Flightless Bird || summoner2183
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				Title: <strong>Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 04:13:58</strong>
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				He had these parties often.<br><br>Everyone knew their place, too, and they knew where they belonged whenever the parties were going to be hosted. His palace – though he held no royal blood – was settled into the desert, where the heat was dry and the nights were chilly. It was adorned with riches and delicate designs to make all those who entered envious of him. That was all he ever wanted, of course: envy. He wanted the attendees of the party to know he had wealth, that he collected things that no one else would ever have. He possessed the largest collection of rare items in the country, and possibly in the world, but he didn’t care much about the fame of it. He got enough thrill from the word-of-mouth spreading of his wealth and power that worldwide recognition hadn’t touched his radar quite yet.<br><br>He always brushed elbows with the best. Those who were royal, wealthy, maintained power, or simply were friends with him. He wasn’t necessarily a cruel man – he simply knew what he wanted, and always got it. Always. And that was how his collection had grown. He was ruthless. When he fell in love with a rare item, he had to have it. And the only time he let go of one of those rarities was if there was a trade offered of something rarer in status. For instance: his last party had involved the trade of one of his servants. The young boy had been one of a handful of albino naga people. He possessed snake-like features and he’d only traded the boy off to a high bidder because they offered a sum of money along with a rare set of adorned eggs that came from across the sea in Asia. <br><br>The living collection assumed that he preferred to trade his living rarities for those non-living because they didn’t require much care. <br><br>The living collection always garnered the most attention, though, and he was distinctly aware of that fact. Yes, people could like to come and see the largest bit of a rare shade of amethyst sitting behind glass, or one of two prints of an ancient scroll. But to be able to see and interact with living creatures, some of whom were the last of their kind? That was what drew the larger crowds from all sides of the planet. Only exclusive invitations were sent out whenever he decided to throw one of these little ‘parties’, and tonight was the first one of the warm season. <br><br>Tyta hated these parties.<br><br>The people were beginning to gather, servants who were rather plain already serving glasses of wine and other spirits. Some of the servants were hybrids themselves – rarer than humans and those considered anthropomorphic – but were more common types of hybrids in the sense that they were simply feline variety or even some canine varieties that served as good guards. The rarer species, like Tyta, were already settled into their little ‘scenes’. She supposed he did it to humor the guests, but Tyta loathed the whole act she was forced into for a sick form of ‘entertainment’. Sitting upon her perch – a piece of smoothed, polished wood – a very large and thick, golden chain was shackled around her ankle and chained to the bottom of the gigantic bird cage. The bars were thick and strong, not wide enough apart for her to escape, and there wasn’t enough room in the cage for her to even fully spread the wings attached between her angular shoulder blades.<br><br>She kept them tucked around her otherwise naked body, curled onto the perch and pointedly ignoring the guests trying to rile her up. Yes, she was being disobedient. Yes, it would earn her quite the punishment later. But she didn’t care. She was the last of the winged hybrid species; all others had been wiped out in wars and in the fear of their power of flight. At least, to her knowledge, she was the last. She was at least rare enough that the collector had dubbed her a ‘favorite’. She wasn’t sure she enjoyed that title, not at all.<br><br>Feathers in the hues of a barn owl fluttered and ruffled a little as she curled her knees to her chest behind them, sitting and staring off towards one of the larger windows. She watched the sky as people milled about and people began to arrive and fill the space. Other specimens on display adored the attention. They didn’t have a bad life here, if they obeyed. They lived better than they might have in the past. But Tyta despised her life here. She didn’t want to be on display for all to see. Yet, here she was, in a bird cage because the one and only Richard Vysus -&nbsp; also known as the collector – had purchased her from slavery in a marketplace. Even looking back on how she’d suffered in places like those, she figured that she would prefer that life over this one. <br><br>More and more people began to fill the halls and rooms, talking and observing as if this place were a museum all its own. Sometimes, she would look around and meet the faces of random guests, blinking her large, owlish eyes with a look of pure boredom. People would try and talk to her, only to be ignored. They would try to command her – open your feathers, show yourself, can you sing little bird? – and they would be ignored even further. They only form of her naked frame they could see were her feet, occasionally, and the curve of her entire back, along with her head. She had white hair that trailed down to her shoulder blades and was littered with smaller, white feathers that mingled smoothly with the strands. Her eyes were keen and sharp, so dark in the iris that the pupil didn’t appear to be separated from it. She almost had an eerie look about her… but she’d always been told that it was part of her ‘appeal’. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 07:12:22</strong>
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				Devon Rickardsen was wondering why he was doing here. He was a young prince from a small, but wealthy nation and while he wasn't the crown prince... oh no, his older brother had that distinction, he still was in line for the throne if only third. He wasn't someone who loved warfare and politics, though he knew that was part of what he had to deal with should his older brother either fallen from their father's grace or something happened to him unable to succeed the throne.<br><br>Vysus had sent him an invitation to a party he was holding, and to tell the truth... he considered refusing to go. He was more at home in the library and the company of books, scrolls and academicians than the people that these parties seem to have in abundance. He was quite well known as the scholarly prince, due to this fact and it was something he was proud. But his mother and older brothers convinced him to go for this one, and their reason was for him to widen his eyes and to sweeten the deal, they told him that sometimes rare scrolls and books made it into Vysus's collection and that interested him somewhat. Though he did not take too well on the poorly disguised insinuations that he should find someone to marry and settle down, which his mother expected him to at least make an effort to find one in this event.<br><br>He was dressed in a simple and elegant manner, though his dress wasn't gaudy or flashy as the others in the room. He made some polite conversation with the other people in the party, and often replied them with a practiced politeness and even though some ladies engaged him in conversation... most of them he talked with them only for a few brief moments. He recognized the telltale signs of social climbers or gold diggers and most of the young ladies here were of that nature, and that immediately turned him off and he excused himself with a well made excuse every time. Only perhaps one or two of them held his brief interest as they spoke.. feeling a brief connection to them. He would love to converse them more and get to know them better, but they were usually stolen away by their parents to let them meet possible matches that held more promise than he did.<br><br>He then shrugged as he left the crowd and went towards the exhibits that Vysus had in his collection and browsed through the academic section of it. While most of the artefacts are rare, only one or two of them held any interest to him and he mentally noted to ask Vysus how much he wanted for them to add to his personal collection. After spending some time through the non-living section and no longer seeing anything worthy of his attention, he them started&nbsp; moving towards the living section of the exhibits where he gazed with academic wonder at the collection of beings that were supposed to be the last of their species that Vysus had collected all over the years. He did not interact with any of the exhibits, but watched with a calculated gaze as the exhibits seemed to enjoy the attention from the crowd around them.... all but one at least.<br><br>His gaze looked at the owl like woman who... to his amusement, purposefully ignored every single visitor and request that was made of her. He watched with interest as one by one, the visitors who were ignored by the owl woman left her alone and soon there were no people crowding around the giant birdcage due to them losing interest in the supposedly unresponsive bird woman. He then slowly approached the cage and looked at her form through the bars, which he found to be beautiful. He did not talk to her for some time, but admired her appearance for a moment before speaking softly... hoping that she could somehow hear his words. "You hate it... don't you? Being in this cage... against your will, on display for the pleasure of others. I don't know if you believe me... but I feel that way sometimes as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>24-12-2015, 16:20:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;The crowd seemed to find themselves distracted with those specimens who would interact with them directly. Tyta knew that they could move towards a rare, white-tiger hybrid male who purposely flaunted himself before them. He groomed himself and strutted around in his little exhibit, as though he fed solely off of the attention around him. He belonged in a place like this, where he felt appreciated and cared for, even if it wasn’t in the right kind of way. The avian female ruffled her feathers in disgust before she looked back towards the sky through the large window, gazing at it longingly. The collector always kept her wings clipped very precisely; the way it was done wouldn’t hinder her appearance, but it most definitely wouldn’t let her fly. Another irritation that ruffled her feathers as she shifted a little on her perch, the heavy chain rattling slightly.<br><br>As the people seemed to mill around other places, Tyta found herself relaxing. She didn’t like to be oogled at, nor did she like to be the subject of people’s fascination. Shifting a little, she sat up straight and let her legs dangle on either side of the perch. One ankle revealed the heavy shackle, solid gold, and the other revealed a faded, rose-colored scar twined around in a similar fashion. Glancing towards one of her wings, she huffed in irritation as she realized that some of her feathers were rather out of order. Glancing around quickly, realizing that people weren’t paying her any mind, she began to preen herself. The process involved the straightening of her feathers and the removal of the looser ones, letting them fall to the floor of the bird cage. Soon enough, she was lost in the pleasurable feeling of grooming herself, and she hardly noticed that another patron had wandered up towards her bars until he began to speak.<br><br>Instantly, she was frozen, her sharp eyes on his features as she stared at him, incredulously. Her legs, still shifted to straddle the perch, were tense and stiff… and thin. In fact, the bones of her spine were pretty visible, even from the distance between them. She was a bit malnourished, truthfully, but it was hard to see the rest of her body when she kept it covered up by the vast expanse of her wings. She blinked slowly at him, as if assessing whether he deserved a response or not. Was he worthy enough to hear her voice? She rarely talked, even to the collector and the other living members of his collection. She didn’t really have friends; she was quite content with being as alone as she was. At least… as content as she could be.<br><br>Her feathers ruffled slightly before she gave him a brief nod in response to his question. Yes, she hated it here. She hated being in a bird cage. She hated not being able to fly far away from this place. What he said afterwards had caught more of her attention though, causing her to raise an eyebrow slowly and in judgment. How could this rich man possibly know what it felt like? She looked over his clothes and slowly realized that he wasn’t dressed to show his wealth. How odd. He appeared a little different from the rest, in that sense, and in the sense that he was talking to her like she was… well, a person, and not something meant to entertain or do whatever the person on the other side of the bars beckoned.<br><br>A cock of her head to the side was the only indication that she wanted him to go on. She didn’t trust herself to speak quite yet. Besides, she didn’t want anyone else to overhear. That would only draw the crowds back. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>25-12-2015, 00:00:39</strong>
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				Devon knew that he had gained the bird woman's attention when she suddenly paused from her activity of preening her feathers from her wing, and looked at him with what he recognized to be an incredulous expression. He then got a good look at what he could see from her and frowned as he saw how tense and stiff she was... and how thin her legs were. There was a rose colored scar on one of her ankles, presumably the work of the same chain and shackle that was fastened on her other foot.<br><br>He could see the bones of her spine, and if that was the indication of what he saw then she was quite mistreated during her captivity here. He noticed she was blinking at him, those eyes watching him with an eerieness that would have scared off most people other than him. She merely nodded to his words, not speaking one word but he knew somehow from the way she was looking at him that she was assessing him, judging him... not sure if she should believe him. To be honest, she was quite right in doing so. After all, not just anyone were invited to these parties that Vysus throws... you had to be either royalty, an influential person or very wealthy to be able to do so.<br><br>He then watched her cock her head at him, and he smiled despite himself. That little gesture meant nothing to most people... but he sensed that she wished for him to continue speaking. He then said just as softly. "Thank you... by the way, you need not speak to me in return. I sense that would be a bad choice... seeing how you hate the attention and all that. To be honest... I am only here because my mother and brothers eloquently persuaded me to come. I personally dislike going to these kind of events... and I think you know why. Sure, I'd love to add books and scrolls to my collection... they are my constant companions after all and I am more comfortable surrounded by them than with people outside of my family."<br><br>He then sighed and said. "But being the third in line of the throne... I know my family cares about me and I know this is their way of asking me to find potential bride material.." He then looked briefly back at the crowd that was milling about the other exhibits. "..but what I find is disappointing so far. Most of the young ladies here only want to talk to me because I am one of the heirs to my parents' kingdom... I can tell by the way they speak to me. Once they know that I am more of a scholarly person than some kind of noble warrior... and I am merely third in line to the throne.. they soon lose interest. Only one or two ladies here had gotten my attention so far, but even then... their parents often directed them away from me because they see more potential in them in climbing the social ladder if they got to know others... other than me that is."<br><br>He chuckled bitterly and said to her. "In that sense, we are a bit similar don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>25-12-2015, 15:35:33</strong>
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				Tyta had expected him to demand her respond to him. That was what anyone else might have done, including the collector himself. He was rather disappointed by her lack of voice – though sometimes, she would sing just for him in order to get something she wanted. Usually, those items consisted of time outside the cage or the walls, breathing in the fresh air, or food. It tended to usually be food, though, that she traded her singing voice for. It always made her feel a little dirty to have to perform like that in order to sustain her life. Sure, the collector fed them, but he tended to feed the ones that were well-behaved the finer foods. And Tyta, realistically, couldn’t survive on a ‘bird’s meal’. He never gave her enough food for her metabolic rate, and she always felt tired and weak. At first, she thought that he was doing that on purpose – preventing her from having energy to escape – but in reality, she figured that he just had no idea how to properly care for something that was so rare.<br><br>Blinking slowly towards the man speaking to her, she indicated she was listening by cocking her head the other way just ever-so-slightly. She was intrigued by his words, with his story. He’d come here because his family had forced him? That was a first. And he was here to mingle and look for a wife? Another oddity. She blinked, and mentally wished him the best, knowing that was probably a hard journey to be making. Her wings shifted just a little, indicating she was a bit more relaxed as she let them slip down to be more level with her shoulders, the length of them covering her limbs except for her petite feet on the end. At the mention of books, she perked, the feathers in her hair shifting a little with interest. When was the last time she had been allowed to read a book?<br><br>She had no idea.<br><br>Tyta could sense that his tiredness was genuine. And his words. He didn’t seem deceitful, anyway. Not like the collector. Yes, he was persuasive and smooth, but he was manipulative. She’d seen it in action many times. Adjusting a little on her uncomfortable perch, she looked down at her hands in her lap before she looked back towards him, parting her lips a little bit at his question as if she were going to speak. Then, her eyes widened a bit, as if she’d startled herself, and her feathers fluttered. Clamping her mouth shut, she gave him a slight nod. She did see the similarities. He was trapped, though not in a literal sense, by obligation. She was trapped physically, mentally. She could give him that. As more people began to file in, some taking interest in her by standing near the kind stranger, she became stoic once more and glanced away.<br><br>She tilted her head, pointing her nose up in an almost snobbish-fashion, as she pointedly ignored them and their questions and comments. They only seemed to notice her feathers, the wings, the rarity of her. Not her thin nature, the dark circles beneath her eyes. They saw her as exotic and that was all. A prize to be had, or gazed upon. Just like the collector. It made her shrink into herself a little at their comments, never looking towards them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>25-12-2015, 16:25:56</strong>
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				Devon knew that she was hanging on to his every word, being a silent listener and he could tell that she was listening by the way she moved her head in a certain way. She made small subtle moments, like blinking and looking at him with an inquisitive expression. He was glad though as she seemed to relax somehow, as he noticed her shifting her wings a little to be level with her shoulders and it covered her limbs except for her feet. Though he was a little amused when she perked a little when she heard him mention books.<br><br>He then noticed a slight movement from her, and she seemed to adjust herself on her perch before looking at her hands on her lap before looking at him and to his surprise and alarm... he saw her lips move a little and he was about to warn her not to speak. Thankfully, she seemed to realize that on her own and her feathers fluttered as her eyes widened before she closed her mouth and gave him a nod. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her, giving her a soft smile in return.<br><br>He then noticed that some other people had begun filing in, standing near him as they ogled the owl-woman. A bit of sadness and amusement filled his heart as he noticed her ignoring the crowd again, rolling his eyes at hearing their comments and questions that was directed towards her. He could see that they only noticed the superficial nature of hers, how rare she was and about her wings and feathers. Never once did they noticed how malnourished she was, or the thin dark circles beneath her eyes. He clenched his fists silently, wanting nothing more than to herd away the crowd from her. He then made a decision. Scrolls and books might be important, but it was more important to get her away from here.<br><br>He then weaved through the crowd and found Vysus, and tapped his shoulder before saying. "Excuse me, Sir Vysus... may I ask you for a moment of your time? I am interested in one item from your collection, specifically the owl-woman. I was wondering how much would it take for me to obtain her from you?" HIs words were polite and charming as he spoke to the collector.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>26-12-2015, 01:26:31</strong>
