterpart, for without a counterpart nothing could exist. Day could not exist without night, for without night, day would be nothing. Without hate, love could not be felt, without ugliness, beauty could not be appreciated. Perfection was imperfect in itself, for if everyone was beautiful then no one would be, for beauty would not be perceived: beauty was rare, and if everyone was beautiful beauty would become normal, and therefore not beautiful.

[Feather]

ooc: Your post made a lot of scence, it made me think more about the topic and extend my knowlage about the subject of beauty.

The light pink orbs as eyes darted from one point of the tree to the other skimming through all its details and corners in fascination. It had been a long time since her birth, but for the first time the white owl visited the Ga'Hoole Tree. So far many of the owls had been nice, though some disappointed they couldn't obtain free objects or information from her. Ruffling her snowy white feathers she ran her ivory beak along one of them smoothing it out neatly. Perched on her branch the white owl, that usually stood out more then others, hid more in the shadows masking her. The nighttime sky hovered over her with the moon glowing brightly with light that had guided her way among the kingdoms many times, along with his shining pebbles of yellow and white in the inky blackness of the sky. The ocean around the great tree thrashed along the island shore and in a far distance she could hear the barking of the wetpoopers.

Her white ball of feathers has a head swivelled around to gaze at another individual owl that has whooped down from the treetop and danced vividly in the air. She looked down to see one of her fur tuffs lightly glided down from her landing gracefully in front of her. In dislike for her lost tuff she brought her white head closer to her body and brought up her feathers that curled around the edges. A cold drifted circled through her open feathers and she shook herself flattening the white feathers along her back. Nothing else had fallen from her beautiful gadfeather outfit. Lifting herself in the air she quickly but carefully being silent enough not to be noticed, sliced through the air onto the other side of the tree away from the rushes of wind blowing at her from the ocean. Her feathery body looked like a slow blur of reflecting like, something like a glinting scythe.

That was her name, named Scythe. The meaning was unknown to her, but she knew that this object was a powerful beauty, as her gadfeather friends mentioned.

Stretching her talons out to grasp the new perch she rested the rest of herself on the wooden branch. Swivelling around to observe the tree events she watched as the owl that had danced, continued dancing. It was a beautiful thing that owl was doing, maybe even better than some of her gadfeathered dancer friends. Scythe was a gadfeather, it was obvious and she never attempted to deny it. She loved the adventures of Gadfeathers, and her voice carried her away saving her from certain troubles, some times. Though her flying wasn't as advanced as the Ga'Hoole owls, but her navigation might be compared if she wasn't as shy to talk to more owls.
Her pink eyes continued wandering from one corner to the other always straying off to glance at that dancer, for there was nothing else of interest to look at.

[Skein]

OOC you should make that into a poem. thats touching. OOC

Jarick watched as the owls flew around, dancing in the wind. ahh... life was a dance.... Ha! it was more like a dance with wings cut off. like had its times, yes. it was really a dance. you wake in the night, eat, chat, and dance. it has became very peaceful around the world. the pure ones havent done anything, nor the St. Idiots. He simply chuckled at this and continued to watch them dance.
as they danced, he saw something.... one owl was spining up, then down... but strugled to come back up as the wind shifted downward.
ahh... now he knew.
Life was a dance in the wind. we can allways fly up and down. normally the wind is with us, but sometimes the wind is aggenst us. we are forced down... but try to come up. saddly, some owls dont make it. but some, like in the legends, Guardians of Ga'Hoole, we now know we can fly agenst the wind, and make it turn.
life was a dance, some times you fall, but just fly up, and you can make it.

Jarick then picked a feather off his side and started to write this down. it was amasing what you can see now-in-days just by seeing a dance.
after awhile, Jarick got up, and looked out the window. nights like this are for fun, not work. and with that, he flew out the window and started to dance.

[WindFire]

OOC: St. Idiots. That is funny.
IC: Windfire looked around. She was startled to see that another owl had joined the intricate twists and loops she was carving around the Great Tree, and yet another was watching her. The one watching appeared to be albino... Curious. She'd never seen an albino owl before. The Pure Ones would probably have used her for a Tupsi by now, because she was "impure". Difference was inconsistent with purity. But if everyone was the same, then life would be boring. It was the different races and kingdoms of owls that made life interesting. Creativity was a part of life; of freedom:even in battle, creativity was a necessity. If an owl attacks you and you have never seen their attack before, you won't know how to defend against them and have to create a new defense. Or if a gap is formed in your defense and you haven't trained on what do do, you have to create a way to fill the gap. Difference was a fact of life: take it away, and nothing could remain.

[Skein]

OOC: thanks : OOC

IC: Jarick continued to dance around the tree, going through the vines, and following the other dancers motion. he remembers the owl now. her name is Windfire. a very nice owl. he dare not say anything about being a gladfeather.
If anyone ever said anything about glad feathers, or any race, mental/physical problems, he would get on them. gladfeathers are just that, glad-thing-of-feathers.
He flew around, dangling his one leg around, and injoying the dance.
he then saw nother owl. she was pure white and sitting there, hunched up. he swiftly flew closer, and made a signal with his leg to come and join the flight.

[WindFire]

OOC:

duke00 said:

If anyone ever said anything about gladfeathers, or any race, mental/physical problems, he would get on them. Gladfeathers are just that, glad-thing-of-feathers.

