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A LITTLE BIRDY convinced me to finally update this.
I made him look huge
because he is
onto the good stuff....

IDENTIFICATION
Name:
Westly

Age:
2 years 6 months

Gender:
Male

Court:
Autumn

Title:
Combatant

Artifact:
Small White Griffon's Talon on a black twine/reed necklace.

Spiritual/Shadow Mimicry:
Power 1|Illusion-The user can create one or two copies of itself with the use of shadows. The copies cannot speak or use any powers and fade rather easily.
Power 2|Mind control-The user can control a small animal through the user of shadows briefly. Their target, however, must be in close range.
Power 3|Sneak-The user can melt into a shadow of sorts, and sneak up on their target. This takes a reasonable amount of energy.

Appearance:
Westly is a large felmark with long thick fur. He isn't very muscular and the only real definition to his form is the thick fur. His muscles are lightly defined and tawny at best. He's mostly white with a brown patch on his back and neck and tail that are combined with even darker brown stripes. Underneath this is a layer of tan with golden stripes, the patches connect, sort of like a quilt. His face is entirely this tan color with a dark brown mask, white around the eyes, and dark brown stripes. His ears are also brown and the top of his nose is that darker tan color. The fur tuft on the top of his head is dark brown, like his stripes, and connects to the main back stripes that goes all the way down to his tail. It has a curl in the front, which is very slight. The most unique things about him, minus his incredible stature, his is bright blue eyes and the single piece of wheat or hay or similar plant he often has in his mouth. He's a very angry felmark and often chews on it to calm himself down- he's rarely seen without it. He's most sensitive about his tiny scraggly horns, which have always been tiny and scraggly compared to the rest of him.
( 9gag.com/gag/areGgmd All the cat he could be)

Personality:
[Arrogant][Petulant][Bold][Anti-Social][Grumpy][Brooding][Sarcastic][Intelligent][Lonely][Sweet]

Arrogant/Bold: It's the bad version of confidence, he's too confident. Which can be seen good or bad, I suppose. Westly is sure of his abilities and confident in the fact he could take anyone on, big or small. The truth is, he's more talk than action- he can't actually defeat anyone he claims to be able to. It's more of a facade than anything- he claims to be able to do such feats but wouldn't prove it. He often finds excuses to not show his apparently great skills and vast potential. He honestly thinks very little of himself but he puts on a show- and would never admit to having a very low self esteem. He acts arrogant, but he isn't. (Except in the area of intelligence.) He will speak his mind and he isn't afraid of insulting any felmark who makes him cross.
"I could kill you but it would be a terrible waste of energy, which is a shame, the world could do better without you in it."

Petulant/Grumpy/Brooding: Insolent and rude in speech and behavior, which is basically the definition of petulant. It can also mean anger when you don't get things your way- which is exactly what Westly gets, he gets angry if others do not agree with him because he takes pride in his intellect and sees himself far smarter than others. (Despite thinking little of himself true arrogance shows in the area of intelligence, not in physical abilities such as brute strength. Though, he'd rather be tough stuff than just smart and weak.) He has a very sour attitude and is very pessimistic, he sees things half empty. Which leads to brooding, which means showing deep unhappiness of thought. He just isn't a very happy felmark. He's one of those, the world is against me, and no one can change that. When it comes to his anger he isn't the boiling kind of anger where he instantly screams and yells more so the passive aggressive kind- but push him over the edge and he will provide results- to your face.
"Fine, have it your way. Or, you could have an ounce of intelligence and agree with me, but of course that requires an ounce of intelligence- which you surely don't have."

