Will there be an end to this ?(Open)

[Glax]

The cool fall winds blew silently thew the forrest. The sun was just starting to rise above the trees. That ment for one bird that it was time to start his day.He came out of a small hallow and started to look around.He had trouble spotting things when he was just waking up. It did not help him much that he could only see out of one eye.

The falcon took off from his perch and started to rise in to the sky.He like the feeling he got every time he rose in to the sky. He had not had the best life so anything that made him feel slightly better was good for him.He scanned the ground for prey as he flew.He slowly turned his head to see every thing that was on the ground.

As he flew his mind drifted to his past. The day that he lerned that he would never be able to trust anyone. The day he would found that he could never trust even his own faimly.He felt a surged of hate and sadness as he thought about it.He hated when he started to think about his past. He would never be able to change what had happened to him.He would never feel that kind of pain and rejection again. ''never again'' he said with a hiss.

He sighed as he flew further in to the forest . He was no longer looking for prey. He looked for a place to land so that he could try to clear his mind. He soon saw a tree where he could land . He flew to a low hanging branch and landed. He looked around to see if there was anouther near him.

[!DETOXi]

THE day was cold and gray, pearly clouds overhead promising a chilling rain for the evening. Why then, of all days, had Rook chosen to go roaming? As the tuxedo tomcat and you'd just get a shrug in response. He was bored with the city for now. Sooner or later, he would wander back, but for now the black and white tom was tucked up in a hollowed out tree trunk watching the world outside. Eyes the color of moss glared at the outer world, as if daring it to come and get him, while his white-tipped tail twitched back and forth behind him. The strong muscles of a stray cat were coiled under his relatively short, if not soft, bi-colored pelt, claws flexing restlessly in the rotting bark of the tree. Outside a blustery autumn breeze blew dead leaves hither and thither before the tom but, unlike younger kittens may have, he made no rush to go chase them. How long he stayed still crouched in that tree, Rook had no idea. Time was one of his weaknesses, he had no sense of it. He was always late on the rare occasions he arranged to meet with someone, though those times were so seldom he didn't bother trying to right his crooked sense of timing. As far as this stray was concerned, the only reasons to be on time were if it was in a fight and a move had to be done just right. Other things had no meaning. If someone really wanted to meet him, they could wait.

A bird's cry in the distance made Rook's ears twitch, bringing him out of whatever distant wanderings his mind had gone on. Sitting up a bit, Rook grimaced as his back muscles stretched and his legs protested the motion after such a long period of crouching. Lashing his tail, Rook stood and stretched properly, extending his front legs and arching his back until his white belly and chest touched the rotting tree bark. After a few more stretches for his legs, Rook decided it was time to get moving. He had had enough of this forest, time to go back to the city. Rook was no fool, he knew it was dangerous out here. He had heard other strays talk about it before, about the big feral cats that were their ancestors, how they roamed the mountainside. Turning his head to the left to peer out of the log, a bystander on his right side would have been able to see the jagged scar under his fur. It wasn't from a feral cat, but Jag was big enough that Rook felt sure he could handle whatever big baddies were out here. After a quick glance to the right, Rook leaped out of his hollowed hiding place.

GIVING his black and white fur ab risk shake, the stray tomcat began to move across the clearing toward the trees in the direction of 'home'. Being a stray, he had no proper home but the streets of White Falls counted enough for Rook. He knew his way well enough so he figured he would make it back to city limits by tomorrow evening if he moved briskly and hunted quickly. Just as he was leaving the clearing, standing under an oak across from the tree trunk he'd sheltered in, Rook heard something that made him freeze.

'FLAP...flap flap...flap...'

BIRD wings. Big bird wings.

THROWING himself into a nearby bush of bracken, Rook pressed his white belly to the dead leaves that littered the ground. Black ears laying flat against his skull, moss-colored eyes narrowed, the city-born stray glared back into the clearing. A moment later, a silvery falcon perched on a branch in the oak Rook had been standing under not moments ago. Tension curled in his muscles, claws sinking into the soft ground, tail tip twitching silently. He scarcely dared to breath as he peered from his new hiding place in the bracken at the fierce bird. It was large and had the same dead stern glaze to its eye that all big birds had, the look that chilled Rook to the bone. Big birds, their eyes didn't reflect emotion, at least not in Rook's opinion. Their gaze unsettled him. Hoping it would move on soon, Rook remained absolutely still, watching and hoping he wouldn't be seen.

[Glax]

The falcon looked about as he sat on his perch.He wished that he could push his past from his mind.As he sat there he felt the quiet breeze start to blow just a little faster.He smiled felling the calming sensation that made him start to relax.He then started to look around to see what might be out here.

He was a loner by nature wanting to care only for him. Though there was a part of the falcon who wanted to feel compassion from another.That was something that he could not let happen not yet anyhow. He still thought of what happened to him before. That alone made trust something he did not give out at random.

There was another thing the falcon was .He was a great hunter .He glanced around quickly when he heard.A slight rustling sound. He looked slowly to see if he could spot what had made the sound.If he liked what he saw perhaps he would go after it.If he did not he could always let it get away .

He kept his eye out for the source of the sound as he looked in another direction.That was one of the faults that this falcon had .He was blind in one eye so he had to turn his head almost constantly to see everything that was around.He figured that whatever it was that was here he would find in a moment of two.
Or it would be luck and escape from him.