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				Tyta’s head swiveled a little, glancing towards the stranger as he turned around and disappeared into the small crowd. Somehow, she missed him already, and already felt lonelier than she had before. Glancing back towards the window, she ignored more of the vulgar terms and other requests that the guests were still spurting out at her. Her feathers ruffled and she tugged her wings up a little more to shield her face, letting her legs become visible as she just hid herself away from the rest of the crowds. Yes, she would probably get in trouble for blatantly hiding herself from the crowds, but she didn’t care&nbsp; at this point. She just really wanted the party to be over – and she knew there were many hours left to go.<br><br>Vysus was sifting through the crowd, mingling with the richer members of society that he’d invited. He liked to rub elbows with them, and he knew that they knew it, and he didn’t care. He was swirling some expensive wine, chilled in a glass, and sipping from it as he talked with a local merchant with whom he often traded rare items or even people with. They were chuckling whenever Devon approached, and the merchant slinked away after patting Vysus on the shoulder. He glanced towards Devon and smiled instantly, terribly charismatic. He was the kind of person who had an attractive energy around him, could draw people in with his words and his hand motions. He cants his head and bows towards Devon, giving him a glittering smile.<br><br>“Hello! Of course you can have some of my time, Prince. What can I do for you?” He slung an arm around his shoulder as a friend mind, and then tugged him towards a set of priceless tomes. He knew that the prince was attuned towards scholarly items, and he figured maybe he could lure him in for a trade, or even something monetary if he was feeling generous. But surprise entered his features, causing his eyebrows to raise up as he straightened. “Interested in her? Oh?” A glimmer appeared in his eyes and he chewed on his lip, as if contemplating the idea. “She’s quite rare, you know,” he said, raising his eyebrow singly this time, before he smirked a little bit. <br><br>“It would take quite some convincing on your part, Prince. A trade of something equally as valuable, or… maybe I could be convinced with the right monetary price? She’s rather stubborn you know, and a lot to upkeep. Constantly trimming of those wings, disobedient and hardly ever speaks.” He scoffs, shaking his head. He spoke of her as though she were quite the burden, but he knew that she was valuable. Everyone knew that she was valuable and he wasn’t going to just… let her go. His eyes glittered as he thought of something, and he turned to look at the Prince with a flourish. “How about this: if you have something valuable to trade, I’ll take it…. If you can convince her to come and sing in front of everyone at the party. If you can convince her, and have a trade, then she’s all yours.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>26-12-2015, 01:43:09</strong>
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				Devon looked at the charming smile that Vysus had given him and he smiled in return. It was hard not to like the man, though it was marred by the way he treated the owl woman. He was then brought to an area where priceless tomes were shown to him and he glanced at them momentarily, noting that these tomes are exactly what he wanted in his library. He also knew by the way Vysus's eyes gleamed he was surprised that he had asked for her, and then smirked as he said how rare she was.<br><br>He then listened to Vysus saying that it would take some convincing on his part with a trade of something that was equally valuable or the right price. He mentioned that the owl woman was quite stubborn and very difficult to take care of. He mentioned how disobedient she was and she rarely speaks, not to mention that the effort it takes to trim those wings. Devon rolled his eyes mentally, guessing that this was why she had become so distrustful of humans.<br><br>He then heard the request about convincing her to sing in front of everyone at the party, as well as trading something for her. Gears turned in his head and he smiled. "I do not know if I can convice her to do so, but as for trading... I do have some things you might want. Recently, I went on an artefact hunt and I have obtained quite the collection of artifacts from the fabled lost civilizations of Asyur and Het. I am sure you have heard of them, Vysus. It was pure luck that some of my contacts chanced upon it. If you wish, I would trade half of those very artifacts in exchange for the owl woman and these three tomes I see before me. What do you say to that? Or do you still wish me to convince her to sing in front of all these people before you will let her come into my possession?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>26-12-2015, 19:55:24</strong>
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				Vysus seemed surprised that Devon had such rare artifacts in his collection, and instantly there was a little spark of jealousy there. For once, Vysus seemed to be carrying the envy towards another, and it wasn’t a feeling he was used to. He straightened a little and set his empty glass down on the tray of a servant passing by. She had wide hips and large breasts, a feline tail swishing out from behind her and dark, feline ears to match atop her head. She gave both men a smile as she shuffled off to collect more drinks, and Vysus stared at her for a moment as he processed this information. Glancing back towards Devon, he gave the prince a smile, before crossing his arms lightly over his chest as he considered the offer. <br><br>“I like the sound of those artifacts. I do know that is a hard area to obtain items from. However, because she is believed to be the last of her kind, I still think the singing is in order. It will also prove to me that she at least possesses some value of trade. I wouldn’t want to cheat out of a deal, would I?” The collector chuckled, and it was a smooth-talking and honey. He, of course, wouldn’t give a shit if he cheated someone. But, he did want to hear the bird-girl sing. He knew that she had a lovely voice, but she had her mouth closed so tightly that he could count on both hands how many times he’d heard her speak when spoken to. Sure, he’d forced song from her before, but he yearned to hear it at least one more time before deciding to give her away.<br><br>Which, was what he was doing, with the trade. He glanced at Devon and raised an eyebrow, smirking a little bit. “If you can convince her to sing on the stage – hell, we’ll even give her something to wear – then you can have her and the tomes in exchange for the artifacts and her little performance. It doesn’t have to be a long song, but surely you’ll be able to convince her, yes?” His eyes sparkled and he grinned with mirth before he was drawn away by another guest. He called over his shoulder back at Devon, giving him a little wink.<br><br>“I’ll give you some time to convince her! Just let a servant know and they’ll fetch me… if you can get her to agree.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>27-12-2015, 00:08:12</strong>
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				Devon smirked inwardly at the brief look of surprise and the brief look of jealousy on Vysus's face. It seems that this was the first time, or at least one of the few times that the arrogant collector had felt some sort of envy towards others and that satisfied him somehow. He noticed to the side that a servant had passed by, and she was a feline hybrid that was gorgeous and Devon gave her a warm smile and nod as she passed by. He then turned back to Vysus, and noticed his change in expression and pose and knew that the man was thinking about his offer.<br><br>He smiled and then shrugged before saying with a smile. "I see... I do not know if I could do so, but I will do my best. As for cheating out of a deal, I think you do not want to do that willingly. After all, I know that you do not&nbsp; want your reputation as an honest, although somewhat prideful and eccentric collector to be tarnished do you?" He was glad though that if he could convince the woman that she can sing in front of others, she would be given clothes to wear and she would come to his care.<br><br>He nodded and he wandered back to the cage and then was glad to see it once again devoid of an audience. "Hello again..." He spoke softly as he looked at her. "Just as before, you do not need to answer me after hearing what I have to say. I know how much you hate it here and I know by the look you wish to go free from this gilded cage that has trapped you. I think I may have a way to free you from this place... if you are interested in listening on what I have planned, give me a nod and I will tell you all about it... but I need your help to do something for me for me to be able to free."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>28-12-2015, 16:19:27</strong>
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				Tyta had become rather bored already. She wished that the party was going to end soon, but she knew that it was just beginning, really. It would probably last well into the night, and most of the guests would stay within his palace until the end of the next day. Whenever the majority of them went to bed, though, she would have a chance to be escorted back to her own chamber – where she wouldn’t have to sleep upon a perch. She could have blankets and a set of clothes. She yearned for that already and the festivities of the night hadn’t even begun yet. There would be a feast and trades and wine and dancing and more wine and drunken people stumbling off to the guest wing to spend the night. Her wings ruffled gently as she imagined it, not even realizing that the crowd that had gathered had already moved on.<br><br>Her head snapped down to gaze at the familiar stranger’s face when he spoke, and she perked up a little. The feathers in her hair ruffled pleasantly and she tilted her head, giving a nod to show she understood and wouldn’t be speaking. Blinking, she frowned a little, wondering what kind of favor he was going to ask of her in order to free her. There was surprise on her features, eyes wide, at the idea that the collector would even <em>let</em> her go! How was that possible?! She blinked and looked a little nervous, unsure of what this request was going to be. It made her completely uneasy, knowing that whatever he was about to propose was probably something that the collector had agreed to for terms of her release to this stranger.<br><br>She shifted a little, but watched him warily, waiting to hear what this task was that would grant her freedom. She’d dreamed of freedom for so long that she wasn’t even sure if there was anything to truly think about. But she just wanted to be sure, of course. She wasn’t going to go about selling her soul or anything.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>29-12-2015, 00:21:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled as the owl woman ruffled her hair again, and somehow he knew she was glad that he was there talking to her again. It showed by the way she perked up when he talked and by the way her feathers ruffled. She then had a little frown on her face, probably wondering what kind of favor he wanted her to do in order to free her. Yet, there was a look of surprise on her face... and he guessed that the reason would be that the collector would even consider letting her go. She probably thought that was never going to happen... considering Vysus had billed her to be one of a kind.<br><br>He watched her as she blinked and watched him with a wary look on his face and he smiled at her gently, giving her a reassuring look on his face. "Firstly, I have some rare artifacts that Vysus wants... so he is willing to trade them for you. But he also put in a condition, that you have to sing in front of the crowd here. He is also willing to let you have clothes when you perform... I know you hate to do this, but this is the condition that he put in order for you to come into my care."<br><br>He paused for a moment before he said softly. "If you decide to do so.... while you are singing, please do it only for me. You might sing in front of an audience... but when you do it... I want you think that there is no one else in the room but me. Can you do that for me, beautiful one." His gaze and expression was gentle as he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 04:37:18</strong>
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				Tyta’s wings ruffled a little bit as she glanced at this stranger, wondering what he was going on about. He had some artifacts that the collector wanted? That seemed fairly typical. She assumed that the collector had known something about the wealth of the man standing at the base of the birdcage. Where was he going with this conversation? She tensed up, frozen, her eyes sharp and wide as she gazed towards him and kept his figure locked in her sight. What had he just said? Trade the artifacts… for her? He was willing to get rid of her? A look of momentary excitement spilled into her features as her feathers fluffed up a little. She could be free!<br><br>Then, she heard what he said. She had to sing in front of the party. She would be clothed, but she would have to sing. In front of… everyone. She didn’t even like to sing in front of one person, let alone a whole crowd of people! Tyta ducked into her wings, peaking out over the edge of them to glance at him. She was flushed, embarrassed at the idea, but she really wanted to be free. It was sing, or remain in this place, in this cage, being treated like she was some kind of porcelain vase. Maybe this stranger wouldn’t clip her wings? Maybe he would let her fly? Maybe he would set her free, completely? She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and then she looked down, contemplating his words, before she slumped a little and managed to drop down from the perch. <br><br>She kept her wings around her, but stood on the floor, glancing towards the stranger with a bit of weariness. Standing, she seemed to hold a couple of inches over the average height of a woman, but was still shorter than the stranger. A shiver rolled through her and a feather fell loose, dropping to the floor. Her shoulders were slumped, causing her wings to droop a bit and expose her lean, thoroughly freckled collarbones. She gave him a brief nod, agreeing that she would do it, she would sing before the party if it meant that she was going to be free. She just needed to suck it up and gain some confidence. Hopefully the clothes that the collector gave her would be something appropriate – not something like what his servants and slaves wore. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have mattered much whether she was naked or not. There wasn’t much of a difference.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 05:02:26</strong>
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				Devon watched for the owl woman's reactions from confusion, with her ruffling her wings and he knew that she was wondering what he was talking about. Soon, he noticed her tensing up and then locked her eyes on his and it was wide and sharp as she realized that Vysus was willing to trade some artifacts for her and she seemed excited at the prospect of being free and the way she fluffed her feathers told him that.<br><br>Then she realized what she had to do as well, and suddenly ducked into her wings and peeked at him and he did not know if she was angry at him or embarrassed at the thought of performing in front of so many people. She stayed that way for a moment, and Jerome did not know what she was thinking when she was like that and then she slowly dropped down from the perch, though still kept her wings around her. Her gaze towards her was a bit wary now, and he realized that she was slightly shorter than him.<br><br>He watched her shiver, and she slumped slightly and he saw her freckled collarbones which was beautiful to him. After some time, she nodded and then he smiled at her before saying gently. "Thank you for your help... you will be free in no time. I will make sure appropriate clothing will be given to you. I will be back soon."<br><br>He then went to look for Vysus and tapped his shoulder before saying. "She agrees, Vysus... but before you let her perform... I want you to give her some proper clothing for the performance... and nothing like the clothes that your servants and slaves that I have seen sometimes during my time here. Do we have a deal on this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 02:29:38</strong>
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				The collector turned around, surprise on his features before he gave the prince a smile. It was a little forced, but that would be hard to detect, truthfully. He was surprised that the man had made an assumption, and it had ruined his plans, ultimately. “But,&nbsp; of course!” He chuckled a little and slapped Devon’s back for a moment before he snapped his fingers, bringing up the feline servant from before. “Sweetheart, get our little feathered female from her cage and give her her native clothes, please. She’s going to be doing a performance for us all.” The feline gave them both a happy nod, appearing quite pleased with her position there, before she bounced off towards a room down a hall, and then she headed back into the display room with a key in her hand and a wad of clothing.<br><br>She unlocked the cage and stepped inside, handing the clothes over, speaking softly to Tyta. She was speaking back, but her voice was very light and quiet. No one else would be able to hear. Her feathers twitched on her wings for a moment and she managed to tug on her clothes without revealing herself too much. She was wearing a pair of harem pants, tight around her hips and ankles. Then, she wore a tunic-like top that was tight, but she obviously looked comfortable even with her midriff showing and a bit of her cleavage. It was more than what she was used to, obviously.<br><br>Then, the feline unlocked her ankle restraint from the base of the bird cage. She tugged her gently and led her up towards a small stage, where Vysus had been introducing her. “Here she is, our little bird!” He stepped down as everyone silently waited. Her wings twitched and tucked in a little against her back, before she rocked on her heels a little and glanced over the crowd. She was obviously nervous, shivering a little, before she looked towards the group of people and spotted Devon. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and then began to sing.<br><br>The song was in her native language, a form of speaking that has been long lost. The words weren’t understood by anyone, but it didn’t matter. Everyone there was surprised and awed by the haunting, beautiful melody that was leaving her. She sang beautifully, like a bird, and the song lasted just long enough and ended on a soft note. She opened her eyes after she was finished and then blinked, looking at the crowd as they began to clap for her, causing her to blush thoroughly and look down at her feet on the floor. They were bare, and she preferred it that way. She stood there, unsure of what to do.<br><br>“Go claim your prize,” the collector said, chuckling for a moment though there was obviously a jealous spark in his eyes. Tyta lifted her head and looked for Devon, shifting a bit, unsure of herself on the stage as the chain clanked a little bit near her ankle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 02:47:12</strong>
