Dungeon Siege (RP closed)

[Owlz]

ooc: A old story I been wanting to finish, Will go over posts here when done with the story, to correct mistakes...(end/ooc)

High on a mountain peak, overlooking the vast expanse of the valley that sat in the middle of a mountainous region that cluttered the land around him with it's peaks, Owl waited. Sitting just under the cloud cover that seem stagnant in place as it hung about the mountain's summit, several thousand feet up. Owl could see the outer battlements and deffensive posts of the Keep, nestled in the valley of mountains adjoined to the one he was currently on, settled in at its base and well fortified. It was in this valley that he knew Mistress Harmony Dungeons were kept. He noticed the shadows of the gathering clouds spread out across the spectrum of his view. Grey cumulus clouds that seemed to cast their shadows as dark wraiths creeping over the landscape, creating an almost serreal and transfixed affect in Owl that left him at ease. The calm before the storm he thought to himself. Winds fierce and furious, and as cold and dreary as they could possible get, swept across the mountains. They tore at his face causing Owl to pull his light Ranger cape close. Drawing the strings to his hood tight as he could, Owl drew his clothes to his body wrapping himself up in a attempt to fend off the elements.

Looking over Owl's shoulder, Frank loomed as only a creature of death would. Dressed in a bunny suit Frank's appearance was frightening. It had caused many a man to underestimate his friend, one of the leading factors which lead to their deaths. Owl had never asked Frank about his costume of choice, knowing he would tell him someday when he was ready. Until then he was comforted in his alliance with him and never questioned the bond they shared or the path that lead them to the future together. A tormented wraith who chose to follow Owl with the hope that he would one day be set free and be released of the madness that he eternally dwells in. He clung to that hope as it was promised so many years ago by a Dark Prophet. An average man couldn't keep his gaze upon Frank for very long. Silent and deadly, a solidary creature of the dark, able to melt into the shadows as only a shadow could. He emitted a radiance of death that fouled the air all around him. It could make your hairs stand on their very ends, put a uneasy feeling deep in your gut, and deep down in the very core of your bones.Owl could smell his evil, there was no mistaking the stench.

They stood there looking down into the valley towards Mistress Harmony's lair. This was the path they would take in a few short hours. When the moon revealed itself and came to hang high in its starry bed was when they planned to set out. The sun had risen to break over the mountains tops and valleys as they splayed under it's always undenieable pressence, trying to filter through the clouds to burn warmth into the warmless world that Owl found himself in. Currently it was climbing to its noon position in the increasingly cloudy sky. Having arrived here early that morning Owl and Frank waited patiently for night to fall and their descent to begin. There was nothing to do now but wait.

Owl always being on the alert, threw out what little magic he posessed in an attempt to seek out any troops or scouts that he knew Mistress Harmony would have prowling these mountains. Her Wolves, as she called them, were always kept circling her keep. He could detect no-one, or rather no-one was near enough for him to detect. He only cast out his probes about once an hour in order to conserve his magic and his strength. Being half changeling and half elf, the magic alotted to him as a changeling tended to conflict with his elven half, thus draining him everytime he used it. Over the years he had learned how to pace himself in its use, honning his abilty to wield it. The only time the use of his magic didn't drain him was when he took on a full Owl form. Even turning into his half Owl and half man form didn't drain him as much as using the other aspects of power he was born into. He always thought that it was because "The Owl" in him was true to his nature, being his spirit animal. It was a magic he could call forth at will never the less, when needed. He thought to himself of all the times his birthright was needed to be called upon. Too many times. He shook his head at the thought.

"Too many times" a repeated whisper escaped from his lips.
A whisper that seemed to form and escape his mouth as if the words formed themselves and possesed a will of their own...

Looking around the small clearing he found himself nestled in at the moment on the cliffs edge, he noticed Frank was gone. If Owl knew Frank, and he did better than any alive, he was taking the oportunity to scout ahead. Trying to find the easiest and safest route down to Mistress Harmony's keep. A route that would get them through unseen. He knew Frank would be back when the time they planned to set out drew near. Owl was confident in Frank's abilities and the uncanny power of stealth he possesed. He tried not to let the fact that Frank had managed to fade off unnoticed effect him too much. He sat biting his lip as the thought mocked him.