Anti-Social/Lonely/Sweet: He doesn't feel like he fits anywhere, or that anyone could possibly understand him- so he shoves everyone away. He wishes he could just be accepted but his personality gets in the way. The only one who knows how lonely he is would be his familiar, and his familiar often tries to get him to converse with others. He makes it hard though. He doesn't trust anyone with his emotions- but like any social creature, yerns and desires a friend more than anything. He wouldn't speak a word of this to anyone as his facade has him as a felmark who doesn't need anybody. (He doesn't believe in the magic of friendship.) In actuality, he's very sweet and somewhat gentle but he feels weak and inferior and to compensate for that- he became a jerk. He will do good deeds and cover them up with some witty remark. For example, he would say it was required to do so, and that he really didn't want to, or that he felt like doing it- not for them but for him- to make himself look good. He's his sweetest when he's alone with his familiar, his true self, a gentle, inteligent, quirky felmark who doesn't know where he fits.
"You? You want to be my friend? What ever did give you the impression I, the great Westly, needed someone like you, a pathetic nobody like you, as a friend? Leave me be. It's bad enough I'm stuck with the bird. "

Sarcastic/Intelligent: He's very smart and his intelligence is the one thing he actually would take some form of pride in, one way or another. However, being clever often isolates you than allowing you to make friends- as he cannot handle the sheer stupidity of others, and would not put that aside just to satisfy his lonely soul. He also says a lot of things he doesn't mean, especially in the area of compliments, he's very sarcastic.
"Oh you're as clever as ever, aren't you? My my, I've never met one who could fail at catching a single prey in such an expert way- do tell, how did you ever become so good at failure?"

FAMILIAR
Name:
Ariana

Age:
2 years 6 months

Gender:
Female

Species:
Blue Jay

Appearance:
She's small for her species, most Blue Jays are about 9 to 12 inches in length but she measures out at about 8 inches in length, from beak to tail. She is a larger bird but Westly is a large Felmark, so they were made for each other- sort of. Anyway, she's mostly light blue with a white mask and under belly. Her beak is black and her wings are striped black with lighter blues and darker blues in some segments. Her legs and talons are also black. She has a black marking around her eye that connects to a black marking that outlines her cheek and goes around to the back of her head. The most characteristic thing about blue jays are the feathers on their head, that point backwards and form a somewhat funny hair style. (Feather style?) Her and Westly share this. www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/PH…

Personality:
[Gentle][Kind][Short Tempered][Motherly][Sweet][Lazy]

Gentle/Kind/Sweet: If anything, too kind and lets way to many things go. Especially since Westly, in public, often bashes her and mentions how annoyed he is with her- even if it isn't the truth, and she knows, she doesn't retaliate and merely allows it. She often snuggles and finds things for Westly, doing most favors he asks.
"Say as you wish, Westly, say as you wish."

Short Tempered/Motherly: She does let a lot of things go when it comes to Westly but she does get cross when another gets cross with Westly, as she sees herself more or less like Westly's mother and will defend him. Westly often has to intervene to keep her from going after a felmark for something silly. She let's anything Westly says go but she will not take it from others- and despite it being seen as rude- will talk to other felmarks and give them a piece of her mind. If Westly goes too far though, she will give him a sort of look and it often shuts him up. She's very protective of him and often snuggles him and picks at his fur tuft- things you'd expect a mother to do- she can be a bit overbearing and often reminds him to eat or bathe- simple things.
"What did you say, felmark? He's a lot smarter than you! How dare you call him an idiot...why I ought to...."

Lazy: She isn't too lazy but she prefers riding on his back or on the top of one of his scraggly antlers than flying about, and because of this, she has become a wee bit over weight and can't fly long distances. Westly often insults her over her weight more than anything else. She isn't too heavy though and it isn't that noticable. She doesn't mind doing favors for Westly but will decline if they involve something too rigorous- or flying.
"Up there? You want me to fly all the way to that branch to look for food? Why can't you just climb up there, and I can ride right here, safe on your antler?"

BACKSTORY:
You have to wonder why a smart cat would become a combatant instead of a scholar, right? Well this all boils down the "jocks" of the Autumn court being more popular, and in a last ditch effort to try and fit in- he tried to become something he's not, a fighter. Despite his stature Westly is actually average strength at best, and his hunting skills are less than par. So, once it was evident how pathetic he was at being a combatant he became a vicious sort of creature and pushed everyone away. He was sick and tired of being laughed at and is now a pathetic excuse for a combatant. He now spends most of his days alone with his familiar- still deep inside longing to be accepted. The gentle and shy cat he was before. It's actually pretty common for the most abused souls, the most gentle and sweet to become the most hideous in every way shape and form. When one pushes you away, that is merely only a silent scream of wanting someone to notice. It's that sort of complex. Perhaps I should start at the begining.