I thought they were called gadfeathers, not gladfeathers.
IC:Windfire watched the other owl. She remembered him now, his name was Jarick. He was a good owl. Slightly insane and apt to get hyper around dawn, but nonetheless a good owl. He idolized Ezylryb, too. Not like it was a bad thing, but the present happenings were always more important than ancient heroes.

The Pure Ones would have slaughtered him by now, along with the white owl. He wouldn't be "pure" enough for them either. She wasn't proud of being a Barn Owl, since the Pure Ones practically worshipped the species. Barn Owls were no better than any other owls. They had excellent hearing, but Spotted Owls could sense pressure changes better than any other owls, and Boreal Owls had the most beautiful voices. Neither of them were Tytos. Every species had it good points. Every species had its faults. It's no one's fault what species they were. The only advantages Barn Owls had were their hearing and, from a Ga'Hoolian standpoint, the fact that they made better slipgizzles for the Pure Ones.

The Pure Ones... How she hated them. They had tried to take her, shatter her, steal her mind and make her theirs, but she had fought them. And her free mind had proved better than all their enslaved ones. She fought them still. Some recognized her. Most didn't. Fewer and fewer owls did, thanks to her. She knew that some day she'd die. Chances are, it'd be a Pure One that would do it. Cowards. She only hoped that she'd take as many of them with her as possible, and that it would take more than one to bring her down.

She glanced at Jarick again. He had flown over to the albino-Windfire didn't know her name- and looked like he wanted her to join them. Come to think of it, he probably thought she was a gadfeather. She looked at her wings. They were dusted with silver pollen from the berries. She did look like a gadfeather. What was that white owl's name? Sword, or Scimitar. Something like that.

OOC:I'm assuming the pollen is silver, since most pollen is made in the spring and in the spring the berries are silver.

[Feather]

Scythe turned her head around to see the two dancing owls enjoying themselves in the tree. She skimmed them over with her bright bloodshot eyes with its black pupil. Scythe wasn't usually like this, but she stared at them with distaste, an unpleasent mood. These owls were too happy-pappy for her, goody-goods would do her no good. The sales have been brilliant in this tree, but she's rather have her gadfeathered friends about. It was cold outside, the night brought in winds from the north. Her talons scratched at the perch continuesly as she looked else where. These owls hated the Pure Ones, the pure ones had been kind to her, for they knew not of her breed. She had been with them once, they payed well and were kind to her. Scythe yowned and looked back at the other two owls.

"I do appriciate your offer, but I find myself lively where I am"

she said and turned her attention away to a hole in the tree where she could see the scene of outside. The glittering starts and water glinting them back. Scythe should be off, but she felt the urge to remain where she sat.

[Skein]

OOC: whatever. OOC

Jarick shugged in understandment. he flew around in an arc to continue the dance. it was almost over, and he was getting hungry.
he wish something to happen, where there was action, but nothing has happend in a while.
he started a barel turn downward, and then flew up spining and flung his wings out to make a perfect pose, but after a moment, and started falling.
he swifty turned around and continued to fly.

[WindFire]

OOC:Yay for Feather! She's a necromancer!
AOOC:I just watched Miracle on 34th Street, courtesy of my mom(I didn't want to, but she did.) And the little kid was being trained to have NO MIND. She could think, but she had no imagination, no mind. Critically impaired child!
IC:Windfire glided into the wind for a moment, barely moving, watching the moon on the waves, and the light on the tree. Silver on silver, silver on black, she thought. Suddenly she power flew upwards, shooting higher as fast as she could. She hung in the air for a second, then fell, nearly into the sea, laughing as the spray flecked her chest, laughing with the sheer thrill of being alive, being free, being an owl with the gift of flight. She deftly maneuvered around the waves, letting the wind that drove the waves give her extra speed. Swooping up the back of the wave and down into the trough, then up again and over the crest of the next wave, riding the wind. It's sort of like the flight vacuums that some owls use she mused. The wind is trapped between me and the wave, and prevents me from falling into the ocean. Windfire added a little flap at the crest of the next wave to try her theory. She skipped off the top of the wave and landed in the trough, barely wetting her chest feathers. She swiveled her head around, and saw that she'd passed the island. She reluctantly flew upwards and turned back towards the island. Her stomach growled. She hadn't realized she was hungry. Her wings were starting to tire too. She flew back through the veil of milkberries, acquiring another light dusting of silver, and alighted on a branch.

A pair of red eyes blinked at her. She jumped. The other owl blended in with the silver so well, she'd missed her. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there", she said courteously.

OOC:courteously. Now that's what a friend of mine would call a '[name] word', where [name] is my name.

[Skein]

OOC: Name is mine. I have used it alot for about three years now. I am sooner or later changing my name to Name

Seeing that the flight was over, and it was becoming slightly brighter, he flew down to his hollow's window and hopped in. he looked around, and found nothing interesting. he flew back out, and went to the library to find something to do.

[WindFire]

OOC:I didn't mean it like that. I meant it like, replace [name] with my name. Obviously, I'm not giving out my name to anyone I randomly meet on a site.

Oh, and Skein? If you're name on Pern:After, I replied to your character. I assumed that you are, since you clearly like to be called name, the character that you(?) posted was called Skein, and the RP example was from Jarick.

[Skein]

OOC: I know. it was the some-what largest post I have made. I have made a very large on before, but it was deleted.

[Skein]

Jarick started to slow down, and landed on a near-by branch near where the two where. he just stood there on his one leg, eating a leaf for the tree, even though he wasnt expose to, and waited till something happend.