From the drop off of the cliff he looked out across at his vast surroundings. He found himself admiring the beauty of the scenery that spread out in front of him, a view of stone and mountain peaks and cloudy sky. He couldn't help but wonder if the current adventure he had decided to undertake would allow him to gaze upon such beauty again, knowing full well that it could be his last. All it would take was one mistake and Mistress Harmony would pounce on him like a droden bear on a wounded rabbit radiating the sent of blood. The thought made owl shift nervously. It also gave him justification to go through the plan yet again, no matter how many times he and Frank had went over it already...

All that was needed now, for what he had in store, was time. And Owl had plenty of that. He was in no rush to piss Mistress Harmony off or to get himself killed in the process of his plan. He remained there looking out across the expance to where he knew fate was looking back, with it's arogant smirk, tempting him on...

Owl smirked back defiantly and spit off the cliff shelf. Then he stood, watching it descend. It went racing down along the cliff wall, getting smaller with distance. Then it disapeared into the green covered tree tops that formed the canopy way below..

[Owl's Friend Frank]

<A short time later>

Frank made his way down into the valley, a specter at one with his surroundings. Melting into the environment about him, as a chameleon would adapt his skin to blend in with his surroundings, so did Frank in his. Keeping off the trails that would surely be watched. Throwing out his consciousness with magic was a power he possessed.
Conscious of all living things around and in the area, flinging his web to snare their presence. In the end it wasn't life that Frank found but it was death. He tasted it in the wind, smelled it in the air, felt it in his bones. It called to him, promising exhilaration, promising a release that only feeding could absorb, taunting him on in it's titillation.

It wasn't long before Frank found what he sensed. Breaking out of the forest about him and into a clearing about half way down the valley he viewed a small outpost fort. Probably set here to watch the pass Frank had just traveled over on this particular mountain range. Pacing himself he waited and just watched, taking in every detail of the landscape and what it
entailed in front of him. Seeking out with his magic the whole of the area around him. It wasn't long before he felt an urgency to investigate the situation. He was confident no one would stumble upon him if he explored the outpost before him. His magic told him he was alone here and he had no reason to doubt the magic. He knew that another wielder of magic could cloak themselves so he wouldn't be able to detect their presence. They could also disguise themselves to seem like small creatures of the forest, like a mouse or bird. But he was sure to feel the danger they represented, and he sensed nothing.

Slowly and cautiously he ventured forward.As air is translucent, so was Frank. A small disturbance in the space that his form occupied was the only hint of his presence there. A lighter disturbance than a vapor trail. A creature of the dark forced to wander in the light of day, but never the less a creature of the dark. He seemed to float across the land that was under his feet over the small space that separated him from the outpost, noticing right away the corpses that were littered around.

The outpost was a three-room building surrounded by 14-foot pole walls with a gate in the fore, and watchtowers lifting out of all four corners. A small stream ran past the fort as it carved its way through rock and earth. Scattered off to the far side of the stream was a small cluster of houses and a couple of stables. It was small military settlement that in any other case would be picturesque in it's setting, but on this day it represented the cruelty of life and the harshness of death.

The air smelled of cooking fires and the aroma of morning coffee from hours past. The scent of deer skins drying in the sun, and the overwhelming scent of death was a smell Frank knew all too well. He began exploring the area thoroughly in and around the fort and grounds that surrounded it. Reading the signs impressed in the ground about the outpost revealed a wealth of information and a story unfolded in front of Frank's eyes. A story that told of Isonian raiders and their deeds. The
consequences of their actions lay strewn about, their lifeless eyes a standing testament of the story's dramatic climax. Yet pieces of the story were missing and this bothered Frank.