He was born in a litter of four to the Autumn Court Scholar Sera, and was the only surviving kitten. So his mother was pretty careful and kept a close eye on him at all times, smothering him essentially. He was often teased for not having a father, mostly because his father wasn't in the picture at all- and his mother refused to talk about it. He tried to make a point that he didn't care but still yerns to this day to know who that felmark was- and why it couldn't be spoken about. He was an awkward kit with scrawny antlers and didn't fit in, he was fascinated in how things worked and why they worked, not playing or rough housing- which more or less isolated him as a kit. Besides, he couldn't fight, despite being large for his age he was physically weak, not much of anything. He was often teased for being the brainiac son of a scholar, for being weak, for having small antlers and last but not least- not having a father. So as you can guess- he wanted to prove himself to the other kits that he really wasn't that bad. He wasn't going to be a scholar- he was going to be a combatant. No longer would he be a nerdy felmark being teased, he'd be a force to be reckoned with.

He turned six moons which to him felt like eons and finally got his familiar and the job he wanted, a student learning to be a combatant. However, he failed epically at being a combatant and could barely even be called one, graduating with the bare minimal requirements of a combatant and fell into a deeper state of loneliness. It was after graduating he realized that changing yourself to please others was absolutely pointless- that either way they wouldn't like him- so he started to push everyone away- becoming a snarly jerk of a cat. He only needed himself, no one else, and slipped into a facade of having an incredibly large ego. He would lie about his abilities as a combatant- that he could take on four felmarks easily- when the truth was that because of his stature he was very clutzy with his paws and often tripped in battle. If no cat was going to accept him, they might as well hate him- for a reason. Everyone had turned their back on him so he turned his back on them, becoming angstier as time grew on.

Fun Facts:
1.) He doesn't go anywhere without his bit of hay or wheat.
2.) Despite being very inteligent he chose to be a combatant in order to get some approval only to find later that being a combatant was nothing special, also that he sucked at it incredibly- which only made him more miserable and envy scholars.
3.) He's very sensitive about the size of his antlers.
4.) He has a love/hate relationship with his familiar.
5.) This is the number five, be amazed.
6.) Has a half brother, older, also in Autumn Court. (Daddy dearest slept around.)
7.) This half bro is fav.me/d7yz50x .

ROLEPLAY:
Timezone:
Mountain Time
Roleplay Method:
Skype! (Will be flexible for Notes)
Plot Meme:
None

Roleplay Example:
[Taken from a RP with Yolly Polly Ollie! ]
He was always slightly startled when she laughed but he couldn’t help but crack a smirk at her innocent little giggles. She looked like she hadn’t done so in a long time. He figured she needed it. However it did take a stab at his ego and it made him grumble a little. Here he was talking to a little girl, playing games and such. Heh. “I think a lot of felmarks will not possibly stand a chance at getting it right. If one of the dull Autumn court fools does, I might feel rather offended.” He chuckled before he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the flower but once she wiggled her nose and purred he figured everything was all right. He couldn’t help though but feel incredibly cheesy after it all and merely looked down and gave off an awkward cough. He adjusted the bit of wheat or hay in his mouth. “Heh, you think so huh?” He flicked his ears up and eyed the flower. “Bees are strange creatures, the very thought of racing a flower seems rather silly and peculiar to me, Tess. If it thinks it could race one, I don’t think a bee has the intelligence to admire such…. Beauty.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, flowers to bees are food. I don’t find rodents admirable in the slightest, perhaps it is a bit of that as well?” He mused.

