In The Rafters

Another dawn, another day. Another storm sweeps away. The petal brush fall no more, hence there is no flower no bush to adore. "No, that doesn't sound right. Ugh...." The macaw squawks and puffs her feathers in frustration. The sun was going down and she has had no sign of her know-it-all sister. Maybe it was time to head out and find where she has gone. The sun's orange glow hits the trees as they giggle in the height of victory. Where the song birds perch and sleep at night. Where the crickets digs wholes under their mighty roots that embed the ground for safety. "Oh the-" the macaw looks at the door that is cropped open. Had someone come in? She turns her head in curiosity and brings herself level to the ground, inching her way with her beak and claws.

She hears the clattering of what sounded like hooves and the huffs of nostrils and lungs. It sounds like a dear... she puffs her colored feathers and walks starkly down the dresser. Then she realizes she is abandoning her diary, her key to self control. She grabs it by it's leather ribbon and pulls it against her. "Stay close to me..." she mutters and clicks her beak. "Hello?" She looks around the corner and the prediction of a dear was wrong, it was nothing actually. The door only popped open. Am I paranoid or something? she thinks to herself. Rosa flies over to the cracked door and closes it just with her toes. Then it thought hit her, she should go out and look for Iggy.

Right as she closed the door, she rustles her feathers and pulls the door back open. Her diary dangles from it's leather string and pulls extra weight down on the sickly bird, making her drop a foot as she let go of the handle and made it outside. When the sun shines on Rosa, her book glistened. It's silver casing cast a white light over every object in the forest. That glorious sun will last no more as the moon and clouds begin to move in. Respects Abandoned. Damn that place for existing... As anyone would know, Rosa does not like the Respects Abandoned Mall. It was something about it that made her weary of passing onto that cement. Today is the day she concurs that fear.

Her strong beak pulls the book to a comfortable spot on the edge of her mouth and she flies with the bits of power left in her. Her wings flap harder, her tail doesn't stay steady, and her book is heavier than she remembered. Gnats on her body would constantly chew into her soft warm skin for a pleasure of the macaw. "Iggy? Iggy?!" Rosa calls as she finds herself at Respects Abandoned. Her heart beats like a mouse's. "Iggy, get out here! I'm getting worried!" She doesn't get a reply. But what she does here are these same words at the pitch she recognizes, "CAW CAW CAW! Everyone shut up!" It was an annoying crow. Ugh...I hate crows. Before she finished the sentence, she falls to the ground on top of her book.

Rosaki has no energy left in her. She is on the brink of death. Without assistance, she would die like her mother did. She doesn't want to die at such a short life-span. So she does what she was suppose to do by instinct, call for help. "Scree! Help, ouch!" she cries.

Word Count|579

KEY:

• "i'm talking"
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing

NOTES: Nurp fur nurts

MUSE: Shake that ass, baby shake that ass, I wanna see you shake that ass, come one baby shake that ass. Ti's well.

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo
  

She rolled her red eyes up at him in annoyance, but kept her polite manor. "Parrot? Uh...yes please." She groans and tries to lift her large wings, they only levitate off the ground. "I'm a macaw actually.... You're a crow right?" She blinks her red eyes tightly. She clutches her diary tighter and lifts herself off the ground. Her toes scrape across the cracked cold cement, dulling her soft nails. With one jump, she stood. Her feathers frill to make her look larger than she naturally is. 

She looks into the crows deep black ebony eyes, she could see he was annoyed but yet impressed by something. She pulls the book out from under her chest swinging it rapidly around her body and props it on it's spine. The book accidentally falls open. With a gasp, she quickly recover it by closing the book. She grips the opening edge with her right foot's toes and clamps it shut. Rosa shakes her body and feathers float in the air. The sky begins to grow darker as time passed by. She still needed to find her sister. "H-have you seen a macaw bigger than me fly by? She's my sister and her name is Iggy. I need her to come home before the storm approaches." It didn't seem to be as if a storm was coming, no black clouds where near. But the night sky was engulfing the bright blue day. 