From the signs he pieced together the events that unfolded shortly after day break. Isonian raiders had launched an assault out of a small cropping of trees directly behind the entrance to the outpost that faced Mistress Harmony's Keep, completely surprising the guard here. Frank could tell it took but a little time for the Iso's skilled archers to pick these soldiers off in a uniformed effort. It seemed as if the whole of the company was outside for some sort of exercise or inspection, completely
unaware of the ambush about to unfold about them. After this was accomplished twenty-four Isonians rushed the outpost and finished off the thirteen guards and two commanders. What bothered Frank there was a rather large creature among them, which he didn't recognize. This fascinated Frank enough to take interest, although he had other concerns that he must deal with first. Their efforts to conceal their tracks laid to waste, frank thought grinning. It wouldn't have matter if days had passed and many a storm had dropped it's fury here, Frank had the ability to see their ghost images that stood in the records of time. DEATH always knows what death has rot.

Looting what they could they headed towards the keep further down the valley. Twenty-nine humans, two of those being magic bearers, Twenty-two elves, and ten drobens, and an unidentified creature with a pair of unusually huge feet. Most of the Humans and all of the drobens were heavily armored, leading Frank to believe the elves made up the archer unit. Their prints suggested they were wearing light ranger garb. The traces of magic lingering in the air gave away the magic users. Frank knew magic had some hand in the raid, he could see it in their ghost trails. Besides traces hovered everywhere leavings it imprint in the very air itself. No doubt this raiding party was here to harass and taunt Mistress Harmony. Perhaps,
Frank thought as much as he hated to see the Iso's on Darden lands,their presence would cause a much needed distraction. A distraction he and Owl could take advantage of. Owl would have to be informed to take advantage of this new situation.

Speed was of the essence here, Frank thought. He could call Owl, communicating through the link they shared, calling and speaking to Owl with his mind. But thought the magic required for such an effort would in all likelyhood alarm Mistress Harmony and her Elven Wizards and Sorcerers, or
the entruders for that matter. The chance of this was simply too great, and one he wasn't going to attempt. Instead he had another idea. A plan that actually was set in place for just such an occasion as this. Materializing out of thin air his titanium teeth glistened in their dull shine. Frank cooed. His voice at first sounding like two stones pressed and scraping together, But eventually evening out and taking on a more natural and distinct sound. the sound lifted and flowed up and out to the forest...

Miles away an ancient oak stood, towering over it brethren trees in the forest. Moss hung like mold green webbing on the oaks very arms itself. Roosted in the branches, a little pigmy owl turned his head and blinked. Then ruffled its feathers, spread its wings and sailed aloft with a hefty thrust. It climbed up and out over the oak tree, racing up against the wind and soared against the currents. He started flying towards the cooing that filtered its song throughout the whole of the forest about and beckoned him onwards. Taking his rank among two great gray owls and a single barn owl, with others coming to join them, they flew towards Frank...

[Owl's friend WiT]

Darting over the trees tops the little pigmy owl raced, trying to keep stride with his brethren that formed a company of much larger and more powerful owls than himself. The trees passed beneath him in a rush, as a flowing river. The trees themselves were losing their individuality in the rush. The clouds above congested, it's many layers forming its current status, as Nimbostratus clouds threatened to unleash their fury of thunder and rain. A gray hue of light seemed to be cast on everything and the cold chill in the air tempered the setting. The pigmy finally broke into the clearing that opened up before him, swooping down and coming to rest on a branch reaching up from a piece of deadwood resting on the clearing floor. The branch elevated him to just above the swarming blade tops of golden green grass, which swayed to and fro in the wind.

He looked up and saw Frank in the center of a midst of a 100 or so owls of all shapes and sizes. Even more came flying in to their places, swooping down from the sky, circling around and about Frank. They sat in clusters together, or by themselves. Some standing in the tall grass or nested in the trees close to Frank. They all had one thing in common...

They were all looking at the wraith in the bunny suit..

[Owl's Friend Frank]

Frank was aware that total stealth was no longer an option. Also Mistress Harmony's wolves, in all likelihood, had already raised the alarm on the Iso's raiders and her own forces were probably on the move. From the signs he knew that an Isonian scout had escaped back through the pass hours before he got to the outpost. Most likely he was heading back for re-enforcements on the far side of the mountain. One of the few pieces that Frank didn't know about the morning raid was how many more troops lay in wait or were perhaps raiding other parts of Mistress Harmony's lands.