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				Devon knew that Vysus was surprised, but a little upset. While he did not interact with people much, the collector's body language and the painfully obvious forced smile on his face said it all. He just smiled as the man slapped him on the back, and watched as the feline servant from before and Vysus spoke to her about getting the owl woman from her cage and to give her clothing. <br><br>He watched as said servant bounced away and returned with clothing and walked to the owl woman's cage and stepped inside, and spoke to her about something and after a while she emerged from the cage, with proper clothing... and it seems that they looked comfortable to her. She then was led out from the cage and onto a small stage where Vysus introduced her. She looked nervous, until she locked her eyes onto his and he gave her a nod and a reassuring smile on his face.<br><br>When she began to sing, he was mesmerized by the haunting and beautiful melody that escaped her lips. He did not know what it meant... but it touched his heart like no other. When the melody ended, there was clapping all around and he found himself clapping the hardest. Vysus then told him to claim his prize and he nodded before saying. "I will send those artifacts to you once I get back home. You have my word."<br><br>He then approached the stage and smiled at her and said to her. "That was... beautiful... it was so beautiful that somehow, it had such beauty and sadness all rolled into one that it touched my heart somehow. Come now... Vysus has released you into my care." He had a warm smile on his face as he spoke to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 03:37:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta looked surprised and… pleased. Absolutely pleased that she wasn’t going to be stuck here anymore. Her wings arched a little bit and they ruffled out, the light feathers in her hair even shifting a little bit. She stepped off of the stage and looked towards the feline, who was still holding the chain that was attached to her ankle. She glanced towards her, watching as the feline smiled towards the stranger that had approached them. She handed over the chain with a wink and then sent a tender smile towards Tyta. “Congratulations. Please, treat her well,” she commented back towards Devon with a sharp look, before she smiled charmingly and swished her hips as she headed back to her duties.<br><br>Tyta turned her eyes towards Devon and gave him a weak smile, blushing a little at his compliments on her performance. She shifted a little, the chain clinking slightly as she waited for him to move. It was so strange – they were going to be leaving! She chewed on her bottom lip, incredibly excited to head outside. Really outside! She could feel the breeze on her feathers and the sun on her skin, not through the window! She looked towards him and then chewed on her bottom lip once more, before she touched a hand towards her chest and finally spoke to him in a firm tone, her words soft and clear. She had a beautiful speaking voice, just like her singing voice,&nbsp; melodic. <br><br>“Tyta.”<br><br>It was her name, plain and simple, so he would know what it was and wouldn’t have to worry about how to address her. She knew she should be nervous about belonging to someone else again, but she didn’t think that Devon was going to hurt her. Right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 08:44:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon watched as the owl woman stepped off the stage, and he smiled at her pleased expression. It seems that she was glad that she was not going to be in this place any longer. He watched as she ruffled her wing feathers and then slowly looked at the feline that held her ankle chain,who smiled at him and handed the chain to him and a message to treat the owl woman well. He smiled at the cat woman and then said. "Do not worry, I will."<br><br>He then looked at the owl woman who blushed a little and giving him a weak smile, possibly reacting to her performance and his praise for her. He then slowly moved away from the hallway, ignoring the looks of the other people that were giving them and soon stepped into the open air. He then noticed that she chewed her bottom lip, though he could tell that she was excited somehow. When they were outside, she then looked at him once more and he noticed that she chewed her bottom lip once more. She then touched her hand towards her chest and heard her speak, her voice melodic but firm... although they were soft as well as she told him her name.<br><br>"Pleased to meet you Tyta... my name is Devon. You need not call me master if you don't want to... just call me Devon alright?" He said with a warm smile on his face. "Oh, and before we leave... I need to ask you one thing... are you comfortable in riding on horseback as we make our way back to my home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 17:32:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta looked nervous, but mostly, she looked tired and worn down. The clothing she wore may have been her native attire, but it was obviously a little loose on her – another indication that she’d lost quite a bit of her natural body weight since she’d been in the collector’s hold. She licked her lips for a moment and shifted on her feet, as if she were not used to the feeling of material against her flesh. Her wings tightened against her back as they moved from the hallway, heading towards the exit. She froze just inside the doorway initially, eyes wide, before she stepped out and seemed to sigh happily. Her head tipped towards the sunlight and her wings arched and stretched. Not to their full wingspan, but just enough to shake out more of the looser feathers and get some blood flowing.<br><br>She turned her sharp eyes onto him as he spoke his name, giving him a crooked half-smile before nodding. “Alright, Devon,” she murmured softly, tasting his name on her tongue for the first time. Talking still seemed a little strange for her – and it was unsure whether she could make a full sentence or not. She’d only spoken in fragments, or single words, thus far. When he spoke to her, questioning her about horseback, she seemed to grimace for just a moment. It wasn’t that she hadn’t ridden horseback before – but it was rather exposed, and uncomfortable for her boney frame. Licking her lips, she looked down at herself and mentally built herself up. She could do this. She was free from the collector’s hold and she was heading to a new life. What was a little horseback riding?<br><br>“Yes,” she said, though it was wavering, as she blinked towards him owlishly. The feathers in her hair shifted a little and then she looked down at her hands. She flexed them slightly before she looked back at Devon and cocked her head to the side. “Hold… on to?” It was a simple question: she was wondering if she’d get to hold on to him while they rode. It would make her much more comfortable, and she was assuming that she was going to be riding the same horse as he was during this journey back to whatever land he’d come from. The idea of getting to leave the desert was a thrilling one, her feathers rippling with excitement and anticipation. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 00:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon watched for Tyta's reaction to his words, and the first thing he noticed about her made her frown. While he admitted that she looked good in her native dress... the way it hung loosely about her shows how much Vysus did not take care of her. For someone that he claimed to be something that he was reluctant to let go of, he certainly neglected her. Though he noticed that she seemed happier earlier when she exited Vysus's grand abode and was able to stretch.<br><br>She then looked at him when he introduced herself and gave a half smile towards him before saying his name. She then grimaced for a moment when he mentioned about riding a horse and seemed to consider it in her mind before she said yes, though she blinked at him after saying that. He watched as she looked at her hands and back at him before asking him a simple question. He smiled at her, and watched with some amusement at how her feathers rippled with excitement at the thought of her leaving this place. He nodded and said. "Of course, Tyta... you may hold on to me when we make the journey to my home."<br><br>He then led her to the stable where his horse was waiting and he led the stallion out, and he took a comfortable cotton towel and draped it over the saddle before he helped her up to be on the saddle before he got up himself. "Hold on now Tyta... we are now going home." He then started to urge his horse forward and the stallion whickered for a while before it started on a slow canter as they both rode in the direction of Devon's home. It took around three days to reach the palace where his home was, and Devon pointed out to her along the way the sights of the places that they passed by as they made good progress to their home.<br><br>Soon, they arrived at the royal palace where the both of them found King Olaf and Queen Anna waiting for them. Both of them looked curious about who this mysterious owl looking woman that was riding with their son was, and Anna smiled as both of them got off the horse and attendants led the horse away. "It is good to see you, my son... I hope you have a good trip. Now, your father and I are curious... who is this exotic young lady you brought back with you?"<br><br>Devon hugged his mother and said. "It was, mother.... and as for this young lady... her name is Tyta and she is part of Vysus's living collection." He then told his parents about her, and how Vysus has been treating her and both of them were surprised and shocked. Anne looked at Tyta with undisguised sadness. She then said softly. "You poor dear.... Devon, may I have the key to her shackles please?"<br><br>Devon nodded and handed her key, and then Anne unlocked the shackles on Tyta's feet and hugged the owl woman and said. "Worry not my dear... you are no longer a slave here. My son will take care of you... as will all of us. Welcome to your new home for now." She said with a smile and turned to Devon and said. "I will have a room set up for her next to yours. That way you can be close to her just in case she needs anything. Now son... bring her to the baths. You may bathe there together... I'll send some salve from the healers to get that nasty wound in her leg taken care of."<br><br>Devon nodded and said. "Yes mother... come now Tyta, let's go for a bath together. Then we can talk about what we want to do later after that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 00:55:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The horse gave the woman a bit of a fright. She eyed it wearily, as if it could trample her like she was the size of a normal bird, rather than a woman with wings and oddly placed feathers in her hair. Blinking those large eyes at the horse and then back towards Devon, she gave him a grateful, small smile when he agreed that she would be able to hold onto him for the ride. Climbing up with his help, she straddled the slightly padded saddle and gripped him the moment she was capable of doing so. Her wings were tightly pressed against her back as they began the journey back to his kingdom. Well, she supposed she was part of it now, too. It was so strange to have to consider a new land ‘home’. Granted, she’d never considered Vysus’ place her home. There, she had been a display piece, like a vase worth mountains of gold. In this new place, hopefully she would have a chance to just… be herself. She rather liked that idea.<br><br>The entire ride she had been lost in her thoughts. She rarely spoke, keeping herself tightly pressed against Devon during the duration of their journey. She managed to keep her wings in tightly, not wanting to let them get in the way, nor did she want to risk slowing them down and letting them catch wind behind her. That would only cause a multitude of problems, in the end. The last thing she really wanted was to fall of this horse – for purposes of saving herself from injury and embarrassment in front of Devon. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that he was her new Master – she supposed she would just have to call him Devon, as he told her before. It was strange, trying to switch her mentality, but it was a relief. It was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it?<br><br>As they approached the royal palace – or what she assumed was the royal palace – she spotted the figures of two adults standing there, waiting for them. She could only make the educated guess that they were the King and Queen, waiting for the return of their son. There was no way they’d been expecting him to return with… well, Tyta. She could feel their eyes on her as they both managed to dismount the horse, and she stood there looking rather uncomfortable. It was evident that she didn’t like to be watched, especially now that she wasn’t in a cage. Having that experience in her life was probably going to result in her taking a while to readjust to the outside world. She was chewing on her bottom lip again as the Queen spoke to Devon, causing Tyta to look at her curiously, feathers in her hair rustling about.<br><br>When the attention went to her, she blushed and looked down, swallowing a little bit. She wasn’t used to the sympathy that the Queen was giving her and it made her a little uncomfortable. The only one who had shown her sympathy before was Devon – so it had been a while for her to feel that emotion, too. She shifted on her feet and looked down at the shackles, frowning at them, and letting out a quiet sound as they were finally freed. Her ankle was rubbed raw and throbbing, bruised around her lean bones. She glanced up in surprise as the Queen hugged her, stiffening instantly, not sure how to really hug her back.<br><br>“Th-Thank you,” she managed to say finally, her voice as quiet as ever, before she looked down. Tyta was feeling rather exhausted. Shed’ had a long day, after all, and it was weighing heaving on her. Glancing towards the King and Queen, she bowed her head a little bit, before turning to Devon and nodding slowly. She really just wanted to get clean and rest. She felt rather battered after the events of the day. She’d woken up belonging to someone, after all! And now, she belonged to a prince who was allowing her more freedom than she’d had in years. It was beginning to give her a little bit of whiplash.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 01:06:28</strong>
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				Devon smiled as she thanked his mother for her kindness. Both the King and Queen soon left, and he took her hand gently in his and led her through the palace and to the the private baths that he normally used. He smiled at her and then said. "Tyta, I want you to remove your clothing and enter the water... the soap will be right there at the edge of the bath itself. You may wash yourself first, and you can help me wash my back and I will do the same for you."<br><br>He then said. "Please do not get the wrong impression that I am trying to do anything to you... I understand that the back is the hardest to wash after all. However, if you are uncomfortable at the thought of me doing so to you... I understand all right? I suppose mother would have prepared some clean clothes for both of us to wear, and have that salve prepared for your leg later delivered to your room."<br><br>He then started removing his clothing, and then slipped into the bath and sighed as the warm water soothed his aching muscles and washed the dirt and grime from the desert away. He then looked at her and waited for her to join him in the baths to get herself clean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 03:18:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta seemed infinitely calmer now that they were away from the royal couple. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked to Devon as he grasped her hand, leading her through the palace and towards the bathing chamber – at least, she was assuming that was where they were heading. She walked with a little bit of a limp, but her wings tended to keep her on balance. They ruffled a little bit and she shed a couple more feathers on their journey, but now her wings looked a little less rumpled. Most of the mismatched feathers were gone and the rest were smooth and soft looking. She was still keeping them close to her body, not letting them stretch out completely just yet. They were a sensitive part of her, after all, and she didn’t want to risk them getting hurt in any way.<br><br>Glancing at the baths, she blinked softly towards them, awed. It was a large bath, and she glanced towards the soap he indicated before looking back towards Devon. Tilting her head, she nodded before she began to strip out of her clothes, not seeming to have much shame at all. Her wings finally stretched out, showing why she didn’t mind stripping, because her wings soon covered her frame and the clothes showed up in a pool on the floor. She stepped out of them and into the water, letting out a soft hiss as the water touched her sensitive ankles. Glancing towards him, she nodded slowly, stepping further into the water and blushing a little bit. <br><br>“Okay… Devon.”<br><br>So he… didn’t want to do anything with her? Nothing sexual? It was an odd feeling, to want to relax, but now she felt like she could around him. She relaxed into the water and then nodded, showing that she understood him. She gave him a soft smile, and looked down at the water, moving her hands over the surface of it carefully. “Feels nice,” she murmured to the two of them, making sure not to look at him as he stripped down and then headed into the water. A heat curled into her cheeks and she glanced towards her wings, scooping water up over the apex of the one on her right. Her left one curled around her body to protect herself from his view, though the top of it was covering up to her collarbones. <br><br>She grabbed onto the soap and began to wash herself thoroughly, scrubbing with a vengeance. She was scrubbing as if she were thoroughly coated in grime; she felt like she was after all of the time those people had stared at her, made rude comments, touched her. She shuddered a bit and scrubbed harder, leaving reddened marks on her flesh as she did, lost in the actions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 07:29:27</strong>
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				Devon watched as Tyta undressed herself and headed into the water, and she did not seem to mind getting naked... which was quite understandable once she spread her wings and it covered her from his view. He felt a little concern for her when he heard her hiss, guessing that it was the wounds around her ankles that hurt her the most. Well, the mineral bath waters here might soothe those wounds a little and the salve his mother sent for her would do the rest it.<br><br>He noticed that she blushed a bit, though she looked at him awkwardly as though she did not expect him to not do anything with her. She soon relaxed and nodded, and then gave him a soft smile that made her look beautiful to him. She then blushed again, and then started bathing herself and her wing once again covered her from his view. He did not mind that... since he did not purchase her to tend to his sexual needs at all.<br><br>It was then that something made him feel alarmed, as he saw her scrub herself with a vengeance... so much so that it left red marks on her arm. He then waded over to her and took her arm and stopped her from hurting herself. He then took the soap away from her for a moment and said gently to her. "Tyta, what is wrong? Tell me please... I know you want to get clean, but you are hurting yourself this way... and I do not wish to see you hurt." His eyes and facial expression shone with concern for her, and there was a note of worry in the way he spoke for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 03:10:57</strong>
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				Tyta could tell that the water possessed mineral properties. The collector’s had, as well, and she could feel the slight tingling sensation as they worked over her flesh and the wounds she possessed. It was rather nice, and it felt good on her feathers, too. She scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin, cleaning it as thoroughly as she could, thinking of how the waters could help to heal her and cleanse her of the wrongdoings and the various stares and the words she’d endured. She’d been displayed, purely like an animal; now, she didn’t want to feel like an animal anymore. She just wanted to feel like herself – like Tyta.<br><br>When Devon rushed forward and took her arm in his hand, she jerked a little, eyes widening as she ducked from him. A tremor began to travel through her as she looked down, trying to focus on how he was speaking so gently, not holding her too tight, but tight enough to stop her actions. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. She didn’t believe that he was ever going to try to hurt her. He just wanted inside her head right now, to understand why she was rubbing her skin raw. She couldn’t look up at him, her eyes trained down as she spoke in a rather submissive, quiet way. Her sentences were still broken and there were plenty of pauses between her statements – she just either couldn’t help herself when she spoke, or she didn’t know how to speak properly. <br><br>“I-I… clean. Wanted… to be clean. So… so many… gazing. Felt dirty. D-Don’t wa-want to… feel it anymore.” Her shoulders slumped a little as her wings drooped on either side of her. Her arm was loose in his grasp. She couldn’t help herself; it was hard to explain why she wanted to scrub at herself to the point where it began to sting at the touch of the water. But it was a complete cleansing – physically and emotionally. It was hard for her to even understand, let alone try to explain to him with her limited way of conversing. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 03:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon was a little shocked when she tried to duck when he took her arm in his hand to get her to stop herself to hurt herself. He could feel a shudder run through her body, and for the first time he started to wonder what on earth happened to her during her time in captivity in Vysus's desert palace. All this time, her head was bowed low and avoiding his gaze... and when she spoke it was in a quiet submissive tone. She was trying to string her words together, but what he heard led him to the conclusion that she was either learning to speak properly or it was just a quirk of hers.<br><br>For the first time, a mild scowl appeared on his face as he realized what she must have gone through in Vysus's palace and then his expression softened and said gently to her with a smile. "Tyta... listen to me. You are not going to be subject to that anymore. What Vysus did was wrong... and I imagine that from what you told me... people gazing at you like some sort of animal is the least bit of discomfort that you experienced there. You will never endure those things here. You might get some curious gazes from the palace staff, yes... that is unavoidable. But know this... me, my father and mother will be your shield to the world. This I can promise you. May I help to wash you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 04:16:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta was frustrated with her own inability to communicate.<br><br>Truthfully, Tyta was a very intelligent creature. She knew how to speak English and knew how to speak properly. But it had been a long time since she’d trusted someone enough, or even herself enough, to have a full conversation. Before she’d been added to Vysus’s collection, she’d endured many years of hardship and abuse. And while Devon was thinking she had suffered with Vysus, in truth, he was shades better than where she’d been before that. Her wings fluttered and tightened around her frame before she lifted her gaze, looking at his gentle features as he began to smile and speak at her. He was trying to reassure her, but really, confusion was showing on her face more than anything else. It was so strange – someone cared about her. It wasn’t what she was used to, at least, not being cared about in the fashion that she was some valuable prize to be had. <br><br>“Not Vysus,” she managed to mutter, looking down, shifting a little bit. “Didn’t… know,” she said, frowning and then letting out a frustrated sound. “Didn’t know… how to… care for.” She looked at Devon, desperate for him to understand that her condition at the collector’s was because he didn’t know how to care for her. She was the last of her kind, apparently, and there wasn’t much on her traditions and the ways of her people. She’d been so terrified to speak or react to him and his slaves that he didn’t know how to properly care for her. She didn’t like it, but she hadn’t necessarily blamed him in that fashion.<br><br>Tilting her head, she licked her lips and then nodded tenderly. “Y-Yes… please.” She wanted the help. She needed it, apparently, because she couldn’t control herself and keep herself from trying to scrub her skin off. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 04:59:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon then noticed the look of frustration on Tyta's face, and then felt her wings flutter around and then she looked at him and then she had a look of confusion over what he was talking to her about. She then spoke, and the words she told him filled him with surprise. She did not blame Vysus for what happened to her, and from the way she spoke... it seems that Vysus was only at fault at not caring for her because he did not know how to. Well, he was not going to make the same mistake with her.<br><br>He then smiled softly at her and said. "I see... then I will have to rely on your knowledge on your people's ways that you know of and what you need to properly care for you alright? Now... let's begin washing you, shall we? And please do not react if I brush over some of your more intimate parts... I am simply washing you and that is all to it."<br><br>He then took the soap in his hand, and started lathering her body... keeping it professional as he gently washed her body, paying attention to clean her as best as he could and only making sure to wash her chest area with tenderness and professionalism. He did not want her to get the wrong idea that he was doing this to touch and explore her body after all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 23:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bird woman looked at Devon, surprise and relief on her features, before a real smile began to creep across her lips. He’d… understood her? He was smart. She licked her lips and then the smile faded a little as she nodded, looking a little nervous that he was going to start washing her. What if he changed his mind? What if he touched her and she freaked out? Tyta knew that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but he was going to be touching over her sensitive skin. He was going to be looking at her thin frame and for some reason, it made her uncomfortable. What if… what if he didn’t like how she looked?<br><br>That was a stupid thought. What did it matter, if he liked it or not? He wasn’t interested in her like that. And she wasn’t ready for that… not again.<br><br>Tyta kept her eyes away from him as he began to wash her, lathering her up with the pleasant-smelling soap. She shivered a few times and would occasionally let noises slip from her lips, but otherwise she remained rather still for him. Her wings tightly pressed against her back as she let him wash over her, shifting on her feet a few times. Her wings rippled a little and then she canted her head, her stomach rumbling beneath the water, causing her to gasp as she touched her abdomen and looked down at the surface of the water towards it. Color filled her cheeks and then she mumbled something, her stomach clenching almost painfully.<br><br>“Sorry… hungry.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 00:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon noticed a look of surprise and relief on Tyta's face when he said those words, and then he saw her slowly smiling at him. It seems that she was pleased that he understood what she was trying to say. He then noticed moments later, that her smile faded a little as he said that he was going to wash her. She was feeling nervous again and he understood... what girl wouldn't be when a male wanted to wash her body.<br><br>To be honest, despite her thin frame... she was quite an attractive female and he was beginning to look at her at a new light now that he was up close. She was someone that was exotic, intelligent and from what he had gleaned in Vysus's abode... she perked up when he mentioned books. That means she liked to read as well.&nbsp; But he kept professional as he started to wash her, not letting the noises she made affect him in any way as he did his job. He admired her body as he washed her, and then blinked for a moment when he heard a soft rumble... followed by her gasping and touching her abdomen and looked down at the surface of the water towards it.<br><br>He then saw her blush again, and then looked at her wondering what was wrong. When he heard what caused the rumble... he chuckled and said. "Hungry eh, we will get you something to eat later Tyta... after the bath. Let's see... what do your people eat? I am sure Vysus did not know what to feed you, since you said yourself that he did not know how to take care of you because of the lack of knowledge he has."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 00:41:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta was naturally thin, but in a way that was healthy, whenever she was actually healthy. Now, she was thinner than she should’ve been, but that was simply because Vysus hadn’t understood her metabolism. Tyta was a bird. She had a very high-paced metabolism, like a bird, and it helped her to heal and it helped her to digest her food very quickly. She wasn’t being fed enough while she was with the collector and she had been nervous and shy, not wanting to ask for more than she was given. It was part of the reason that her feathers were molting already – long before the season they should have been molting in. Shifting in the water, she sighed happily as it shifted around her, easing over her boney hips. Her ribs were slightly visible beneath her freckled, slightly tanned skin. Her breasts were perky on her chest, if a little smaller than usual because of her thin nature.<br><br>Her legs were long and lean, and there was muscle lining her arms. She was almost considered ‘willowy’, but after she would gain weight with proper feeding cycles and nutrition, she was certain that title would drift off of her like some of her feathers. The soft, white feathers in her hair ruffled and shifted as he worked on cleaning her, and then she smiled sheepishly as he mentioned that he would be feeding her after their bath. Blinking, she chewed on her bottom lip while her wings fluttered slightly behind her as she thought of food.<br><br>“Anything,” she muttered, giving him a quirked lip and eyebrow. She was a barn owl. So she ate meat, and she wasn’t a vegetarian like some of the birds that used to exist. A shiver rolled through her as she ran a hand up, brushing some of her hair from her features. She blinked slowly, the heat of the water and the scents beginning to make her drowsy. Her eyelids were heavy and slumped down a bit over her wide eyes as she tried to keep herself awake with thoughts of food. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 00:52:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon studied Tyta, and knew that she might not be this thin. This was probably caused by Vysus not knowing much about her kind, not that he was any better than the collector in that regard of course. In this case, she might not have been fed much by Vysis, though he noticed that she sighed happily as the mineral water shifted around her. He could see her ribs slightly visible beneath her skin, and he frowned a little at that.<br><br>Still, he admired her form as he found that she was beautiful in this state... and he knew she was even more so when properly cared for. He chuckled when she smiled at her sheepishly when he said they would eat after the baths, and he could see that she was pleased by the way she ruffled her wings and feathers. He then noticed that she ate anything, and then slowly began to relax and became drowsy because of the water and the scents. He chuckled and then said to her. "Don't you fall asleep on me now, Tyta... just a little more and then we can go eat together alright?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 16:51:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A grunt left the female as he told her not to fall asleep, that they were going to need to wash for just a little bit longer before they got to go and eat together. The first streak of stubbornness that he’d probably seen from her at all. She shifted a little on her feet, trying her best to wake herself up as much as she could, but she was still struggling quite a bit. Her fists reached up and she rubbed at her eyes a few times, before she let all of her feathers stiffen a bit and ruffle as she let out a wide yawn. The process seemed to wake her just a bit more and she looked up towards Devon, giving him a little half-smile as she turned around to let him wash her back. She recalled that was part of the reason that they were bathing together in the first place, so she spread her wings a little bit and gave him access to her shoulder blades and down her slim spine.<br><br>Along the flesh of her back, in random locations, there were silvery scars. Whip-marks from a previous life, almost blended in with her freckles and her tanned skin. They were broken up in areas, obviously, because of her wings. Those beautiful shields seemed to have taken the brunt of the blows, but didn’t sustain any physical damage. She let out a happy sigh when he finally began, her body relaxing a little bit as a soft hum of contentment settled low in her chest. She would adjust her wings as he requested her too, pulling them to the sides so he could reach the other parts of her back that were typically covered by the normal position of her wings when they were relaxed. <br><br>As they finished that, she would turn and look at him, taking the soap from him. “Yours?” She was asking if it was his turn, giving him a gentle smile, already working the soap gently in her fingers and lathering it up so she could begin washing the parts of him that he wouldn’t be able to reach. Of course, assuming those were the only parts of him that she’d be touching at this point. She was hoping for that, anyway, always a little braced as if he could change his mind about her status whenever he pleased.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 00:01:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon chuckled softly as he heard Tyta grunt, possibly her feeling annoyed at him slightly for not letting her sleep or something. He then watched her as she stirred herself awake, and then rubbed her eyes and then ruffled her feathers as she made a yawn... which made her look adorable. He smiled at her as she smiled at him, and then looked at him for a moment before she turned around to allow him to wash her back... spreading her wings a little to allow him more access to the places he could wash.<br><br>He then frowned at the things he saw, scars that were randomly scattered over in the flesh of her back. He did not know if these were acquired when she was in Vysus's care or before that... but anyone who did this to a beautiful person like Tyta deserved to be punished. He then started washing her back, pleased to hear her sigh in happiness and then saw her body relax. He was even amused that she hummed an unknown melody as she did so, and he only told her to adjust her wings so that she could was her entire back.<br><br>Once it was over, she took the soap from him and then smiled and nodded. "Yes, Tyta... time for you to wash me as well." She then turned his back towards her, knowing that his back, shoulders and butt would probably the few places that he cannot reach fully to clean himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 22:59:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Working on Devon with the soap and her hands was a simple process. She moved her fingers over the soap to lather it up more as she worked her hands over his back and the muscles there. She worked over his shoulders as well, trying not to think about how nice it felt to touch his soft skin and feel the way his muscles moved beneath her ministrations. She moved her fingers as though she was aware of the human form, knowing where to press and what to rub in order to turn the washing into a little bit of a massage, too. <br><br>She was used to pleasing others, after all. She did it without thinking, honestly, and she didn’t figure he would mind. She worked her hands over his shoulders down towards his back and down near his butt. When she reached the swell of the cheeks, a blush colored her features and her wings tightened close to her back as she got suddenly embarrassed. Blinking, she stepped back and then nudged her hand with the soap in it against his arm. “Here,” she murmured, looking away, unsure why she was so embarrassed considering how he’d seen her in her naked state. She just… well, she couldn’t explain it. Maybe because it seemed intimate this way? <br><br>“Clean.” She gave him a crooked little smile, tilting her head towards him as she stepped to the side. Her fingers were beginning to rinse out her wings, and she moved to her hair last. She sifted her soapy hands through her hair and the feathers that were scattered throughout. After she was finished lathering it up, she dipped her head back into the water, showing off her chest without realizing it, rinsing her hair out in the clean water and then peering at him once she stood up, pushing some of the strands out of her face and sending him a small smile. Then, she yawned, remembering just how tired she was after the day they had endured.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 01:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled as he felt her hands lathering up his back and muscles and he loved the way her fingers danced over his body. He could feel her massaging and lathering his shoulders and back and after a long day, it felt so nice to have somebody doing it to him. He enjoyed the moment, relaxing under her touches and then felt her pause for a moment and then felt a nudge against his arm.<br><br>He turned around to see her hand holding out the soap to him, looking away briefly with a blush on her face. She then said he was clean on his back and he chuckled softly and smiled at her before nodding, enjoying the way she smiled briefly at him and said. "Yes, Tyta... thank you for washing my back for me." He then started lathering up the soap in his hand before he started to wash his front, rubbing the soap gently against his skin. While he was doing that, he watched her as she washed her hair and her feathers and then got a glimpse of her chest. He then washed himself at the same time as she did and when he saw her peering at him, he gave a smile in return to her own.<br><br>He then chuckled softly when she yawned again. "I get it, Tyta... you are tired. Why don't we get dressed, have a quick meal and then you can rest for the day? Before you sleep... I'll apply the healing salve on your feet. Although I think the mineral bath has helped a little in the healing as well." He soon emerged from the water, and dried himself off with the towel and then put on his clothes. He then waited for her and asked. "Do you need help getting into the clothes that have been prepared for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 05:55:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A blush swiftly colored her cheeks as Devon spoke, referencing her yawn, causing her to look down. She hadn’t yawned on purpose, truthfully – her exhaustion was really just starting to catch up to her. She’d started her day getting up, getting prepared for the party and being shoved into a birdcage. She hadn’t been fed breakfast and she’d been stared at all day long, having people demand her to move her wings, to sing, to speak at all. Then, she’d sang in front of the entire party, left with Devon, and traveled all the way to his kingdom in one day. It was more than she was used to doing in probably an entire year, and more than she was used to experiencing emotionally. So to say she was exhausted was probably the biggest understatement she could’ve ever imagined.<br><br>She gave him a nod at his plan, showing she was listening, and she seemed pleased at the idea of him putting salve on her injured ankles. The shackles had been heavy and rather tight, the rubbing of them often rubbing her skin raw. They swapped ankles whenever one got too bad, but by the time the other got bad, the previous ankle was never fully healed. It ended up being a rather vicious cycle of just constant aching. Tyta blushed furiously as Devon removed himself from the bath and she caught a glimpse of his body, twisting away and feeling embarrassed. She clambered out after him, taking the towel without asking permission, seeming comfortable enough with Devon that she would know whether she needed to ask or not to do certain things.<br><br>She was drying herself off as he spoke about getting into the clothes, asking her if she’d need help. Chewing her lip, the towel wrapped around her, she gave him a nod. “Y-Yes… probably.” Her wings wriggled as if reminding them both of their existence. It was hard to put on clothes she wasn’t used to with her wings. They often got in the way, or the clothes weren’t designed right and she wouldn’t be able to wear them at all. It was rather embarrassing, and going naked had often seemed like the easier option. She was more embarrassed, though, to go naked. So she’d rather attempt the clothes than suggest going without any at all. It probably wouldn’t be appropriate, anyway.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 07:48:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon chuckled softly as she blushed again, and knew just how tired she was. Well, he was tired too... but in her case it might be even worse than it is for himself. He was pleased though that she seemed happy that he was going to put salve on her ankles, though he caught her blushing furiously and turning around when he got out of the baths and that made him smile. He then noticed her taking the towel and he shrugged. She was not his slave or property despite him trading her for some artifacts. She was a guest of his until it is time to set her free.<br><br>He then looked at her when she nodded and said that she needed help. He then looked at the clothing that his mother had provided for Tyta and studied it and her for a moment before he drew his dagger from its sheath and ripped into the clothing as he tried to make openings for Tyta's wings on the clothes. He then approached her and gently helped her put it on, telling her to either lift her arms or stretch her wings. Eventually, it was finished and he smiled at her. "Now you look nice, Tyta... even more than before. Let's go for dinner shall we?"<br><br>He then offered his hand to hers, waiting for her to take it so that he could escort her to go to dinner together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 15:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The winged beauty stood there with the towel wrapped around her, her damp hair still dripping just a little bit. The water seemed to wick rather easily off of her wings and they shuddered a little, spraying water behind her as they moved. Glancing at Devon, she licked her lips and then she watched as he took the clothing and studied it. Then, he took out a dagger – and she reacted a little strangely. Instantly, she took a step back, eyes widening as her features paled. Then, she realized rather quickly that he wasn’t going to be using it on her. She relaxed in an exhausted fashion and then she smiled as he helped her slip into the dress, and wriggle her wings into the holes he created.<br><br>The dress was comfortable. It was something she could easily sleep in, as well, because the material was very nice against her skin. She was thankful that there wasn’t any sort of corset or boning within the structure of the dress. That would have hurt against her ribs. Licking her lips, she worried the bottom one for a moment between her teeth. “Thank you,” she managed at his compliment, smiling softly as her feathers in her hair ruffled a little bit, pleased with his words. It was a reaction she couldn’t really control. But, that was okay. She wasn’t ashamed.<br><br>“Hungry.” She confirmed her agreement with leaving as she took his hand tentatively, smiling weakly and following him towards wherever they would be going for dinner. It was so strange to be doing something like this, so out of the norm for her. But she was enjoying it – wearing clothes, being with a nice man, and feeling… normal, despite her rarity. He didn’t treat her like a trophy, and she appreciate that more than she could say. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 15:36:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon knew she was a little scared earlier when he pulled the dagger to cut into the clothing as he altered it to her liking. Judging by the response, something must have happened to cause her to behave that way. But he also noticed that she smiled as he helped her into the dress, and with the way she reacted... it seems that she was comfortable with the dress his mother sent for her. He also noted with some amusement that her feathers seem to react with her mood, which made her not only look beautiful but adorable as well.<br><br>He then led her into the family's private dining chamber, where the king and queen had already been seated on the head of the table. Devon then withdrew a chair for her, and said to her. "Sit down please, Tyta..." He waited until she was seated before pushing the chair in and then sat beside her. The servants then brought in platters of food, a mix of meat and vegetables and after the three of them said their prayers.. Devon and his parents began eating. He though made an effort to pick up some meat dishes and put it on Tyta's plate. He then smiled. "Eat up... eat your fill Tyta. No one here is going to forbid you to eat, or restrict you on how much you eat." He said to her warmly.<br><br>Queen Anne studied the owl woman that her son had acquired, and she looked at her husband who had a soft smile on his face. This young woman,exotic as she is was their guest now and after hearing her story... it was quite humbling. Anne smiled warmly and said. "You do look better now, Tyta... the baths surely did wonders for your appearance. Did you like the clothes that you are wearing now? If not, I can send some that are tailor made for you if you wish."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 15:47:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta was a little surprised to see the King and Queen already seated, almost forgetting that they were in a castle and she was going to be in the presence of royalty quite often. She tended to forget that Devon was a prince, as well. He didn’t act like a typical prince – at least, the princes that she had met at the collector’s parties in the past. It was hard for her to remember that she was essentially out of place here. Her head ducked towards the royal couple respectively and she walked to the seat, obeying Devon and sitting down. She shifted carefully once she was pushed in towards the table, tucking her wings in gently and trying to ease the room for them. Once she was comfortable, she seemed to relax a little bit, but she was still obviously nervous to be around royalty.<br><br>Glancing at the food as it began to come out, her stomach positively roared. She put her hands on it and blushed furiously, immediately embarrassed. She was absolutely starving, but she had no idea where to begin with the options. And she didn’t know what they were doing when they were ducking their heads, saying something – what was that action? Was she wrong in not doing it? Tyta had no knowledge of prayer and she didn’t have a background in prayer, either. So the act was completely new to her, and rather confusing. She glanced at Devon for a moment, confused, before she watched them serving themselves and beginning to eat. She was torn between grabbing food to put on her plate, and sitting there, unsure of herself. “Thank… you,” she managed to say softly to him, smiling genuinely as&nbsp; she began to put various items on her plate.<br><br>She stacked her plate quite well, honestly, and began to eat after the others had already started. She was chewing on a dinner roll when the Queen spoke to her and she looked up, startled. Her feathers fluffed out a bit and her dark eyes focused on the Queen, before she ducked them and shifted a little in her seat. Swallowing her bite quickly, she spoke back as best as she could manage, still unable to get past her mental barriers to speak properly. “Y-Yes… thank you. Ah…” she frowned, eyebrows knitting a little bit. She pointed at her back, near the base of her wings, where the dress was cut to adjust for her appendages.<br><br>“Cut… wing space…” She swallowed a little and then tilted her head. “But… like! I like.” She was flustered, not wanting the royal couple to think that she was ungrateful. She flushed and silenced herself, taking another bite of her roll that was held in both hands, trying to hide her embarrassment by eating.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 16:19:19</strong>