Rosa analyzed the crow. He seemed very feral, skinny, not as healthy, and had the attitude of an egoist. That she did not like. But one thing appealed to her eyes was the fact his feathers where in between black, purple, and gray. A color she has never seen on a crow before. Rosaki bobs her head and lowers it to him, "I am Rosaki, by the way..." She screeches as her neck cracks and pops. The air sockets are giving out between her bones and tendons. She is not that old, but she is sickly, and that is what happens when a bird stays inside and does not move half the day and abnormally writes with their neck muscles and beak. 

Word Count| 363

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"Wait...excuse me? You're not a-" She quickly retracts her question. It was fair that she wouldn't want to be called a parrot. Although, he looked familiar like a raven, she was sure he was a crow. She wasn't confused at all, she knew he was disgusted by what he is and has too much a self-centered ego to believe of what he is. It all makes sense now, his attitude around others, the way he flaunts his self, all of what had just happened in the last 20 minutes. 20 minutes late for searching for Iggy. "You seem to know a lot about crows." she had a tad of a smile as she spoke, but it wasn't a greeting for a thank you type smile. More of a ironic smiles to describe. 

Is he stupid or something? He thinks he's a raven. Ugh, average behavior of crows. They need to stop being cowards of their kind and stand tall like us macaws do. They have nice colors, but not nice personalities. That goes along with their tiny brain. I can see him looking at my silver diary. I know he wants it. He's not going to have it though, stupid.

She cocks her head and her eyes lightened with glee,"Well buckle my buttons! Raaah! Grleee! Oh...." That was the first time in a while has she ever said those words. 'buckle my buttons' is what her owner use to say. He said that when anything good happens to him. She use to repeat it and he would always say that around her. The crowing part was new for her, she has never done the regular macaw sounds in her life unless she imitates them. Was she becoming feral? Instinct of excitement? Only time with explain. "Eh...please. I'd like to know where she is..." She hopes that the crow's attitude won't break her of her respectful and polite manor. He seems to be annoyed that this time because she called him out of what he is. 

Rosa turns around to where the male crow pointed, looking up a medium sized tree at the 10th lowest branch. It was too small of a nest for herself, but if she were o be a full sized grown female macaw, she would have not been able to fit a wing in it with another partner. She nods slightly, her neck popping. One thing and the only thing she saw in the nest was shining medal. He seems to have a hording problem, a bad hording problem. Hi nest does seem like it could fit a bird, nonetheless two. But a try she can do. Hopefully she doesn't end up being stabbed by some knife he found lying around and cherishes it at the door way to the nest. 

She looks at the crow one more time, to answer his statement. It was glory to her ears. Help. What she needed. Yes, crows can be annoying, but they are very resourceful. She had to have medical help or she will die with misery and loneliness, like her mother. "Well buckles my buttons again! Rah!" She flaps her wings, colored feathers float around the both of them. As they fall, the setting sun shines through them, casting a gorgeous light through the colored feathers. They spin around, causing a heap of colors creating a disco like theme. One style Rosaki loves. Her large wings cast a shadow over the crow, this was the peak of her beauty. If she had all of her feathers she would be a breathless site. She waves her beak and lets looks of her tail feathers, they create a train around her small body, like a bridle dress train. 

She compacts all she let loose for those second into her tighter posture. One moment of pure beauty, literally a moment. "Thank you for your help, Raven. I never got your name. Do you mind telling me?" Surprisingly, all the crowing and cawing of the crow was annoying yet thankful. Sh needed some excitement in her life again. Some annoyance. A bitter taste of disliking.

Word Count| 684

KEY:

• "i'm talking" #3c992f
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing #4fa186

NOTES: Oh wow....a disco of feathers! Man, if you could see what I can see through my head, that scenery is absolutely gorgeous. It is breathe taking.

MUSE: So-so.

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo
  

She looks up at the now black tree. The sun has now set. It was too late. Rosa was hoping that she would finder her lost sister before night, but it's already that time. A morning search will have to happen. She can wake up strait in the morning. Ya! at the crack of dawn I will get out of this nest ad search for her. Though...I don't know how I will do that with my issues and this two pound diary. She sighs and curls her head into her chest.What am I going to do.... She sighs. 