Frank decided to risk the use of magic to communicate his thoughts with the owls gathered. He began to call to them, asking for their understanding and drawing pictures in their minds of the way of life under Mistress Harmony's rule. He stressed the need for all of the owls to stand against the onslaught of the heathens. He asked in Mistress Harmony’s name and the respect that he knew they all shared for her. Being creatures of her forest they loved their Mistress. In the end rallying their hearts and their honor to save the way of life they all loved so very much, and to save their Mistress whom they loved more....

Frank then spoke

"Who's with me?"

Such a W0ot went up into the mountains that even Owl up on perch on the cliff took notice of its boom...

Frank then faced the little pigmy owl and communicated with him, without a single word being said.

"I have a job for you..."

Frank then lowered his seven and a half foot frame to the forest floor. He knelt on one knee and reached out to pick up a small stone lying nearby. The pigmy owl watched as the hand holding the stone began to glow with a strange blue color...

[Owlz]

In the few hours that had past since Frank’s departure, the clouds overhead had bulged up and combined together. A small patch of stagnated clouds that had seemed to be hovering over the mountain that owl was on had joined itself with the storm front that now spread to the horizon. The cloud cover had become dark and forbidding, stretching out to the eyes very limits. Owl had to crouch down, hands on the hilt of his sword. The tip had been jammed into the rock and dirt and he now used it as a stand to help balance his weight out. Still the clouds rested on his head as if a hat, covering his very ear tips in all their pointyness. The top of his head was immersed in the puffy swirling mass that made up the bulk of the front.

W0ot !!!!!!!

A cry lifted out of the canopy of green tree tops below and rang out, muffled slightly by distance, but still strong and distinct. A cry of hundreds of voices ringing off the canyons walls and off the cliff where he now kept watch. Owl swore that it sounded as if there were a whole army of owls crying out in unison. He smiled at the absurdity of the thought, chuckling to himself as more thoughts of it persisted. But it wasn’t altogether unimaginable, after all he had gathered owls of the forest like that on more than one occasion. Never the less something or somethings had cried out just now and had caught his attention. The mystery being what, or whom, and why. Owl found himself wishing Frank was back already. He didn't like the implications of the unknown cry off in the distance. He also couldn't help but think that somehow Frank was caught up in it all.

Owl was crouched there as thoughts of what his next course of action should be filled his mind. Surely if Frank was in some sort of trouble he would have messaged him using the communication skills Frank possessed as a wraith. Unless of course Frank was being cautious of other magic wielders that might be in the area casting out their probes in the attempts to snare them, themselves. Owl started going over every probable scenario that he could manage to come up with, causing himself to be lead to a dozen ludicrous conclusions.

Time passed slowly as Owl crouched there. He wondered if he should go in search of Frank or if Frank was in any kind of trouble. Owl knew that the clouds were going to completely overtake the ledge and cliff that he was on very shortly. In any case he would have to move soon, no matter what. He was looking down off the cliff when he noticed a small black dot rising out of the trees and coming up towards his position...

The shape took on a familar form that was hard for Owl to believe as his keen gaze recognized what it was that drew closer to him. He whispered to himself...

”A pigmy owl?...”

[Owl's friend WiT]

The pigmy owl flew towards the cliff, his razorlike eyes spotted Owl crouching on the edge as he was flying out from the forest. He struggled to fight the crosscurrent that had been blowing in from the northeast all day now, Dragging this front overhead through their location. As he approached the cliff he landed on the handle of Owl's sword. Measuring only seven inches tall the little brown pigmy, feathers the color of wood bark, sat and looked into Owl's golden Eyes. His eyes were the only hint that he had Changeling blood in him. For the most part his face showed prominent Elvin features. The wind was blowing Owl's shoulder length brown hair across his brow and eyes. The little pigmy couldn't draw his attention to anything else, so he focused on Owl.