“No problem squirt.” He said simply in return to her thanks. “Twas a pleasure.” He added before he yawned and stretched out. He arched his back up and kneaded the ground aimlessly before he returned to his standard standing position. “Had fun?....oh well…. I’m honored to have created such…. fun for you Tess….I suppose I’d like to see you again too.” He mumbled, unsure on how to feel about the situation. He really never had a friend, if he could call Tess a friend anyway. What a peculiar friendship to have, she was so much younger. She was wise for her age though and gave him a much more exhilarating time then the mindless buffoons of his own court. If it counted, his only friend was his familiar, but she was more so an annoying mother or sister than a friend. A nuisance with a voice.

She then did something strange that only made him feel weirder, perhaps awkward, about the situation. She purred and then timidly pushed her nose onto his shoulder. He stood there, frozen, and his ears drooped nervously. He merely blinked. He hadn’t experienced this before. It was strange, wondrous strange. “What are you doing, Tess?” He asked as he cocked his head to the left. “Pardon my….awkwardness I have never received such a strange gesture.” He muttered before he recollected himself. “But yes, we ought to do this again. Perhaps next time I won’t scare you so close to death, hmm?” He chuckled softly.

Ariana watched the scene with a bit of shock upon her blue jay face. She seemed surprised that Westly had offered the girl a flower but her expression fell back to her normal happiness. She looked over to Jewel to only see her dart off. She blinked- such an energetic little bird. It amazed her how fast she was. She was sure she had said something before she had departed but in the midst of shock hadn’t quite caught it. She guessed it was leaving time though, given how Jewel had perched herself back on the she-mark’s one and only horn. She opened her wings and returned to her previous perch, one of Westly’s scraggly antlers. Westly merely blinked when he felt the familiar (hahah pun intended) weight of his familiar and glanced up at her. “Must you always perch there? You have two wings for a reason.” He grumbled but didn’t do anything to shoo her off. His eyes moved from his blue jay companion back to Tess only to follow upward to her small humming bird familiar. Jewel looked oddly smug and he only raised a brow at her. “Why is she looking at me like that?” He blinked. He shook it off, “Never mind…. I must be leaving….doesn’t matter anyway. I wish you a good evening Tess…and as for your familiar.” He narrowed his eyes. “Pleasantries to you as well, bird.”

Description

A LITTLE BIRDY convinced me to finally update this.
I made him look huge
because he is
onto the good stuff....

IDENTIFICATION
Name:
Westly

Age:
2 years 6 months

Gender:
Male

Court:
Autumn

Title:
Combatant

Artifact:
Small White Griffon's Talon on a black twine/reed necklace.

Spiritual/Shadow Mimicry:
Power 1|Illusion-The user can create one or two copies of itself with the use of shadows. The copies cannot speak or use any powers and fade rather easily.
Power 2|Mind control-The user can control a small animal through the user of shadows briefly. Their target, however, must be in close range.
Power 3|Sneak-The user can melt into a shadow of sorts, and sneak up on their target. This takes a reasonable amount of energy.

Appearance:
Westly is a large felmark with long thick fur. He isn't very muscular and the only real definition to his form is the thick fur. His muscles are lightly defined and tawny at best. He's mostly white with a brown patch on his back and neck and tail that are combined with even darker brown stripes. Underneath this is a layer of tan with golden stripes, the patches connect, sort of like a quilt. His face is entirely this tan color with a dark brown mask, white around the eyes, and dark brown stripes. His ears are also brown and the top of his nose is that darker tan color. The fur tuft on the top of his head is dark brown, like his stripes, and connects to the main back stripes that goes all the way down to his tail. It has a curl in the front, which is very slight. The most unique things about him, minus his incredible stature, his is bright blue eyes and the single piece of wheat or hay or similar plant he often has in his mouth. He's a very angry felmark and often chews on it to calm himself down- he's rarely seen without it. He's most sensitive about his tiny scraggly horns, which have always been tiny and scraggly compared to the rest of him.
( 9gag.com/gag/areGgmd All the cat he could be)

Personality:
[Arrogant][Petulant][Bold][Anti-Social][Grumpy][Brooding][Sarcastic][Intelligent][Lonely][Sweet]

Arrogant/Bold: It's the bad version of confidence, he's too confident. Which can be seen good or bad, I suppose. Westly is sure of his abilities and confident in the fact he could take anyone on, big or small. The truth is, he's more talk than action- he can't actually defeat anyone he claims to be able to. It's more of a facade than anything- he claims to be able to do such feats but wouldn't prove it. He often finds excuses to not show his apparently great skills and vast potential. He honestly thinks very little of himself but he puts on a show- and would never admit to having a very low self esteem. He acts arrogant, but he isn't. (Except in the area of intelligence.) He will speak his mind and he isn't afraid of insulting any felmark who makes him cross.
"I could kill you but it would be a terrible waste of energy, which is a shame, the world could do better without you in it."