The crow speaks his name, it sounded familiar but she can't pin-point it. Has she heard it from her older sister? Most likely. But he has never seen her, or so he said. What is she doing, she is trusting a damned crow! Not another macaw like herself, or a respectful stork like the one she saw at the pond next to the tree her sister was rehabilitated in. Crows are just as mean as vultures, and just as annoying as finches. The ultimate fusion. Speaking of vultures. What are they circling? It was to dark for her to see and they would most likely see her as a meal than a friendly neighbor. 

"Well, Krakarak, maybe we will expand it tomorrow? Tonight is to late and I won't be able to leave tomorrow because of my crash landing." Rosa grunts to the word krakarak. I sound like a fooking crow! Rosa, half the time, doesn't notice she uses her owners slang. The word fook is actually 'fuck' but Scottish. He found it funny and used it to joke around or curse. Rosa was no where near the Scottish language, neither was her owner. She looks at Krakarak and replies to his third to last comment, "They are just feathers, Krakarak. Nothing special in my opinion." It was a mystery why the crow grabbed her feathers and admired them. But that was not of her concern. 

She looks up the medium sized tree. Yeah, I can do this. she thinks as she begins to jab into the bark with her sharp beak. She wraps her dull claws around the drunk, thrashing her wings rapidly to keep off the ground. She extends her neck forwards, stabbing the next step up the tree. Since her claws were dull, her grip was weak. She was depending on her wings and beak to keep her glued to the tree and above gravity's demanding to fall. The first branch, 8 feet off the ground. She is exhausted. "Um....I think I will sleep here tonight. I can't climb anymore. I have no more energy." She regains her breathe and relaxes her wings.

Word Count| 455

KEY:

• "i'm talking" #3c992f
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing #4fa186

NOTES: I need to get a premium CBox so I can add meme icons to it.

MUSE: I....I think I got dis.

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo
  

Rosaki stared at him softly, for exhaustion had taken the best in her. Her wings were sore, limp, and weak to do anything else. At least some help would be a god's sake. the crow had a bit of a pleasure in helping her. How can a crow such as 'his highness' be helping me? I am obviously useless to him... She looks down at the ground. If a chick were to fall from it's nest, it was surely to die in 24 hours. But that would mean it would have broken a bone or be eaten by ants. The macaw thought about the ants. They can climb trees like it's natural. She has to worry about mites as well. And ticks! She is a sickly bird hanging from a tree branch. She has to make it to his nest or she will be eaten alive, or worse. She looks at him and answers "Um..actually. I changed my mined. Will it be alright if I could sleep up there?"

She was afraid for a 'no' answer, but she would feel awkward for a 'yes' answer as well. That would mean she would have to sleep next to the crow. For all she knows he could make clicking noises in his sleep and keep her up. Or he would stay up all night and pile silver stuff all on top of her. Or he could kick her out of the nest while he's asleep! The thought ruffles her feathers. But she'd rather sleep next to a crow than be eaten alive. With one large breath, she takes in energy. She leaps up onto her toes and flaps her large wings. She focuses on each tree limb and bounces one to another, making sure to hit them precisely.

The last branch to hop before she makes it to the nest. It was a success. She is finally at the nest. Her racing heart quickly dies down into an exhausted and tiresome one. Slow and steady, slow enough for her to sleep relaxed a bit. She looks at the crow with her red eyes, his black ones seemed a bit tired a well, but that could just be a shadow or a trick of the eye. She is tired after all. Rosa then looked into the nest, silver, gold, tin, and any shining object that can be carried by a bird was in his nest. It looked like a pack-rat nest! How can a bird with her size sleep in such a cramped nest? She would have been better off sleeping on that branch below. But at least the nest was soft though. And if it were to be cold, she would have the crow and the nest's insulation to keep her toasty. She must always look at the bright side.

Word Count| 473

KEY:

• "i'm talking" #3c992f
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing #4fa186

NOTES: Sorry for the late reply. >~<

MUSE: Meh, not really good..

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo
  

Morning already and the macaw was out of her cage flying over to her owner in the kitchen who was cooking fresh eggs from his farm hens. He smiles at her every time she goes through the arch into the musky kitchen. All the other macaws were well into their morning slumber, but Rosa can't wait for this day. She will finally go to a bird pageant. Just like everyone else in the house, she will be a star. Her owner calls her pretty enough to be in the pageant, why will she not win?