[Owlz]

For a second, as the pigmy owl flew towards him, Owl thought he should hide. But he couldn't run from a pigmy owl, and he could never look at Frank again if he did. Instead he thought he'd wait to see what happened. Owl decided to watch the pigmy in the hopes of finding it innocent of any misdeeds or intentions. He watched it climb, flying in and landing on his sword hilt. Owl noticed right away that he carried a stone that rested in his little beak, and knew Frank had sent this little fellow. He thought he'd ask a question he was confident he knew the answer to.

Owl:"Why hello little one, is that stone for me? You must have met my friend Frank"

He wondered why Frank chose a pigmy. He would of thought that he'd use a larger more powerful breed of owl. Staring at the little owl he held out his hand, keeping a tight hold on the sword with his other hand, so he wouldn't collapse and take down his new little friend in the process. The little pigmy dropped the stone and Owl caught it, releasing a small burst of energy to unlock whatever information Frank had stored in it.

The information flooded into him when he did so, the stone itself sparking into blue flames. The light enclosed his closed fist in a sphere of energy. A few seconds later he dropped the spent stone. Knowing everything he cast his gaze at the pigmy, understanding why Frank had chosen this little owl. This pigmy had no fear whatsoever. The little guy had a deep love for his Mistress, even Owl could read it in him. Frank knew Owl wanted to give Mistress Harmony a messenger owl and thought this one would make the perfect choice. Owl spoke to the little pigmy in his native owl tongue.

"Little friend, I need your service and your loyalty. I have need for you to be my personal messenger between Mistress Harmony and myself. It will be dangerous at times, your life may be put in harms way. There will be no rewards except our thankfulness. What do you say?"

The pigmy thought to himself that this seemed rather enticing....

"Frank was right about you, I sense no fear in you at all. You're small enough to be able to carry messages and not be suspicious. I noticed your fast too, that's a big plus little one."

The pigmy bowed and nodded his head in approval, puffing his little frame out with a held in breath that he swallowed. His eyes told of wisdom and his size of small heroics to come.

"Thank you my little friend. Lets hope we don't spoil your heart little one. You need a name suitable to such a clever little fellow, I will call you Wit.
Now, jump down on the ground Wit before lighting comes and strikes me with my sword out like this. My magic would protect me from most of the damage, but I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to survive."

Wit jumped off the handle and took his place in front of Owl, looking at him inquisitively.

I have a message for the Mistress that I need for you to take. Stay with her if you can. I will explain in my letter to her who you are. Watch her for me little one although I think you'll find she doesn't really need looking after.Don't let her whips or toys scare you if that's at all possible, fearless one"

Wit frowned as he cocked his head sideways and continued staring and listening to Owl.

Owl let out a laugh despite himself. Rising from his crouched position Owl took a step away from the cliff face and laid the sword down on a large rock. Then he withdrew a piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink jar from within his ranger garb. Owl began to write, using a large rock that was almost completely buried at his feet as a desk. When he had finished he rolled the parchment up and secured it with a small piece of twine, then held it out for Wit to take with his little talons.

"Take this to Mistress Harmony, little one. Fly with all the speed you can muster and don't take any unnecessary risks. Remember, I'm depending on you. Do not fail me, Wit my little friend. Do not fail her either...”

Owl watched as Wit darted off the ledge, then plummeted down towards the green canopy and off towards Mistress Hamony's lair...

[Owlz]

Owl watched and waited for Wit to disappear off in the distance and he thought to himself it is time for me to visit Mistress Harmony’s Dungeon. All he wanted to do first was make sure that Wit didn’t find out he was planning to break into the dungeon, or catch any hint of it. He knew Wit was too honest of a creature to lie to Mistress Harmony, if she demanded it of him he would tell her all. He couldn’t blame him, or hold it against his new friend either, it was one of the reasons he was chosen. He didn't think Wit was capable of lying to his Mistress.

And all he needed was for Mistress Harmony to catch a whiff of information that he planned to sneak into her Dungeon. And she’d have Seraphim and Succuba lying in wait for him, set up for an ambush, with himself being the main entree. Owl knew though that the Mistress would probably have him taken captive, so that she could deal with him herself. The thought made him smile.