Petulant/Grumpy/Brooding: Insolent and rude in speech and behavior, which is basically the definition of petulant. It can also mean anger when you don't get things your way- which is exactly what Westly gets, he gets angry if others do not agree with him because he takes pride in his intellect and sees himself far smarter than others. (Despite thinking little of himself true arrogance shows in the area of intelligence, not in physical abilities such as brute strength. Though, he'd rather be tough stuff than just smart and weak.) He has a very sour attitude and is very pessimistic, he sees things half empty. Which leads to brooding, which means showing deep unhappiness of thought. He just isn't a very happy felmark. He's one of those, the world is against me, and no one can change that. When it comes to his anger he isn't the boiling kind of anger where he instantly screams and yells more so the passive aggressive kind- but push him over the edge and he will provide results- to your face.
"Fine, have it your way. Or, you could have an ounce of intelligence and agree with me, but of course that requires an ounce of intelligence- which you surely don't have."

Anti-Social/Lonely/Sweet: He doesn't feel like he fits anywhere, or that anyone could possibly understand him- so he shoves everyone away. He wishes he could just be accepted but his personality gets in the way. The only one who knows how lonely he is would be his familiar, and his familiar often tries to get him to converse with others. He makes it hard though. He doesn't trust anyone with his emotions- but like any social creature, yerns and desires a friend more than anything. He wouldn't speak a word of this to anyone as his facade has him as a felmark who doesn't need anybody. (He doesn't believe in the magic of friendship.) In actuality, he's very sweet and somewhat gentle but he feels weak and inferior and to compensate for that- he became a jerk. He will do good deeds and cover them up with some witty remark. For example, he would say it was required to do so, and that he really didn't want to, or that he felt like doing it- not for them but for him- to make himself look good. He's his sweetest when he's alone with his familiar, his true self, a gentle, inteligent, quirky felmark who doesn't know where he fits.
"You? You want to be my friend? What ever did give you the impression I, the great Westly, needed someone like you, a pathetic nobody like you, as a friend? Leave me be. It's bad enough I'm stuck with the bird. "

Sarcastic/Intelligent: He's very smart and his intelligence is the one thing he actually would take some form of pride in, one way or another. However, being clever often isolates you than allowing you to make friends- as he cannot handle the sheer stupidity of others, and would not put that aside just to satisfy his lonely soul. He also says a lot of things he doesn't mean, especially in the area of compliments, he's very sarcastic.
"Oh you're as clever as ever, aren't you? My my, I've never met one who could fail at catching a single prey in such an expert way- do tell, how did you ever become so good at failure?"

FAMILIAR
Name:
Ariana

Age:
2 years 6 months

Gender:
Female

Species:
Blue Jay

Appearance:
She's small for her species, most Blue Jays are about 9 to 12 inches in length but she measures out at about 8 inches in length, from beak to tail. She is a larger bird but Westly is a large Felmark, so they were made for each other- sort of. Anyway, she's mostly light blue with a white mask and under belly. Her beak is black and her wings are striped black with lighter blues and darker blues in some segments. Her legs and talons are also black. She has a black marking around her eye that connects to a black marking that outlines her cheek and goes around to the back of her head. The most characteristic thing about blue jays are the feathers on their head, that point backwards and form a somewhat funny hair style. (Feather style?) Her and Westly share this. www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/PH…

Personality:
[Gentle][Kind][Short Tempered][Motherly][Sweet][Lazy]

Gentle/Kind/Sweet: If anything, too kind and lets way to many things go. Especially since Westly, in public, often bashes her and mentions how annoyed he is with her- even if it isn't the truth, and she knows, she doesn't retaliate and merely allows it. She often snuggles and finds things for Westly, doing most favors he asks.
"Say as you wish, Westly, say as you wish."