The golden collard macaw sweeps through the arch doorway and lands on the fridge against the wall. Her owner turns around, but he is not smiling at all. The eggs are not eggs either, they are chicks. HE KILLED CHICKS! His heart was clearly broken. He has boiled two chicks over a 140 degree burner before he could eat them. No, he wasn't crying, but he certainly was upset. Then the strange happened, every bird in the house started cawing loudly, banged on their door bells and toys, rubbed their beaks on their cage bars and hissed aggressively.

It sounded like a nightmare. The windows started to turn dark like the night, it was already 12:00am, middle of the night. What on earth happened? Her owner looked at her angry, furious. He grabs her by the legs and picks her up, then puts his body against her onto a wall. She could feel his heat waving into hers, then she feels nothing. She's cold, no hot anymore.

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Rosaki wakes up gasping, her body is covered in extreme heat. Why am I so hot? Her energy has dropped dramatically then she thought before. Was she dying? Then she notices that Krakarak has left the nest. Was he the chilling relief from the heat? She looks down from the nest and sees no sign of him. Has he..., Rosaki then remembers her diary, a perfect time to write in it! She pulls it out from under her and opens it up. The book's faces lifts up from the small nest's edges, making the pages fold over. She pulls out one foot and puts it on the folding diary pages.

She gets the pen that is embedded in a pen hold at the back of the book. It shines gold and has leather wrappings around the middle of it. Rosa clamps her toes and claws around the edge and then uses her beak to steer. Dear Diary, I have found myself in a nest with a confused crow that thinks he's a damned raven. I haven't found Iggy yet and I think I'm....dying. I don't know how long my body can last in this condition; sunken eyes, no feathers, hardly eating, and the occasional body slams to the ground from my wing strength. I'm growing so weak...At least I have assistance from the crow. But for now, he is gone out of the nest to somewhere and I will rest for a little bit longer. I woke up with a terrible fever.

She closes the diary and puts it back under her, she then curls back up and sleeps again. But before she dozed off completely, Krakarak shows up at the nest. Rosa lifts her head and looks at him with her red eyes. "Where have you been? Were you out searching for my sister?" She hopes for a 'yes' because there would be no other excuse besides expanding the nest or giving her medical help.

Word Count| 585

KEY:

• "i'm talking" #3c992f
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing #4fa186

NOTES: None

MUSE: 5/10

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo
  

She looks at the crow with a bit of a pleasant stare. She was glad he had come back, although, what he came back with made her stomach turn quite a bit. He had brought home a rat. A rat which she will refuse to eat, but will anyways. "I'm not exactly a rat eating macaw, but I can definitely use the nutrition." She bends down and takes the rat with her beak. How do I eat this? I can't exactly ask the question because it will make me sound stupid... So Rosa tries her best and roles the rat in her beak. All she tasted was the disgusting guts of it and it's soft skin sticking to the edge of her beak. She dare not look at the male while she was eating, for she was afraid of his future comment of if 'she is doing it wrong.'

From what she's seen on TV while watching her owner eat his cereal while observing Animal Planet, the birds usually gulp their food. So she tried it and it fell lazily down her throat. Rosa gasps for air as the rat fell no where near her stomach, making her choke. Oh God this is embarrassing!! The next step of being a carnivorous bird must take place, she jerks her head back in forth, forcing the rat to go down her tiny throat. It finally made it to her stomach and the taste of it lingered in her mouth. It was absolutely disgusting.

She shakes her head is disgust and licks the inside of her beak to rid the taste. She then looks up at the crow who seemed confused by the way she ate the rat. Maybe the flower will do me good...and take away that disgusting taste. Rosa is so use to the forest fruits and nuts and her owners last mix of store bought and home grown fruits and nuts that she despised the taste of meat, or even the site of it. She looks at the flower and cocks her head. Now how is she suppose to eat the flower? What is she to do with it? She looks up at him with her feather flared from the taste of the rat, "So what do I do with this flower?"

Word Count| 382

KEY:

• "i'm talking" #3c992f
  
• i'm thinking
  
• i'm writing #4fa186

NOTES: At least enough muse for this scene. I'm sorry for the delayed reply. -muse problems-

MUSE: WORDS, 5/10

WAGGIE TAGGIES

• Krakarak - Kangaroo