Seraphim and Succuba had never liked him. They were jealous of the attention Mistress Harmony shed on him and he didn't want them to take their dislike out on his hide. All they would need was a single minute reason, and he wasn't about to give them one. But he also knew that in all likelihood they were out now, prowling the woods for an Iso meal to gorge themselves on.

Maybe if all his plans would work out properly he could persuade Mistress Harmony to come to the new lands, instead of wasting her days away in the lands where she resides now. Waiting for a rebirth, waiting for the fire that burns in every Renegade’s heart to rekindle itself, but only accomplishing collecting cobwebs and gathering dust in her efforts. But keeping the torch lit for the Renegades never the less, providing a lighthouse, a beacon for the Renegades to always have.

Owl missed her, he missed putting his life on the line on a daily basis for her. He missed being by her, smelling her beautiful scent, the way her clothes would wrap around her, hugging her skin. The way the light would both reflect and absorb into her, held him always in a state of altered consciousness. The very thought of her sparked a fire that tingled his mind, spirit and his very core. He missed every aspect she represented to him. He wondered to himself if a Lady such as her would ever, could ever have thoughts of a 19-year-old like himself. He knew they shared the dreams, linking them together, bonding them in ways that they were still learning, nurturing a blooming oneness between them, neither one was able to hide anything from the other.

He also missed his Brothers the Renegades themselves. He honored their names by firing up the war bong and sending their names of bong smoke up to join and mingle in the clouds, which was just above his brow, as he crouched on the cliffs edge once more. So his long lost friends could take their seats amongst the heavens, where the stars would be their audience. No matter what land they currently found themselves in, or what wars they’re fighting in, they would just have to look up to know Owls thinking about them again.

Owl knew from Frank’s message that he would be on the move. After gathering the owls, Frank had sent most to hunt the land and report back anything out of place. All except for three great grays, they were sent to tie up a loose end. Frank had decided to try to catch up to the Iso raiders and shadow them. His interest in the unknown beast was made very clear.

Owl sheathed his sword as he stood up in one fluid motion. He placed his war bong in the small backpack that was under his cape. The backpack had a sleeve designed specifically for the bong placement . The clouds had puffed down to his knees and were threatening to overtake the whole of the ledge. Owl stood on the cliff ledge with his arms extended out, then leaned forward until he fell of the cliff edge and barreled towards the tree tops below...

[Owl's friend WiT]

The little mouse scurried along the dead log laying in a small notch that edged itself into the island of trees about it. Pausing at the end of the log’s edge he stopped to reminisce on the last few days. It was three days ago when a girl had finally taken notice of him over all the other mice. She had actually responded to his wooing flirtatious courtship. Her approval was missed in his assumption that his efforts would be ignored yet again, that he actually begged her forgiveness with heavy eyebrows and drooped whiskers. That is when she called him silly, collapsing her shoulder into his and rubbing her body the full length of his, flashing him a lascivious inviting smile. The most inviting invitation he had ever received in the whole of his short life. They took to each other right away. In the short three days that they had known each other they had already clawed out of the earth, a burrowed home under a clump of wild grass by the base of a beautiful pine. The home he had always dreamed of, it was so perfect. He remained there at the edge of the log dreaming of the future. Dreaming of one day maybe having children of his own. He couldn’t believe that Lady Luck had finally cast a favoring eye in his direction. It was while these thoughts crossed his mind that a shadow, which he just happened to be in the middle of the circumference line, was growing larger around him.

Wit darted off the cliff edge away from Owl like a sword blade cutting through air in its deadly effectiveness. Swooping down over the treetops of the valley below, steadying out at fifty feet above the top of the forest canopy. His body form hummed, as it sliced through the air current. He had one thing on his mind and that was delivering the message to Mistress Harmony. He thought of Mistress Harmony, never actually having met her, but instead had only seen her roaming here and there in her realm. Her eyes hypnotized him, always so penetrating with a far away gaze that told of anticipation and longing. Wit realized he was in love with her, but knew she could never love him as he did her. But he knew the power of his love could spin the world and was enough for both of them combined. He was ok with that. To have her lock her beautiful eyes onto his would be enough for him to die for. To have her fondle and soothe the feathers of his head would be enough for him to devote a lifetime of service.