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				Devon chuckled softly as he heard Tyta's stomach growl rather loudly, and even his parents smiled softly at the sound. All three of them found their guest to be rather adorable. Anne found the way their new guest reacted to her questions to be rather adorable. The way her feathers fluffed and then the brief gaze she received, and the way she spoke was adorable as well. She then noted that when Tyta pointed at her clothing, it was ripped and cut to adjust for the presence of the girl's wings.<br><br>She then smiled and nodded. "Of course, I will remember to have the seamstresses make your clothing according to your needs... thank you for telling me that Tyta." Her smile was warm and motherly, and then she said. "If there is anything you like, please feel free to tell me or Devon, or even my husband alright? You are our guest here, and we only want to make you comfortable during your stay here."<br><br>Devon nodded and smiled as he saw quite a lot of food on her plate. "That's right Tyta... you need not worry about going hungry or being hurt here. You are our guest here... just relax and enjoy the comforts I and my parents can provide you with." He said to her gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 15:30:03</strong>
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				Something that became very apparent about Tyta as soon as they started really eating was that she had no concept of silverware. She used her hands to eat, wiping them off on her napkin to keep them clean between different types of food. She drank water very quickly, and she even ate pretty quickly, like the food might be taken from her. It was a habit from years of practically starving, even before she was handed over to the collector. Swallowing a rather large bite, her wings fluttered a little as the Queen continued to speak to her about adjusting the clothing according to her needs. She blushed gently and smiled shyly, in thanks, towards the royal. She wasn’t used to talking, let alone feeling so… comfortable around strangers. Normally, she was defensive and brash, disobedient even. Devon had seen that first hand.<br><br>But right now? Tyta looked a little flustered&nbsp; and just… happy to have access to food and clothing. Her feathers mingling with her hair fluttered and shifted a bit, before she canted her head and looked down at her plate. She began to eat again, though was a little startled as Devon addressed her meal. A blush spread down her features like wildfire and she nodded sheepishly, before she went back into her food. She ate every single thing on her plate and she was stuffed, absolutely. She leaned back in her seat and slumped a little, letting out a wide yawn as her wings drooped slightly with her tired state.<br><br>She cleaned her hands once more and placed her napkin on the table, politely. Then, she sat there and desperately tried to keep her eyes open, though it was a valiant effort. She was positively exhausted. Her eyelids flickered from being half-open to being closed, and she would shift a little to try and keep herself up and awake. It was definitely a task, though. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-01-2016, 16:18:51</strong>
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				The three people watched Tyta as she ate and they came to a horrifying conclusion. Whatever Tyta has gone through was quite horrible, as she looks like that she had been starved or deprived of food and water for so long. Whether it was in Vysus's place or before that, she had suffered quite a bit and the three of them vowed never to let that happen to her under their watch when she was a guest here. Anna smiled as the owl woman smiled back at her shyly, the light blush on her face making her absolutely adorable.<br><br>Devon chuckled at her reaction, though he ate with moderate pace and then smiled once again when he saw Tyta yawn again and her wings drooping due to her exhaustion. "Mother, father... I think the both of us need to excuse ourselves. I think I will bring Tyta to her room and then I will turn in for the night as well after a long journey."<br><br>The king and queen nodded and dismissed them with a smile and Devon turned to Tyta and said. "Come on, Tyta... follow me. Let me take you to your room." He then took her hand gently in his and led her through the palace until they reached the royal wing. He then guided her to a guest room adjacent to his, which was connected by a door in between. He then turned to her and said. "This room is yours, Tyta... and the one next to yours is mine. If you need anything from me.... just go through the door in between our rooms and find me."<br><br>He then paused for a moment before saying. "Or do you want me to be by your side when you sleep tonight? Just sleep... nothing else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 16:51:25</strong>
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				It was probably for the best that Tyta had been too tired to notice the pitying looks and the sympathy on the faces of the royals she was dining with. She didn’t really like to be viewed as such, since like most birds, she was a prideful creature. She swallowed heavily and yawed once more as Devon politely dismissed himself and Tyta from the dinner table so they could go and get some rest. It had been a very, very long day for the both of them, after all. She managed to look up and sheepishly smile to them, too tired to even muster up a proper thank you before she was heading off with Devon. She let him lead her through the hallways, knowing she’d get lost if she ever attempted this on her own, and she yawned at least five more times between the dining hall and the royal wing.<br><br>She was rubbing her eye with her opposite fist as he stopped them, guiding her into the guest room. She looked around with wide eyes, surprise on her features. This room was the nicest place she’d stayed in… well, it had been a long, long time. Her wings fluttered with excitement that was barely contained, but didn’t really show on her exhausted features. She looked towards the door that split their room and smiled softly, before looking back at him and blinking gently. She looked a little uncomfortable at first, before she managed to shake her head. She didn’t think sleeping together would be very necessary. Besides – it was difficult to share a bed with someone when you had such a large wingspan. A wingspan that she was desperate to stretch to the full capacity.<br><br>She moved to the bed and crawled up in it, yawning heavily. Then, she sat up, looking at him with wide, startled eyes. “Light,” she managed, before scrunching her face and looking down. “Leave…. Small light?” She pointed to a candle, before looking back at him. Her fear of the dark hadn’t changed – despite how she was a bird and it was almost unnatural for her to be afraid of the dark. She swallowed and gave him a weak smile, but there was already a tremble settling into her hands at the idea of having to sleep in complete darkness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>15-01-2016, 01:04:06</strong>
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				Devon chuckled softly as he recalled her embarrassed smile when he excused the both of them from dinner to go with her to their rooms. He knew she was quite tired and he did not blame her for feeling that way. When they reached their room and entered, he smiled as he saw her look around with amazement. Being the guest room that was adjacent to his... it was practically opulent and comfortable. While not as luxurious as his parents or his brothers, it was still the guest room for one of the royal family and it was quite well decorated and comfortable.<br><br>He could tell she was happy about it with the way her wings fluttered, and then she smiled at him when looking at the door that connected their rooms. She then blinked at him, and after a while she shook her head and he nodded in return with understanding. She wasn't comfortable with him yet... but also he took a look at her wings. He did not know how wide her wing span was and it was possible that if she stretched it he would not have room on the bed anyway.<br><br>She then requested a light to be left on, and he chuckled and nodded and took a small lighter and lit the candle and put it somewhere that wasn't close to anything that can be burnt. He then looked at her as she laid on the bed and said. "Good night, Tyta... remember if you need anything from me... just go through the door between our rooms alright?&nbsp; Sweet dreams." He then moved over to her, and gently kissed her cheek before going through the door between their rooms... not bothering to lock it just in case she needed his help for anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 01:45:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tyta hardly managed to stay awake through what he was saying. She was curled into the pillows and tucking herself beneath the sheets by the time she’d requested the small candle. She was pleased to see he’d set it far away, fire being a slight trigger for her because of how flammable her wings were. By the time he was near the end of what he was saying, approaching her and standing at the edge of the bed, she was asleep. Her chest rose and fell softly, her head resting into the soft pillows. Her wings were rather limp on either side of her, still not stretched out though the rest of her body was spread out like a star. <br><br>Surprisingly, Tyta slept through the night and well into the next morning, probably past what would be considered breakfast time. By the time she was waking to the sun splashed across her back, she shifted and realized she was on her stomach. Her arms clutched at the pillows beneath her face and she smiled into them, yawning widely, wriggling her toes a little bit. Closing her eyes again, she ruffled her feathers and then spread her wings out a little before letting them flap a bit on either side of her. Grunting, she shifted from the bed finally and stood up, needing to soothe the ache between her shoulder blades. She walked to the window and peered out curiously, her arms stretching above her head while her wings flared out to their full potential.<br><br>They were a little over fourteen feet across. They shuddered and flapped a few more times, the last remaining loose feathers dropping to the ground as she let them preen themselves. Looking out the window, she grinned, happy to see the sky and feel the sun. The bird woman shifted on her feet and rubbed at her eyes, waking herself up a little more before she began to hum. Approaching the connecting door between their rooms, she knocked softly before opening the door carefully, speaking as she poked her head around it. She had no idea what time it was, no idea that she had potentially missed breakfast by sleeping in. “Devon? Awake?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 02:01:40</strong>
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				Devon had a restful night, considering what he had witnessed during his travel to Vysus's palace and back with Tyta. She was a wonderful woman, and he saw her as such... while a normal person or collector would merely see her as a precious specimen to be studied. He still remembered the look on her face as she fell asleep last night and was amused that she was already fast asleep before he set the candle to give her a little light. It must have been the exhaustion, he thought and then he stretched and went to breakfast.<br><br>Anna then asked. "Where is Tyta, Devon? Is she alright?" She said to him as he sat down for breakfast and he nodded. "She is alright, mother... I think she was rather exhausted last night after the things we went through."<br><br>King Olaf nodded and then said. "Not a surprise... the poor dear went through a lot, and I think she might sleep through this meal. Devon, could you bring her breakfast? I think she would be quite hungry when she awakes."<br><br>He nodded and when he finished eating, he prepared a tray with bacon and eggs, and some sausages and potato wedges and then excused himself to go to his room... just in time to hear Tyta knock on the connecting door and&nbsp; ask if he was awake while looking for him. He smiled and said. "Yes, Tyta... I am awake. He then set the food tray on the dresser beside him and he opened the door and smiled at her. "Good morning Tyta... I brought you breakfast."<br><br>"Go ahead, eat. You must be hungry." He smiled at her warmly as he did so, showing her the food that he had brought for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 03:09:16</strong>
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				Tyta found herself a little worried. Where was Devon? Her head snapped a bit as she zoned in on his presence in the room, not noticing him at first. She smiled brightly and moved into the room, shuffling a little and adjusting her dress. It had gone a little sideways while she’d been sleeping, and her hair was rather ruffled. It wasn’t a bad look, though – she looked rested and well. There were still some dark circles settled beneath her eyes, but they were much smaller than they had been the day before. Blinking towards him with her wide, dark eyes, she sniffed the air and her stomach rumbled loudly. <br><br>She stepped into his room and glanced around, floored by how it looked. This was what it was like, to be royal? She looked around, amazed, as if she hadn’t seen things of this quality before. The collector had many fancy things, of course, but her life before that was quite the mystery. She looked forward and smiled towards Devon and the food he was indicating. She moved forward swiftly, her feathers ruffling happily and fluffing up. Taking a seat, she shifted the tray a little and moved it to her lap, before she began to eat the meal with her fingers again.<br><br>She was eating quickly, not even realizing she was doing so. The heat of the food didn’t seem to bother her at all, and she also religiously cleaned her fingers between the types of food she was eating. She never mixed the flavors on her fingertips. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy the bacon and the eggs, finishing those first before working on the potatoes and finally the sausage. She seemed a little impartial to them, not enjoying the texture too much. But she ate them anyway, not wanting to seem ungrateful… and they weren’t too bad. They certainly smelled really good. She just had a sensitive palate. <br><br>“Thanks,” she commented to him happily, licking her lips, the meal almost gone. She finished the last couple of potatoes and then sat back, feeling full and satisfied, without feeling too overwhelmed with the sensation. She yawned and stretched her wings back a little before looking at Devon and giving him a soft, tentative smile. “Uh… plans? Today?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 03:41:11</strong>
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				Devon chuckled as he noticed her worried expression when she was looking for him, and then her bright smile when she spotted him and moved into his room. She looks a little disheveled, but that was not a big problem as he noticed that she looked rested and the dark circles around her eyes seemed less than before. She then blinked at him and he smiled as he heard her stomach rumble in agreement to his statement.<br><br>She then looked around at his room, and it seems that she was amazed at what she saw and she stayed that way until she smiled at him again and made a beeline towards the food he had brought for her. She then sat in front of the dresser and began to eat, and he watched in fascination and ate with her hands again. In normal society, in human society that is... this kind of behaviour would be frowned upon but he did not care. Tyta wasn't human to begin with, so proper human decorum and table manners could not be applied to her anyway.<br><br>He watched with curious eyes, enjoying the way she ate the foods he provided for her and mentally noted to get her more eggs and bacon the next time while cutting down on the sausages and the potatoes which she did not seem to enjoy. When she was finished, he was amazed by her wing span and then when she asked him what plans of the day that he has... he smiled. "That depends... right now, all I care is what you want to do Tyta. In Vysus;s care, it seems that you have to do what others tell you. Right now, you are a guest of mine and my family. So, what do you want to do for the day?" He said to her with a grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>16-01-2016, 17:36:50</strong>
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				Tyta looked a little confused, canting her head a bit and frowning as she tried to think of something that they would be able to do. If she had her choice, she would have asked him if she could go and fly. But she knew that it was going to take a while for her wings to go back to normal. Vysus had kept her wings clipped so she couldn’t fly, or she would’ve escaped a long time ago. Maybe it was for the best, she’d wondered, because who knows where she would’ve ended up. Her owlish eyes looked at him and she blinked them slowly, looking a little flustered and still confused. <br><br>“Dunno,” she said, looking a little desperate. She didn’t know what to do because she didn’t really know what she liked to do. Her feathers in her hair ruffled a little bit and then she ran a hand through the choppy strands. Her hair was silky and the feathers were soft like down. Her wings ruffled behind her after a moment and then she perked up and looked back at him, finally having some kind of an idea. She was proud that she’d managed to think of something, at least. And it was practical and appropriate.<br><br>“Explore? Learn… castle?” <br><br>She had no idea what the castle was like, after all. She didn’t really remember seeing much since the meal and bathing, and then ending up sleeping. She had been really exhausted and overwhelmed the day before. Now, she wanted to see the kingdom she was going to be residing in for who knows how long. She didn’t know, but she’d already decided that it wasn’t too bad. It was the best she’d had so far, after all. There wasn’t anything she could complain about. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>17-01-2016, 00:22:48</strong>
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				She looks so adorable when she tilted her head with a confused expression on her face, and that was what he saw... her eyes fixed on to his and blinking slowly. She then said that she did not know, and then her feathers in her hair ruffled and she ran a hand to tame the wild strands. He then watched as her wings ruffled... and then he saw her perk up, and he guessed that she had some kind of idea on what to do.<br><br>He then chuckled softly after hearing her request and nodded. "You want to explore and learn about the castle, hmm?" He said with a smile. "Very well, I think we both can use a walk... let's go now, shall we?" He then said to her. "But first... let me get those ankles of yours healed. Sit on my bed... and put one leg on mine first." He waited for her to do so, before opening the small jar containing the salve. "This might sting a little... but please bear with it alright?"<br><br>He then gently applied the salve made up of healing herbs and the mineral rich water from the springs that fueled their baths around the injury left behind by the shackles that used to keep her from flying away in Vysus's palace or even before that... slowly and gently doing it to make sure she is comfortable being healed by him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 03:21:08</strong>
