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Who: Rue, and OPEN.
When: Thursday afternoon, right around sunset.
Where: Central Park, the location of approximately half of all Tutucast logs.
Warnings: Unless you have something against birds, none.
Summary: Rue takes her baby raven to the park in order to learn him flying properly.
Format: Quicklog killed my parents, so PARAGRAPH.
Really, Rue mused, he was more trouble than he was worth. Not only had he frightened Mytho the other day, but, now that he was getting big enough, Wolfang had begun to learn how to fly, and was using his newfound abilities to wreak havoc all over her apartment. Not a night went by when she didn't come home to find that he'd either knocked something off the bookshelf, torn something up, or gotten himself stuck up there. If she were a crueler person, she would have thrown him out already, but instead, she reasoned that he needed more room to fly, at least for a little while. Maybe he'd use up all his energy that way, although she doubted it.
So, she packed him up in his towel-lined cardboard box, and rode the bus down to the park. Surprisingly, he hadn't protested much on the way, only scratching a little on the top of the box to see if it would open. Rue arrived at the park right before sunset, a good time, she thought. Not many people would be out this late. Kneeling down, she set the box on the ground, and opened it up, watching as Wolfgang hopped curiously out.
"Are you happy now, idiot?" she said. "Now you can destroy as much as you want."
When: Thursday afternoon, right around sunset.
Where: Central Park, the location of approximately half of all Tutucast logs.
Warnings: Unless you have something against birds, none.
Summary: Rue takes her baby raven to the park in order to learn him flying properly.
Format: Quicklog killed my parents, so PARAGRAPH.
Really, Rue mused, he was more trouble than he was worth. Not only had he frightened Mytho the other day, but, now that he was getting big enough, Wolfang had begun to learn how to fly, and was using his newfound abilities to wreak havoc all over her apartment. Not a night went by when she didn't come home to find that he'd either knocked something off the bookshelf, torn something up, or gotten himself stuck up there. If she were a crueler person, she would have thrown him out already, but instead, she reasoned that he needed more room to fly, at least for a little while. Maybe he'd use up all his energy that way, although she doubted it.
So, she packed him up in his towel-lined cardboard box, and rode the bus down to the park. Surprisingly, he hadn't protested much on the way, only scratching a little on the top of the box to see if it would open. Rue arrived at the park right before sunset, a good time, she thought. Not many people would be out this late. Kneeling down, she set the box on the ground, and opened it up, watching as Wolfgang hopped curiously out.
"Are you happy now, idiot?" she said. "Now you can destroy as much as you want."