He knew not everyone would understand this kind of mixed interspecies relationship, but felt that his love could transcend any obstacles. If anybody had a problem with that they’d feel the drop of a white puddle from his tail feathers landing on their shoulder. It would serve the bigots right. It was then that his keen owl eyes spotted the mouse on the dead log in the midst of some wild grass and a few baby pines. Already full from a fat juicy moth that he had feasted on in the morning, he thought the mouse would make a perfect gift for his mistress. Who wouldn’t like a fat mouse to snack on, he thought. It was a question Wit didn’t know the answer to. With Wit’s left talon he shoved the tied parchment into his beak and dive-bombed the little mouse in one fell swoop.

The mouse on the log that was day dreaming of the future, died with his dreams that afternoon as Wit’s talons tore into him and crushed his neck.

Wit regained his position fifty feet above the canopy as he raced on towards Mistress Harmony’s lair.

[Owlz]

The tree tops below were becoming increasingly larger and larger as Owl plummeted towards them, his form slipping through the air as his arms were extended out. His ranger garb and cloak were streaming and whipping as he fell, flapping in His ears in his rush downwards. He let gravity have its will; ands its will was to pull him downwards like a falling stone. He called upon the power to transform himself into an owl, his form instantly altering in a puff of smoke and a flash of blue light. Choosing a white snow owl of the northlands as his appearance Owl mutated the size slightly allowing for a more powerful wing thrust for speed and deadlier talons to kill. His wing span from tip to tip reached ten feet and he called upon every ounce of their muscles to curve himself over the treetops. He fanned his wing feathers out in an effort to catch the air in a spoon like arch to slow his descent. Snatching a single leaf off the top of an Aspen tree as he cleared the tree tops he released it and let it fall to the forest below in its snowflake mannerism of ~to and fro~ fall. Drifting on the air current as it desended in its downward course. He then flapped his wings to gain a little altitude and steadied himself above the forest below.

[shadow=brown]He glided on...[/shadow]

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky followed by a thunderous crack that rumbled throughout the land as it began to pour. The rain drops were so big and heavy they beat and stung Owl's back, forcing him to dip below the tree cover in his flight. He hoped that the tree branches would provide some shelter from the rains onslaught he was now forced to contend with. He weaved through the forest with the agility of an angelic acrobat, the trees passing by him in a stream of green and bark brown. There was little light under the forest canopy and Owl's shadow was nonexistent on the leaf and fern covered forest flooring. Owl’s white feathers seemed in contrast with his shadowy surroundings. The rain pounded upon the forest floor making a pattering sound that echoed throughout the whole of the forest, drowning out any other noise, even the flaps of his wings as he flew on. The light of day was becoming increasingly scarce as the cloud cover robbed the forest of the sun's presence. Owl knew there was a few more hours until sunset, but the heavy clouded over cast sky would not allow it to be viewed on this day. His Owl eyes were naturally adapted for nighttime seeing and he would rely upon their efficiency on this day, he was sure.

Owl tried pacing himself, not wanting to get to Mistress Harmony’s lair too early and chance getting himself caught. So, he forced himself to slow down into a more gliding mode of flight. Weaving through the different types of tree branches when he needed to avoid them he flew with all the effectiveness and poeticness that motion could achieve. But the thoughts that raced through his head could not be reined in as easily as his flight. Never the less, he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. He knew he needed to be observant and remain aware of his surroundings. All he could do was hope that Whit and Frank were fairing well at their own intended tasks, despite the weather that was now drenching everything about.

Owl slipped off into the shadows as if a shadow himself, allying himself to its blackness. Fading into its voidness wherein the only light that broke its overwhelming presence was the glow from his golden eyes, which radiated determination as they burned ominously through the darkness.

[center][shadow=brown]He treaded on...[/shadow][/center]