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				“Yes.”<br><br>She answered his question as though it was rather obvious that she wanted to go and explore, her chin tilting up a little in a slightly defiant gesture. Yes, she got shy, but Tyta was evidently lacking in the submissive category and could have even been considered combative back when she was part of Vysus’s collection. A soft smile formed on her lips though as he mentioned that they could go for the walk and she got a little less defensive, realizing that he was going to honor her wishes. <br><br>She had been afraid, in that moment, that he was just going to disregard her request for what they could do that day. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone asked her what she wanted to do and then completely ignored it. When he paused, though,&nbsp; and mentioned her ankles, he caused her gaze to look down and her hands to tug up the bottom of her dress slightly. Looking at her skinny ankles, she nodded slowly and then sat down, shifting one leg up at a time for him to rub the salve on her.<br><br>She barely flinched as he rubbed her ankles gently with the salve. She blinked slowly, not seeming to mind that it was stinging her a little bit. Her wings flared a little behind her and trembled, before she canted her head and looked back at him with a weak smile. “Feel… better,” she murmured, seeming relieved and thankful that he was helping her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 05:50:45</strong>
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				Devon smiled as he gently applied the salve on Tyta's ankles, though he was a little interested by the way she tilted her chin in a proud gesture. He knew from then, that she was not always shy and in a way he was glad she was like that. He also noticed that she relaxed and smiled at him when he said that they will go for a walk after he healed her ankles.<br><br>As he applied the salve to her ankles, he noticed her flaring her wings for a little moment before she smiled at him again, sending a gentle word of thanks to him and he nodded to her. "You are welcome, Tyta." Once he had finished, he smiled at her and said. "There, that is done. Now, you ready to go for that tour now Tyta?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 17:43:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tyta wriggled her toes a little bit as he treated her ankles, which would probably have scars that permanently marred her skin. Her wings fluffed a little bit and she looked towards Devon, studying him with those dark irises as he worked on her ankles and tried to treat them as best as he could without hurting her in any way. She was thankful that he’d decided to take a chance and rescue her, rescue her and bring her here to his home. He hadn’t tried anything sexual with her, hadn’t pawned her off. She kept thinking that eventually, this was going to end. He was going to get bored with her or disappointed in his purchase and send her back – or sell her to someone else. She swallowed a bit and tried to steer from those thoughts. It was natural, after her life, to feel that way, after all. <br><br>She shifted and managed to stand when he said he was finished. She nodded to him and adjusted her dress a bit around her body, her wings settling in behind her back. Canting her head, she brushed her fingers through some of her hair and those feathers there. She gave him another nod and smiled softly, prepared to go and let him show her around. She was shifting on her feet, her ankles tingling softly as the salve settled in and then she pointed to the window, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “Outside?” The idea of getting to tour the grounds too was very, very pleasing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 00:35:54</strong>
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				Decon smiled as he saw her wiggle her toes when he was treating her, and he loved to see her wings fluff out which was a natural response for her... that makes her adorable. He knew she was studying him when he was treating her, and wondered what she was thinking when she does that. Eventually, when he was finished.. she stood up and then adjusted her dress around her body and the wings settled behind her back as she did so. He smiled as she brushed her fingers through her hair, and then chuckled as she pointed outside the window towards the direction of the palace garden and the grounds inside the castle walls.<br><br>He nodded and said. "Sure, why not? I am sure you are cooped up too much indoors anyway in your previous places." He then took her hand in his, and walked with her outside the palace into the palace gardens, which was wide and open with plants and shrubs and some trees. The air was fresh and breezy, and the sun was shining brightly and flowers of many kinds bloomed in the garden. He then gently strolled through the garden with her, hoping that she would&nbsp; like the gardens as much as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 17:50:49</strong>
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				The look she gave him was one of complete and utter happiness and relief. The idea of getting to go outside again, of getting to wander around freely was absolutely astounding to the woman who had been viewed as an object most of her life. She’d felt isolated and alone and now she felt like there could be something more to this life than what she’d believed. She followed him out on her bare feet, not minding that she wasn’t wearing shoes. She seemed to actually prefer it that way. She kept herself close to him and her hand in his, squeezing it as he led her outside. <br><br>&nbsp;She gasped a bit as they moved through the gardens, her eyes constantly shifting around. She stopped him sometimes to smell certain flowers, to touch over some of the gentle petals. Then, as they reached a good spot in the sun, she released his hand suddenly and she looked around the clearing. Looking at him with a lopsided smile, her eyes lighting up for the first time. Then, she unraveled her wings from her back for him, letting them spread to their complete length as she shook them out a bit and let the breeze rush through the feathers. “Yes,” she murmured happily, batting them a little bit before looking at him, giving him a shy little smile. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 23:59:55</strong>
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				He was glad that he had suggested this back then as he could see that she was happy with it. It certainly showed when she looked so happy and relieved when he suggested it and the only thing he noted that she preferred not to wear any shoes while walking and she kept herself close to him as they walked. He smiled as he could see her enjoy the sights as they walk through the gardens and when they reached a&nbsp; sunny spot in the gardens... she surprised him by letting go of his hand.<br><br>She then gave him a lopsided smile and he could see her eyes shining brightly at the same time and he looked on with wonder as her wings unfurled completely... and he was treated with the sight of her wings spread to their complete length... the breeze ruffling through her feathers and she flapped them a little bit before smiling at him. "Tyta... you... you are so beautiful like this... like an angelic being. That is what you look like to me right now." He said to her, his expression was one of awe and admiration of her beauty and grace that she presented before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 23:37:53</strong>
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				Tyta hadn’t been expecting his compliments, and it became immediately obvious.<br><br>Her cheeks heated up and she ducked her head, her wings fluttering a little bit as though they were their own, conscious beings and they were pleased with what he had said. She shifted on her feet and squinted towards him, confused as to whether he was serious or joking with her. She had been called many things while in captivity, but nothing that seemed too genuine and worthwhile. He was being honest with her, and that was another thing she found odd. She blinked at him and her eyes widened as she realized that he was sincere in what he was saying to her. He was admiring her; it was written all over his face. <br><br>The blush roared back and she licked her lips, looking down. Her hands brushed against her dress nervously. “Really…?” She seemed extremely unsure about it. She was too thin, she couldn’t fly. She was a poor and pitiful excuse for a winged creature. Especially if she was the last of her kind. She didn’t see anything positive about herself. In fact, other than her ability to fly and her pride in her wings, she felt like being what she was felt more like a curse. People wanted her, desired her, and she didn’t quite understand why. But she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it when people looked at her in the opposite way that Devon was looking at her right now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 00:08:45</strong>
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				Devon let out a soft smile on his face when Tyta blushed at his comments, and immediately ducked her head in embarrassment it seems. He then noted that her wings fluttered on their own and he wondered why, and when he focused his attention on her again... she shifted on her feet and squinted her eyes towards him and looked at him with confusion... trying to determine whether or not he was sincere in his comments. She then blinked and her eyes suddenly widened as she finally realized that he was being serious about his admiration of her and she blushed yet again and ducked her head once more.<br><br>She asked if he really meant it and she brushed her fingers against her dress and he could tell by her gestures that she was feeling unsure and insecure about herself. He smiled and he gently approached her and gently slipped his arms around her and held her close. He said softly into her ear. "Listen to me Tyta... you need not worry what others look at you, or think about you. Their opinions do not matter... what matters is that I see you as beautiful. You might be a little thin right now, but is never your fault.... that can be remedied with regular meals and a lot of rest. Once we have you healed and back to your full potential... if you wish to fly and maybe return home to wherever it is, I will let you go free... you have my word." <br><br>He meant what he said, though inwardly he was a little sad at letting her go. She was someone that he truly liked, though he told himself that he could not be selfish... that would make him no better than Vysus or other people who kept her from her home... wherever it was against her will.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 01:33:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta braced herself as he stepped close, but she didn’t completely tense-up. She knew that he didn’t want to hurt her or he would’ve done it already. She had known those kinds of people before and Devon wasn’t one of them. But she was still unsure of what he was going to do whenever he approached her, and being held wasn’t something she was used to. When he wrapped an arm around her, she looked up, a bit confused as her brows knit together. Then, she relaxed and slowly – but surely – leaned against him and let him comfort her. Her wings fluttered a bit behind her as he began to reassure her, and a slow smile began to grow onto her lips.<br><br>Stunned. That was her next expression. She was absolutely stunned by his words. Free? He would set her free? “Free?” The word slipped out in a hope-filled whisper, her eyes wide and vulnerable. Her hands suddenly reached up and gripped at his shirt, her wings stiff with anticipation behind her. “Really?... Truth?” She would have been content enough to just stay with them, doing whatever they asked of her, if they promised she would have the free reign to fly. In fact, she would’ve been grateful enough if they’d not clipped her wings to even come back to them after she was done flying. She never would fly away, not like she’d prayed to do with Vysus. <br><br>Now… he was saying he’d give her freedom <em>willingly</em> and it almost brought tears to her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him with a strength that wasn’t immediately obvious. She squeezed and buried her face into his chest, making a soft, bird-like sound as the feathers in her hair ruffled happily. Rarely did she make those bird-like sounds, but when extreme emotions came into play, it seemed as though they came out more. And this one sounded like pure joy – musical and simple.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 04:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her apprehension was quite natural, and he understood why. For so long, she might have suffered because of people came into contact her like this. She certainly looked at him with some confusion as he hugged her,though&nbsp; she soon relaxed and rested against him and then had a soft smile on her face... up till the point where he told her that he would set her free... in which she had a stunned expression on her face.<br><br>He then heard her hopeful sounding voice,and she gripped his shirt tightly before hugging him tightly with a strength that he never thought she had. He felt her bury her face against his chest while making a soft hooting sound that sounded happy for some reason and it was echoed with the way her feathers ruffled.<br><br>He smiled at her and he gently stroked her hair and said. "Yes Tyta... I am speaking the truth. It is wrong to keep you here... even though I am quite fond of you and it is sad to imagine that fateful day." His tone was a mixture of happiness and sadness. "If i kept you here because of my own whim... it would make me no better than your previous owners and I personally think that you belong out there... free to fly wherever you want to and when you want. That is what I personally think and feel anyway."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 21:58:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta felt her heart swelling.<br><br>It was amazing, to her, that someone like Devon existed in the world. She had spent her entire life imagining that no one would ever care for her properly. She believed that she was going to die an object, a possession owned by someone else. She thought that she was going to never earn her freedom back because of something she couldn’t control – because of what she was. And then Devon came along and completely turned her world around. He gave her a hope that burned inside her so brightly that it was almost frightening for her to try and face. But she would face it every day if it meant that she could have what she’d been dreaming about for years.<br><br>Her wings fluttered happily as she looked up towards him, her arms still wrapped around his chest. She caught his sadness, a crinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she cocked her head a little curiously. Why would he be sad? He would be sad… if she left? She shifted a little on her feet and then she chewed her bottom lip, trying to think of the words she could use in order to make some sense to him. She knew that she was hard to understand sometimes, but she really wanted to try and learn to speak properly. Licking her lips in preparation, she tried to speak to him, to soothe his sadness.<br><br>“I… stay… long? Need… feathers.” She pointed at her clipped wings, knowing it would take a while for them to grow back in. “Grow.” She looked at him and got a bit frustrated with herself, frowning a bit. “Need… to wait.”&nbsp; Satisfied with that, she nodded, looking at him and giving him a reassuring smile. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 23:23:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was happy, and he could tell by how her wings fluttered. It was an amazing thing really, of how he was able to slowly tell how she was feeling by observing her reactions after he spoke to her. He then noticed her studying him a little, chewing her bottom lip again and he knew that she was trying to say something to him.<br><br>When she did and she pointed at her clipped wings, in her own way... he smiled. She was trying to reassure him that she will be here for a while... at least until hr wing feathers grew back. It was sweet of her to try to ease his sadness and he appreciated that.<br><br>He nodded and smiled. "I suppose you do Tyta... then I think we can use this time for me to teach you to speak better... to read better as well. Would you like&nbsp; thT?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 01:26:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tyta got extremely frustrated with her speech impediment. It was something that she had developed over the years of suppression and abuse. She had been taught so long that she shouldn’t be speaking that her sentences came out broken. It didn’t help that she also seemed limited in her knowledge of the common language, as was evident by her singing. She had sang in a language that was long lost to the archives – the language of her people. She certainly hoped that she wasn’t the last of her kind, that maybe she could converse with someone like that someday, but she wasn’t sure if that was a possibility. She only hoped that maybe she could find another bird-person in her lifetime. <br><br>Her wings fluttered a bit as she gazed up towards Devon, smiling gently. The feathers in her hair flittered a little and ruffled as he mentioned that he’d teach her to speak and read better. She gave him an eager grin and nodded firmly, hugging him tightly to her. It was the only way she really knew how to convey her thanks without the words. And she felt as though it meant a little more by doing it this way. She shifted back from the hug after a moment and she licked her lips before her stomach softly rumbled. She blushed a little and then touched her hands to her stomach, looking down at it with a bit of surprise.<br><br>She wasn’t used to being so hungry. But now that she had access to food, she found that her normal metabolism was beginning to return. “Snack?” She knew that word. She smiled happily towards him, her wings stretching a bit before relaxing against her spine and tucking back against the material of her dress. Looking down at it and touching it a bit, she realized she’d need another dress or two. She was still wearing the same dress she’d been given the night before. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 02:12:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled softly as Tyta looked up at him smiling. It was obvious that she was happy to have the opportunity to learn to read and speak properly before she grinned and nodded... and proceeded to hug him tightly for a moment before letting him go and then blushed as her tummy rumbled again.<br><br>He chuckled softly as she looked to him with a smile and asked if she could have a snack and he nodded. "Alright Tyta... let's get those snacks right now. After that we have to go see the palace seamstress and get you a few outfits done for your duration of stay here." He then led her through the palace to their tea room where plates of small meaty and non-meaty snacks were displayed in small plates.<br><br>"Go ahead Tyta... eat up. I will wait for you." He said to her with a grin on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>11-02-2016, 23:30:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta looked pleased that they were going to get snacks. It was so strange; she wasn’t used to getting things that she asked for. Yet, Devon was always eager to give her whatever she asked for. She licked her lips and then ruffled her wings, eyes widening as he mentioned that they’d have to head to the seamstress to get some clothes made for her. She nodded happily, giving him a smile as she followed him through the expansive castle and then into a smaller parlor of sorts. She glanced at the small display of various food items and then she looked towards Devon, waiting for permission to eat.<br><br>It was engrained. She had to wait for permission to do basic things for most of her life. Yet, here she was, waiting for Devon to let her know it was okay for her to eat, and she was doing it subconsciously. She stepped forward and then took one of the small plates that was empty, before she took samples of various items and placed them onto her plate. She did pick up some and sniff them, grimacing before she would settle the piece back onto the display plate. Not the best move, of course, but she didn’t really know the difference.<br><br>Holding her plate, she began to nibble and smiled towards him. The feathers in her hair ruffled as she munched on her snacks. As she ate, she wandered the room a little, taking it in. She walked to the windows to see the view, and she looked over the decorations with thoughtful curiosity on her features. All of this was so new, after all, that she felt like she needed to observe everything that she could. She looked towards Devon when she was finished eating and set her plate down on the table. She brushed her hands on her dress – another habit that might not have been considered ‘proper’ – and then headed back to Devon.<br><br>“Clothes?” She smiled at him, tilting her head a little to see if it was time to head that way, or if there was something else they needed to do in the meantime.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-02-2016, 00:33:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled as he recalled how pleased Tyta was when he said that they were getting snacks for her. More than likely, she wasn't used to being provided with anything she had asked for&nbsp; and she seemed pleased when he mentioned that she will get new clothes.<br><br>As they reached the parlor, he noticed her looking at him... as if she was waiting for his permission to do and he merely nodded with a smile. He watched as she took a plate and started studying the snacks and he was amused at how she seem to sniff each one before taking the ones she deemed acceptable.<br><br>He smiled back at her when she did so, and he watched as she nibbled at her food&nbsp; as she started to explore the room that they were currently in... taking in the details of it until she was done eating and she put the plate down and brushed her hands on her dress before smiling again at him and asked for clothes.<br><br>He chuckled softly and nodded. "Follow me Tyta." He took her hand and led her to where the royal seamstresses were. An older seamstress smiled at their arrival and said. "Greetings my prince.... is the lady with you the one we have been told to expect&nbsp; by your mother?"