Short Tempered/Motherly: She does let a lot of things go when it comes to Westly but she does get cross when another gets cross with Westly, as she sees herself more or less like Westly's mother and will defend him. Westly often has to intervene to keep her from going after a felmark for something silly. She let's anything Westly says go but she will not take it from others- and despite it being seen as rude- will talk to other felmarks and give them a piece of her mind. If Westly goes too far though, she will give him a sort of look and it often shuts him up. She's very protective of him and often snuggles him and picks at his fur tuft- things you'd expect a mother to do- she can be a bit overbearing and often reminds him to eat or bathe- simple things.
"What did you say, felmark? He's a lot smarter than you! How dare you call him an idiot...why I ought to...."

Lazy: She isn't too lazy but she prefers riding on his back or on the top of one of his scraggly antlers than flying about, and because of this, she has become a wee bit over weight and can't fly long distances. Westly often insults her over her weight more than anything else. She isn't too heavy though and it isn't that noticable. She doesn't mind doing favors for Westly but will decline if they involve something too rigorous- or flying.
"Up there? You want me to fly all the way to that branch to look for food? Why can't you just climb up there, and I can ride right here, safe on your antler?"

BACKSTORY:
You have to wonder why a smart cat would become a combatant instead of a scholar, right? Well this all boils down the "jocks" of the Autumn court being more popular, and in a last ditch effort to try and fit in- he tried to become something he's not, a fighter. Despite his stature Westly is actually average strength at best, and his hunting skills are less than par. So, once it was evident how pathetic he was at being a combatant he became a vicious sort of creature and pushed everyone away. He was sick and tired of being laughed at and is now a pathetic excuse for a combatant. He now spends most of his days alone with his familiar- still deep inside longing to be accepted. The gentle and shy cat he was before. It's actually pretty common for the most abused souls, the most gentle and sweet to become the most hideous in every way shape and form. When one pushes you away, that is merely only a silent scream of wanting someone to notice. It's that sort of complex. Perhaps I should start at the begining.

He was born in a litter of four to the Autumn Court Scholar Sera, and was the only surviving kitten. So his mother was pretty careful and kept a close eye on him at all times, smothering him essentially. He was often teased for not having a father, mostly because his father wasn't in the picture at all- and his mother refused to talk about it. He tried to make a point that he didn't care but still yerns to this day to know who that felmark was- and why it couldn't be spoken about. He was an awkward kit with scrawny antlers and didn't fit in, he was fascinated in how things worked and why they worked, not playing or rough housing- which more or less isolated him as a kit. Besides, he couldn't fight, despite being large for his age he was physically weak, not much of anything. He was often teased for being the brainiac son of a scholar, for being weak, for having small antlers and last but not least- not having a father. So as you can guess- he wanted to prove himself to the other kits that he really wasn't that bad. He wasn't going to be a scholar- he was going to be a combatant. No longer would he be a nerdy felmark being teased, he'd be a force to be reckoned with.

He turned six moons which to him felt like eons and finally got his familiar and the job he wanted, a student learning to be a combatant. However, he failed epically at being a combatant and could barely even be called one, graduating with the bare minimal requirements of a combatant and fell into a deeper state of loneliness. It was after graduating he realized that changing yourself to please others was absolutely pointless- that either way they wouldn't like him- so he started to push everyone away- becoming a snarly jerk of a cat. He only needed himself, no one else, and slipped into a facade of having an incredibly large ego. He would lie about his abilities as a combatant- that he could take on four felmarks easily- when the truth was that because of his stature he was very clutzy with his paws and often tripped in battle. If no cat was going to accept him, they might as well hate him- for a reason. Everyone had turned their back on him so he turned his back on them, becoming angstier as time grew on.

