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Old 12-12-2002, 08:27 AM   #4
Rimbaud
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*Raises a respectful...wing*

Here is my crowfile for inspection.

My Crowfile

Fingot 'Sparrowbane'

Age - an immensely venerable 15, by far the oldest living crebain.

Fingot is the oldest crebain of the flock and has fathered some of the strongest currently flying. Despite his great age and former strength, he never challenged the leaders, but instead offered advice and guidance to each in turn. Thus, he currently flies in the group under Akaaw, although some suspect he has designs for his son, Mitakaw, to replace Akaaw.

Fingot is not a large crebain, although in his younger years, his speed and ferocity made him a formidable force in the skies above Orthanc. Now, somewhat shrunken by age, he is a mottled brown and grey colour. His beak is still strong,however and his eyes still keen. Despite these evidences of strength, he struggles to keep up with the main body of birds when in full flight. Recent leaders,however, have made allowances for this, due to the wisdom accorded to him as a result of his great years.

Despite his relatively slow travelling speed, Akaaw is likely to include him on the mission, due to his perception.

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Awake since before the sunlight had pierced the canopy of trees, Fingot observed Akaaw's strong and swift flight, cutting through the morning light. He also observed the inattention of others in the flock and clucked in disgust. He clacked his beak in approval however, to see his strongest son, Mitakaw, awake and paying attention to him.

"My son, fetch me some morsels," he rasped, quickly. "Go! Make haste!"

His son, startled by the swift order, scuttled off his branch and darted down through the leafy branches towards the forest floor. Fingot nodded and shook out his mottled brown-grey wings. I may be old but I will not be excluded from whatever news this young chief brings to us!

He cawed loudly, suddenly, and cackled as the drowsing birds around him flapped and chattered as they were awoken. Some were so disturbed as to lose their footing and take to flight still half-asleep,blundering into branches and each other. Fingot nodded self-importantly again. He awaited the coming of his chief patiently, ashe had done so many times before,for many other strong crebain. For Fingot was old, older than the memory of any other living crebain.


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