<br><br>Devon nodded and said. "She is Clarissa..." He then turned to Tyta and said. "Tyta... this is my mother's personal seamstress... would you allow her to take measurements of your body so that she could make some clothes for you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 01:27:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tyta didn’t really know what it was going to be like, getting herself measured for clothes. Honestly, she hadn’t been given much clothes in her life. Even before belonging to the Collector, she’d been captive by someone else. And before that, the memories were blurry because she’d been younger in those days and she was honestly quite old. She walked alongside him through the halls, observing as they walked, learning the area she was living in. Her wings were slightly tense, tugged towards her body, but overall she appeared more relaxed. Being in the presence of Devon helped her, as well, because she trusted him. She’d trusted him from the moment he’d caught her attention from inside that awful cage she’d been kept inside during those parties.<br><br>The feathers ruffled in her hair as they stepped into the room that contained the seamstresses. It smelled homey and she found that she liked it. She looked towards the seamstress that spoke to them, blushing a bit and stepping slightly behind Devon, like she was shy. Normally, she was headstrong and sure, but the elder seamstress seemed to pull out a similar reaction in her just like the Queen did. As the woman spoke, Tyta glanced up at Devon, unsure of what to answer or if she should be the one who answered the question. <br><br>“Cl… Clarissa.” Tyta tried the name and found that it rolled off her tongue quite easily. She managed a soft smile, and she pointed at herself. “Tyta.” Then, she turned her attention back to Devon as he spoke, her eyes wide and bright as she gave a slow nod. Yet, she seemed confused as to what she should do, just stepping towards Clarissa and tightening her wings against her back in a flat way. She looked down, a bit confused, before she looked at the seamstress. She was obviously waiting for some kind of cue, and she seemed a little self-conscious of her wings.<br><br>She knew that they were going to get in the way. She still felt badly that the dress she was&nbsp; currently wearing had been cut into so she could accommodate for the large appendages. They ruffled slightly as she thought of them and tucked them tighter, shifting on her feet a little bit and looking extremely out of place and a little uncomfortable. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 01:42:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa smiled as the young owl woman immediately ducked behind her prince with a blush which made her look extremely adorable. She then pronounced her name and introduced herself to her.<br><br>"Well then Tyta... pleased to make your acquaintance." She said with a warm smile on her face. She then took a roll of tape measure and she said. "Could you stretch out your arms and wings,please? I need to take&nbsp; your measurements so that i can create clothing for you."<br><br>She waited until she complied, and she slowly and diligently took the measurements of her wing span,her arms and more and she took notes. After some time,she smiled and nodded before saying. "That should do it for now Tyta... give me some time to create a wardrobe of clothes for you alright?"<br><br>Devon smiled and said. "Thank you Clarissa." He then turned to Tyta and said. "So... what do you wish to do now Tyta?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 01:44:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Tyta looked a little hesitant to stretch out her wings, always a little conscious of how large they were. But she managed to take a deep breath and nodded gently, shifting her arms out to her sides a little awkwardly and then her wings stretched straight back. She kept them just a little bent – they were comfortable that way and they didn’t bump into anything that way. The feathers were already looking a little better now that she was being cared for and having a steady supply of nutrients, but her body was still terribly thin. She stood there rather awkwardly as Clarissa took her measurements, sometimes shying away from the touch of her hand, but otherwise staying rather still for her.<br><br>Glancing up, she let her arms fall comfortably down at her sides before she gave the woman a small smile. She nodded, looking very thankful, before she looked back towards Devon and then shrugged her shoulders gently. Her wings pulled back in and folded up against her back, resting there softly as the feathers mingled with her hair seemed to twitch a bit as she looked at him. She stepped closer to him and gave him a softer, more affectionate smile, feeling more comfortable around him.<br><br>“Don’t… know,” she murmured, looking a little confused and lost. She didn’t really know what else there was <em>to</em> do. She’d never had free time like this before, so it was a bit new to her and she knew that she could probably get bored rather easily. She liked exploring, learning about the castle and where she was, but she didn’t even know where to begin sometimes. It was a big overwhelming after being in captivity for so long. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 02:16:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled as Tyta was being measured for her clothing. She was hesitant at first, but he loved the way she got a feel to it and he really enjoyed how graceful and angelic she looked as she spread her wings. SHe was still a bit awkward around people other than himself, and he knew that there was no hard and fast way to go about it. He could understand why she was so, because she was mistreated in captivity all this while.<br><br>He smiled back at her as she walked towards him and then grew thoughtful as she said that she did not know what to do. It was quite natural, since she had never been free and all this time... all she did was to cater to the wants and requests of others. He then smiled at her. "Will you walk with me around the palace? It will be your home for a while until you are fit enough to leave if you want to... so I think that would be best, correct? We can go for a quick lunch later and then we can go to the library if you want to.... if you love to read. Then you can see where I like to spend time with... my collection of artifacts and rare scrolls. I'm a bit like Vysus in that sense... though I never would keep a living collection like he did. No thank you, I'd take relics and artifacts any day than to subject you or others to what you have experienced at Vysus's place or worse." He said to her warmly with conviction in his voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 01:42:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta felt a little overwhelmed.<br><br>On one hand, she had all of this beautiful freedom that was only hindered by her physical form. On the other hand, she had been in captivity for so long that she didn’t know what to <em>do</em> with this freedom. It was a rather frustrating and complex feeling, something she wasn’t used to. Her eyebrows knit together gently and then she looked towards Devon after she stepped closer to him, the measurements complete and their destination momentarily unknown. Her wings tightened against her spine and the ends of her primary feathers softly brushed against the ground, displaying a bit of her hesitation at her own thoughts. Blinking those large, owlish eyes towards him, she gave him a small smile and nodded as he asked her if she wanted to walk around. <br><br>“Like that,” she murmured, nodding and walking up to his side. She stuck close to him and then perked as he mentioned a library. Tyta seemed thrilled and made a soft little hooting sound from her chest at the idea of getting to see the library. She might have had an apparent speech impediment, but she was not illiterate. She also nodded eagerly, lighting up as he mentioned that he could show his collection of artifacts and rare scrolls. She seemed only momentarily startled – more confused, really – when he compared himself to Vysus. Giving him a crooked little grin, she nodded in understanding, pressing slightly against his side as she waited for him to lead the way. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 02:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was glad that she agreed to his idea. It would be good for her to get to know the place that she was going to spending time in for a while... however briefly. That thought sent a wave of sadness through him, though he covered it up with a mask of neutrality on his face. He then nodded and was amazed at the soft hooting sound from her chest that sounded positively adorable as he mentioned the library and looked curious when he said about the artifacts... which reminded him to send part of the collection he procured to Vysus.<br><br>He nodded and then took her hand gently in his and started strolling with her through the palace halls,showing her the way and pointing out where was where and how to get there. Eventually, they reached the palace library and they entered and he grinned at her. Walls and shelves of books filled the space and said. "So, what do you think about this? I know it's not as big as the libraries I have heard exist... but I think it is quite impressive by itself, don't you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 15:09:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta hadn’t been in many libraries.<br><br>And even if she had, she would have found this one impressive. Her eyes widened as he led her through the main doors, showing her how to get there the entire way. She couldn’t seem to focus on just one thing at a time, turning a bit on her heels as she gazed around them at all of the different shelves and walls that were just lined with books. Even the chairs and other pieces of furniture looked like they were well-worn and comfortable, like she could drape herself across one and read for hours and hours. In fact, she was certainly hoping to do so while she was waiting for her primary feathers to grow back in correctly. Looking back towards Devon as he began to speak, she was grinning for the first time, the action causing the flesh around her&nbsp; large eyes to crinkle slightly, in an endearing sort of way. <br><br>Her feathers ruffled excitedly. “Wonderful!” She nodded eagerly, agreeing that it was impressive, already heading towards a shelf and tracing her fingers lightly along a few of the spines of books. She let out another soft, hooting noise as she moved further down the shelf, unable to help herself, giddy with excitement. There were technical novels and fantasy, it seemed, and the lack of organization worked well for her. She whipped around again and looked at Devon, her wings flaring with her happiness as she sent him another one of those grins.<br><br>“Thank… you,” she murmured, approaching him and pulling him into a tight hug. Having this library was absolutely thrilling and calming for the owlish woman.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 15:35:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled as she had wide eyes when she entered the palace library and he was glad that he had brought her here. She looked at everything in wonder, from the shelves and books and to the furniture in it. He then noticed that she was grinning at him... a first since her captivity and her arrival here and he found that the crinkles around her eyes as she did so was quite endearingly adorable.<br><br>He was also glad to see the excited ruffle of her feathers, and he watched as she nodded with agreement and then started off towards one of the shelves to explore the books there. He smiled as he heard her make one of those endearingly cute hooting noise and he could tell that she was quite excited to be here. He then noticed her turning around and looking at him and grinned at him again... but this time her wings flared with her excitement and she approached him after a while.<br><br>Wondering what she was going to do, he was surprised by being pulled into a tight hug as her arms circled him and she thanked him for this. He then smiled at her and slipped his arms around her and hugged her close to him and said tenderly into her ear. "You are most welcome, my dear Tyta." His fingers gently stroked her back as he did so... feeling happy that he could bring a little bit of joy into her life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>21-02-2016, 15:11:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta thought that all of this was absolutely wonderful. Obviously, because she’d said it. She couldn’t hide her smile and the way that her wings ruffled gently behind her. She had hugged onto him tightly and was looking up at him, giving him that smile, her eyes sparkling as he hugged her back against his body. For the first time, she wasn’t completely disgusted by human contact. The hug was actually really, really nice. Devon was respectful of her natural boundaries and he was gentle with her. It was like she’d been starved for nice contact and she’d suddenly had a massive realization. Her eyes widened and she blinked towards him, looking curious. <br><br>A trembled rolled down her spine as he stroked down her back. Her feathers shook and she made a softer hooting sound, giving him a smile, unable to help herself. “Nice… touch. Good,” she said softly, gazing up at him, looking like she was amazed and at the same time, like she was trying to figure him out. Would this change between them? Would he suddenly turn into someone that was like the men she’d been around almost her entire life? Her wings fluttered a little as she realized that the thought was absolutely silly. Canting her head, she buried her face into his chest and curled into another hug, squeezing him gently as she reveled in the soft feeling. <br><br>It was so nice to be… well, wanted, in a way that wasn’t treating her like a prize or some sexual object. “Nice,” she murmured softly back to him, complimenting him. “Devon, nice,” she emphasized. Looking back up at him, she smiled again, her eyes and facial features soft and relaxed. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>21-02-2016, 15:32:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon was glad that she felt happy and it showed by the way she smiled and her feathers ruffled. Her smile was wonderful,though he was surprised that she did not shy away from him as he embraced her. One would have thought that she would be apprehensive of human contact,especially after what was done to her.<br><br>But that did not apply, as he felt her tremble as he stroked her back. At first he thought that he had done something wrong, until he noticed how she let out the soft hooting noise she made when she was comfortable. Coupled with the fact that she felt that his touches were good, and some if not all hos worries started to fade away.<br><br>She certainly was becoming comfortable with him as she hugged him again, squuezing him gently and said that he was nice before looking at him with a soft relaxed expression on his face. On impulse, he smiled gently at her and bent his head towards her and gently kissed her on her cheek. He then said a little sadly."Thank you Tyta... i hope to be a great host to you... before you go back. That way, i would not have any regrets.. when you go free someday." <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 01:27:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta looked up at him, tilting her head a little bit, sensing his sadness. It made her feathers flatten a bit in her hair and her wings tuck close to her shoulders and spine. She didn’t know why she felt badly, but she did. She didn’t like to see Devon sad, not after he’d done so many good, happy things for her. He should be happy. He deserved to be happy, not sad. A blush curled into her cheeks as he kissed one and then she tilted her head. <br><br>“Sad… why?”<br><br>Her head lifted and she gazed at him, giving him a bit of a curious look as she reached up and touched his cheek. Her wings fluttered a little bit behind her as she studied his features. Pondering his words, she began to put the pieces together, and she gave him a shy little look. “Devon… no home,” she said, pointing to herself to indicate what she was referencing. She licked her lips and her eyebrows knit together in frustration. “No… where go,” she said, frowning and then huffing a little in a cute way.<br><br>She squeezed him suddenly and buried her face into his chest, mumbling against it. “Don’ … want. Go.” Her wings wriggled in irritation and she wished that she could get past the speech barrier. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 03:08:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed her looking at him as she tilted her head, and he noticed that her feathers on her head flattened a little and&nbsp; her wings closed around her. He wondered if he said something wrong to her... and suddenly she asked him why he was sad. He was a little surprised by the question and he did not know how to explain it to her. He wasn't in love with her... at least thats what he felt for her now... but he was quite fond of her and did not want to see her go... even though he kbew she had to. She belonged to her own people and if he broke his promise toher... it would make him no better than those who kept her in captivity.<br><br>She then looked at him curiously, gently touched his cheek as she waited for his answer. But it seems that he did not need to,when she looked at him shyly and&nbsp; said that she does not have a home... and she had nowhere to go. He blinked at that... surely she knew where her home was..&nbsp; ev3n if she was captured by slavers. He enjoyed the way she huffed, however... and then she squeezed him and buried her face in his chest and said that she did not want to go anywhere.<br><br>He gently stroked her back and said softly. "Tyta... I am happy you don't want to go... but I don't want you to say that just to make ne happy. You probably have family sonewhere out there... and if i am to keep you here out of my iwn selfishness... that would make me just as bad as the men who kept you in captivity against your will. And i don't want to be that kind of person... you do understand what i am trying to say right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>25-02-2016, 23:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta was confused.<br><br>He thought she had family? Her confusion showed, even at the pleasant feeling of him stroking along her back. Her muscles beneath her tanned flesh were twitching and arching against him as he touched her, soft sighs of pleasure beginning to leave her as he stroked. Her wings fluttered happily and then she frowned a bit, looking up towards him as he spoke, asking if she understood what he was saying. She managed a nod, because she did understand, but at the same time… it didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t treating her like she was a captive. He was blatantly offering her freedom, promising her that she’d get what she wanted while she was there and then space to fly when her feathers finally grew back. <br><br>“No family,” she managed. She frowned, figuring that he would’ve understood that. “Last,” she said, wiggling her wings and pointing at herself, moving back a little bit to do so. “I think,” she muttered. As far as she knew,&nbsp; she was the last of her kind, which was why she’d been collected in the first place. The winged woman looked down and sighed a bit. Rubbing the back of her neck, she peered back at him, hoping that he was understanding her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 00:09:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon felt that she was rather confused... at least that was the impression he got from her. He felt her arch a little against him and he liked the fact that she felt good from him stroking her back. After a while&nbsp; she said that she had no family,which was sad.<br><br>She then moved back and pointed to herself and said that she was the last of her kind,at least that was what she thought. He smiled at her gently and said. "Well...&nbsp; I see... I understand what you are trying to say Tyta. Are you sure... you want to stay here forever... with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 16:58:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta looked up at him, giving him a small smile, happy to see that Devon was still good at trying to decipher what she was saying when she couldn’t find the right words. They really needed to work on her speech impediment; she didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but she was sure it had to do with the years of suppression and torture and being told not to talk. Her wings fluttered gently, her head tilting a bit as he spoke to her gently, confirming that he understood her, which made her calm. She was excited that he knew what she was saying – he was the only one who’d ever really been able to get the gist of her words from the few words she’d ever been able to say. <br><br>“If… want,” she said, pointing at him between her words. If he wanted her to stay, she wouldn’t mind staying. But she knew that he was the royalty here, not her. He had to make the decisions. Yes, he was giving her freedom, but ultimately, she knew that she didn’t have much of a say when it came to royalty. When she was healed and capable, why would she get to stay in the royal castle? She wasn’t royalty; she technically didn’t have the right to be there. But, Devon would keep her there as long as he could, it seemed, and she felt wanted for the first time in a long time. And wanted in a healthy, sane way – not to be collected. It felt really, really nice.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 17:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon looked at her and smiled gently. While he did not know why she spoke in short sentences... he guessed that it had to do with something that she had gone through in the past. He could see her wings flutter and he could tell that she was pleased that he had understood her.