Fun Facts:
1.) He doesn't go anywhere without his bit of hay or wheat.
2.) Despite being very inteligent he chose to be a combatant in order to get some approval only to find later that being a combatant was nothing special, also that he sucked at it incredibly- which only made him more miserable and envy scholars.
3.) He's very sensitive about the size of his antlers.
4.) He has a love/hate relationship with his familiar.
5.) This is the number five, be amazed.
6.) Has a half brother, older, also in Autumn Court. (Daddy dearest slept around.)
7.) This half bro is fav.me/d7yz50x .

ROLEPLAY:
Timezone:
Mountain Time
Roleplay Method:
Skype! (Will be flexible for Notes)
Plot Meme:
None

Roleplay Example:
[Taken from a RP with Yolly Polly Ollie! ]
He was always slightly startled when she laughed but he couldn’t help but crack a smirk at her innocent little giggles. She looked like she hadn’t done so in a long time. He figured she needed it. However it did take a stab at his ego and it made him grumble a little. Here he was talking to a little girl, playing games and such. Heh. “I think a lot of felmarks will not possibly stand a chance at getting it right. If one of the dull Autumn court fools does, I might feel rather offended.” He chuckled before he rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the flower but once she wiggled her nose and purred he figured everything was all right. He couldn’t help though but feel incredibly cheesy after it all and merely looked down and gave off an awkward cough. He adjusted the bit of wheat or hay in his mouth. “Heh, you think so huh?” He flicked his ears up and eyed the flower. “Bees are strange creatures, the very thought of racing a flower seems rather silly and peculiar to me, Tess. If it thinks it could race one, I don’t think a bee has the intelligence to admire such…. Beauty.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, flowers to bees are food. I don’t find rodents admirable in the slightest, perhaps it is a bit of that as well?” He mused.

“No problem squirt.” He said simply in return to her thanks. “Twas a pleasure.” He added before he yawned and stretched out. He arched his back up and kneaded the ground aimlessly before he returned to his standard standing position. “Had fun?....oh well…. I’m honored to have created such…. fun for you Tess….I suppose I’d like to see you again too.” He mumbled, unsure on how to feel about the situation. He really never had a friend, if he could call Tess a friend anyway. What a peculiar friendship to have, she was so much younger. She was wise for her age though and gave him a much more exhilarating time then the mindless buffoons of his own court. If it counted, his only friend was his familiar, but she was more so an annoying mother or sister than a friend. A nuisance with a voice.

She then did something strange that only made him feel weirder, perhaps awkward, about the situation. She purred and then timidly pushed her nose onto his shoulder. He stood there, frozen, and his ears drooped nervously. He merely blinked. He hadn’t experienced this before. It was strange, wondrous strange. “What are you doing, Tess?” He asked as he cocked his head to the left. “Pardon my….awkwardness I have never received such a strange gesture.” He muttered before he recollected himself. “But yes, we ought to do this again. Perhaps next time I won’t scare you so close to death, hmm?” He chuckled softly.

Ariana watched the scene with a bit of shock upon her blue jay face. She seemed surprised that Westly had offered the girl a flower but her expression fell back to her normal happiness. She looked over to Jewel to only see her dart off. She blinked- such an energetic little bird. It amazed her how fast she was. She was sure she had said something before she had departed but in the midst of shock hadn’t quite caught it. She guessed it was leaving time though, given how Jewel had perched herself back on the she-mark’s one and only horn. She opened her wings and returned to her previous perch, one of Westly’s scraggly antlers. Westly merely blinked when he felt the familiar (hahah pun intended) weight of his familiar and glanced up at her. “Must you always perch there? You have two wings for a reason.” He grumbled but didn’t do anything to shoo her off. His eyes moved from his blue jay companion back to Tess only to follow upward to her small humming bird familiar. Jewel looked oddly smug and he only raised a brow at her. “Why is she looking at me like that?” He blinked. He shook it off, “Never mind…. I must be leaving….doesn’t matter anyway. I wish you a good evening Tess…and as for your familiar.” He narrowed his eyes. “Pleasantries to you as well, bird.”