<br><br>He looked at her with a gentle expression on his face and nodded when she pointed at him and asked she wanted to stay if he wanted to. "I do Tyta... I very much want you to stay with me. I might sound selfish saying that... but thank you." He gently took her into his arms and held her close,gently stroking her back as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 17:59:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“No… thank… “ She licked her lips. “You.” Tyta gave him a gentle smile, a little bit of confusion flitting from her features as she pondered why he was possibly thanking her. Why would he be? She hadn’t done anything for him to earn that thanks. She squeaked a little bit and then made a soft hoot as he tugged her close, stroking her back. Her eyes closed and her wings seemed to finally relax a little bit behind her, tucked towards her shoulders, but not tightly like they were most of the time. Her own arms were tucked between them, her hands curled softly against his chest. The feathers in her hair ruffled a little bit and she made another soft, cooing sound deep in her chest. <br><br>She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but she eventually looked up at him and gave him a soft, more relaxed smile. “Nice.” She repeated the word, the descriptor for him rather easily, giving him another smile before she blinked and looked around. They’d been in here for a little while – the sun coming through the windows was in a different location. She didn’t really have a concept of time except for the sun moving, not knowing actual hours or terminology. Here in the library, it felt like time passed quickly and she’d not even been aware of it.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 01:05:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon enjoyed the way she smiled while she said that there was no need for him to thank her. She must feel confused why he was thanking her... but to him having her wanting to stay with him was something that he appreciated. He enjoyed the way she let out a soft hooting noise as he gently stroked her back and the way she gently placed her hands on his chest. The soft cooing sound that she made, not to mention the ruffle of her hair feathers made him sure that she was comfortable with him.<br><br>He then noticed that she looked at him with a more relaxed&nbsp; expression and a smile&nbsp; and said that this was nice, though she repeated it again. He just smiled as he knew that she said that he was nice and he noticed her looking around the library once more. He wondered why she did so, and he suddenly realized that they had been in here for a while and said. "Are you hungry, Tyta... do you want to go for lunch together?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 01:02:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;It had been a month. One month, exactly, since Devon had brought Tyta into his home. <br><br>To be honest, the month had gone quite quickly for the owlish woman. She’d spent a lot of time in the library, eventually spending her time organizing the books upon the shelves between her reading sessions. She’d also learned to articulate better with Devon’s help, his urging convincing her that it was okay to speak. It was taking a lot of time, truthfully, to get past the traumatic blockers in her mind. It seemed like what she’d suffered through early on in her life was the main reason she wasn’t talking much. But they were working through those issues and had been spending more and more time together over the course of the month. Now, she could articulate fairly well and only seemed to falter when it came to being nervous. That only happened around new people and occasionally around the King and Queen, simply because they were Devon’s parents and, well, they <em>ruled</em> this land. <br><br>Overall, the experience had been positive for her. She was glowing now and healthier that she was getting fed properly. She was tan from being outside so often – which was almost all of her free time – and her feathers were gaining their luster back. The only issue she was having was that she had yet to molt her old feathers and gain her new ones. The new feathers would help the process of re-growing her flight feathers. Right now, she was still grounded, and it was frustrating. It was probably the only negative thing she’d been dealing with lately, and a frustration she tried to keep hidden from Devon as much as possible. <br><br>The night before had not been kind to her. She’d barely eaten at breakfast and currently, she sat in the garden and let the sun soak into her tawny feathers. She was sprawled along a bench in the massive gardens, resting on her stomach, her dress bunched up around her knees as her ankles crossed and her feet occasionally bobbed. Her shoes were discarded, resting on the gravel path, and her arms were crossed beneath her chin as&nbsp; she stared at lazy bumblebees nearby. Her wings fluttered occasionally and the feathers in her hair ruffled a little as a breeze went through. The warmth around them made her eyelids flutter and droop as she yawned a bit, before shifting a little on the bench. She spread her wings to their full extent and hooted softly at the stretch of her muscles before allowing them to flutter down and relax once more. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 01:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a rather interesting month since Tyta was in his life, and what a month it was. It was like gaining a companion with some speech impediment, but one that he did not mind having around. He often urged her to speak, teaching her more and more to be more confident and he was quite happy with the way she progressed. Though to his amusement and delight, it seems that she made her library somewhat her domain as she arranged and organized the books to her liking... and he once or twice was caught by her glare as she seemed upset when he had forgotten to put things back where they were. It was an unnerving experience... one he would not care to experience again. The only people she seemed to be still nervous around were his parents, and he had to get her to stop doing that... though he knew it would not be easy.<br><br>But to his delight, she seemed to be getting better and looked healthier than when he acquired her and she spent a lot of time outside and he was pleased that her feathers took on a glow of their own... which made her even more stunning. Though he was a little worried about her this morning as he noticed that she did not eat much... wondering why it was so. He did not find her in the library, as she soon disappeared after breakfast. He then walked into the gardens where&nbsp; they enjoyed walking together and he soon found her at their favorite bench, sprawled on her stomach... apparently enjoying the breeze and the sunlight.<br><br>He then chuckled softly as he walked towards her and gently sat beside her. "Tyta... are you alright? You did not eat much at breakfast, and you seemed to avoid me sometimes. Is there something the matter? Can you tell me... please?" He said to her with a worried look on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 15:37:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta slightly tensed as Devon approached her, but she relaxed as he took a seat. She knew that he was going to end up asking her about her mood – and what should she say? Should she explain something she wasn’t sure he would understand? How she was frustrated because she couldn’t take flight anymore? She licked her lips and managed to shift a little bit, sitting up and letting her wings relax completely behind her. They tipped back and stretched a little, her feathers draping down to rest on the ground slightly. “I’m not meaning to… avoid you,” she murmured, speaking rather easily. Now that she had learned to get past some of those barriers, it was easier for her to return to normal speech, though there was a bit of an accent to her words that was difficult to place. <br><br>“I had nightmares,” she murmured, shifting a little uncomfortably as a blush colored her cheeks and she looked down at her hands resting in her lap. Her gown today was a beautiful ivory with golden accents, something expensive she presumed, but it paired very nicely with the tones of her feathers and her tanned skin. The soft material of the dress fluttered through a small breeze. “About… ah, never flying again. And I guess… I’m just… frustrated? I thought my feathers would grow back by now,” she murmured, a frustrated pull creasing the space between her eyebrows. She rubbed at her eyes gently with a few fingertips before she looked back towards him and gave him a weak little smile.<br><br>“I’m sorry for… worrying you, Devon. I know I just need to be patient.” She didn’t seem to like the idea of patience now that she wasn’t bound or kept. It was easy for her to feel impatient now that she had her freedom. And it was something she was trying to deal with on her own, these new emotions that she felt so strongly, and now she was wondering if that was the wrong tactic to take. Maybe she didn’t need to do things on her own? She just never wanted to bother anyone.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>05-03-2016, 16:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see that she was a bit tense, maybe a little nervous when he approached earlier. But he said nothing and waited for her answer, and he could see her wings settling behind her. He was glad though when he heard her murmur that she wasn't avoiding him on purpose... which made him curious why he got that impression from her by her latest behavior.<br><br>She then explained that she had nightmares, which was odd... everyone had nightmares and that did not cause him to avoid anyone. He watched as she rested her hands on her lap, and she blushed somewhat in embarassment and he took notice of the dress that she wore... and it quite complimented her own feathers and tanned skin. He really had to hand it to his mother's seamstress for doing such a good job about it. He then listened as she explained what her nightmare was, which was to never fly and she was quite frustrated because her feathers had not grown back just yet. He certainly could see the frustration in her expression, before she looked at him and smiled weakly and apologized for making him worry for her.<br><br>Instinctively, he slipped his arms around her and held her close. "Yes you need to be patient, Tyta... I know the thought of not being able to fly again terrifies you. But you have to remember, worrying is not going to make your feathers grow faster... maybe that is why they haven't grown. Could it be that your own frustration has prevented your own body from growing those feathers that you needed to be able to fly again? If so, you should stop thinking about them and enjoy your time and rest here... I believe they will grow soon and when they do you can start practicing how to fly again." He said warmly to her and he gently gave her a quick friendly peck on her cheek as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 00:19:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta felt better now that he was wrapping his arms around her. She enjoyed the warmth that came from his body in combination with the sun beating against their skin. She knew that he was right and hearing him speak the words only seemed to make her sigh in recognition. The owlish woman settled into his embrace and nuzzled against his collar, her wings fluttering softly. “You… you think worrying?” She frowned a bit, realizing that now she was focused on how being worried might be stunting the growth, it made her even <em>more</em> worried. Maybe her flight feathers would never come back in? What if that happened? She would be heartbroken. Absolutely and positively heartbroken. She’d wanted to fly for so long…<br><br>“You’re… probably right,” she murmured, frowning a bit and sitting back to gaze up towards Devon. She gave him a weak smile, though it only grew as he leaned down and gave her a quick friendly peck upon her cheek. A blush colored them both for a moment, and she looked up at him with a sense of awe and wonder. A hand slipped up and touched the spot where he kissed, as if she could feel the warmth there remaining once his lips were gone. How strange. Why did <em>that</em> kiss make her feel funny? She’d been kissed plenty of times before. <br><br>“My… stomach feels strange,” she commented softly, reaching down and looking towards it as she slipped her hand over her dress. It didn’t hurt; pain wasn’t on her features. She just looked a little confused as she stared down at it, wondering why it was fluttering and twisting softly in the way that it was. Why did it also feel warm? She’d never felt something like that before. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 01:07:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as Tyta seemed to relax into his embrace and then gently nuzzled against his collar, her wings fluttering softly at her comfort. He nodded when she asked if worrying was the cause of her wings and feathers not growing as they should. She then said that he was probably right and then looked up at him and smiled weakly before he gave her that peck on the cheek... and she blushed. <br><br>He saw her touching the spot where she kissed her and then moments later... she said that her stomach felt strange and looked towards it and touched it over her dress and generally looked confused. Devon was also a bit confused why she felt that way. He then thought for a moment and said. "Are you hungry, Tyta? You did not eat much for breakfast today after all... do you want to grab a quick bite right now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>14-03-2016, 16:07:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta was completely confused. Why was her stomach feeling so fluttery? It wasn’t a familiar feeling. She looked towards him and then she looked back down at her stomach, clenching the muscles for a moment before she realized that he was right. She hadn’t eaten much before she’d gotten moody and walked herself into the gardens. She licked her lips and gave him a nod before she shifted, standing up and brushing off her dress, gathering her shoes into her hands because she didn’t want to put them back on her feet. Tyta liked to walk around barefoot, though she knew it wasn’t necessarily a proper thing for her to do as a lady. His parents had been nice to her, though, and let her basically adapt to this place as she wished. She was forever grateful for that.<br><br>“I think I am, but that’s not this feeling,” she murmured softly, touching her stomach before looking back at him. “It’s… weird. Fluttery,” she mumbled, looking down and frowning. “It’s going away, now. When you touched your lips to my cheek… it made me fluttery,” she mumbled, looking at him, wondering if he was magical and put a kind of spell on her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>14-03-2016, 16:34:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon smiled when Tyta nodded after a while,licking her lips and then got up and brushed her dress before gathering her shoes in her hand. He understood that she did not like wearing them and so did his parents. He then heard her say that she thought that she was hungry but that was not what she felt.<br><br>She then described what she felt and she felt fluttery when he kissed her cheek and she looked at him with wonder. At first, he was confused... when he remembered an instant when his father told him about the story where his mother falling in love with his father. And the story was quite similar... and he looked at her. "I do not know Tyta... but i think we can figure things out as we go along alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 19:32:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta had the distinct feeling that Devon knew more about the situation than he was letting her know, but she didn’t press him. She trusted him; she knew that he wouldn’t steer her wrong. If he wasn’t telling her something, he probably had a good reason as to why he wasn’t telling her. She looked at him, a little unsure, before she adjusted her grip onto her shoes and then began to walk slowly towards the castle with him at her side. “Okay… that seems fine. Let’s go eat. Do you know what the kitchens made today? For lunch?” She was really hungry now that she could focus on being hungry, knowing that skipping breakfast had been a bad idea for her in the long run.<br><br>Her fast-acting metabolism made her appetite rather large. She finally was back to a normal weight after all of this time, but it took a while because of that metabolism. Turning to look at him, she gave him a smile and held out her hand. She liked to hold Devon’s hand while they walked around the castle sometimes, not really realizing that it could be considered something intimate between two people. Those kind of cultural acts were rather lost on her, still. But she was learning, she was learning.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 01:21:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon knew that he should not tell her just yet, not because he did not want to but he just wanted to make sure that she was really feeling something for him. When she asked for lunch, he chuckled and then thought for a moment and said. "Well, I do not know what the kitchens are making today, but I think there would be quite a bit of meat based dishes as always. Not to mention a few of your favorites there. I took the liberty of noting which dishes you like best and passed the information to them."<br><br>He then smiled back at her and took her hand in his and started walking towards the dining room with her. He was becoming fond of her, and he knew the maids of the castle giggled softly as they walked... whispering about how sweet they looked together. He did not know what to make of it yet, but he supposed he will figure it out with her as time goes by. They soon reached the dining room and he pulled out the chair for her and waited for her to sit down before pushing it in and then sat beside her. "Let's eat shall we?" He said, smiling softly to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 18:46:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You… did that for me? Ah, thank you,” she said, blushing with embarrassment. The idea that he’d been so thoughtful, just like his mother keeping track of her measurements and preferred colors for the seamstresses, was absolutely flattering. Her wings fluttered pleasantly and she smiled, walking alongside him as their hands clenched together. She stroked gently along the back of his hand with her thumb, a natural smile on her face. Being with Devon was easy and it made her happy to feel so free around him. She didn’t have to put on airs or try and be someone that she wasn’t. He wasn’t expecting things from her and she wasn’t a servant or slave to him. <br><br>She thanked him quietly as he pulled out her seat, and she sat down, tucking her wings back comfortably. She nodded to him and smiled, watching as the servants came forward with some of the dishes for their lunch today. Some of it was leftovers from breakfast – which was fine, because Tyta loved breakfast – and she mingled her eggs with some meats and piled some fruits onto her plate as well. She began to eat with happy relish, enjoying all of the flavors as much as she usually did. Smiling to herself, she ate contently, her feathers in her hair rippling occasionally as she sat quietly and ate. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 23:00:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is no trouble at all Tyta... just trying to figure out what you liked and dislike after all." He said to her with a smile, feeling glad to see that joyful but yet a little embarrassed look on her face that he always loved as it made her simply look adorable. He walked quite comfortably with her hand in hand and her smile was quite radiant and he loved that she always had that expression on her face.<br><br>When it is time to eat, he slowly ate his food while gazing at her all the time... loving the way she ate and how she ate the food and he was pleased to see her smile again and he just sat there... enjoying the look on her face as he too slowly ate his food with a very good mood. When he was done, he cleaned his mouth with the napkin and waited for her to do the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 15:22:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyta helped herself to seconds, and another half portion of fruit before she finally seemed to be satisfied. Blinking slowly, she wiped her mouth with her napkin for a moment after she watched him do it. The manners were still something she was definitely working on, but she was getting better. At least, she thought that she was getting&nbsp; better. The Queen had complimented her on it recently, so she took those words to heart and believed her. Wings fluttering behind her, Tyta glanced towards Devon and gave him an easy smile, finding that being around him was rather comfortable. She didn’t feel obligated to be a certain way, even if he was royalty and she was just… well, Tyta.<br><br>“What are… what are the plans for today?” she inquired, changing the direction of the question she asked halfway through. She tilted her head cutely to the side and blinked towards him, her owlish eyes wide and trusting. She was at ease there, sitting beside him, and it showed. She wasn’t tense; her wings were relaxed and occasionally fluttered, along with the feathers in her hair. She shifted in her seat to let her wings drape further out towards the side, stretching them a little as she waited to hear what the plans for the day were – at least, assuming that there <em>were</em> any plans. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flightless Bird || summoner2183</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 15:42:01</strong>
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				Devon smiled as he watched Tyta helped herself to seconds and soon she was done. She was indeed getting better on her manners, and she smiled at him with her wings fluttering behind her and was quite relaxed around him.<br><br>She tilted her head towards him in a cute adorable manner and asked him what plans he had for the day. He thought for a moment and shrugged. "To be honest Tyta... I do not have any plans for now...&nbsp; how about you? Do you wish to do anyrhing today?"
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