It had been a number of hours that the fox-boy known as Kai had been across Arda, failing miserably at something he'd never had to do and thus never been good at, and, needless to say given what he was doing, getting himself hurt occasionally in the process.

The forests especially were rather problematic for him, with all the branches hanging down, even occasionally on the well-used paths. Which didn't help that the creature he was riding, the bird...thing, whatever it was, didn't seem to want to listen to him much.

All he knew about the yellow bird that looked similar to a giant chicken was that it was apparently good for riding. It was fast, large enough, and tough. And it clearly preferred creatures that didn't look like animals that hunted their smaller kin, if they were related to chickens.

Which led him to where he was now, the coast, letting the bird go on ahead to the water as the phoenix Menelura soared the sky ahead, a point of illumination in the darkness of night. Wandering over to the water as his mount started to drink, he sat down by its edge, not getting too close for his only slightly irrational dislike of large bodies of water, resting a hand over his chest where he was fairly certain he'd cracked a rib from a heavy impact into a low, thick branch. Why he continued to put up with the thing he wasn't sure, but it was his, so he'd at least get it to trust him before ever giving it up.

Looking up to the sky, he noticed something white, some kind of large bird perhaps, that couldn't have been his phoenix, which wasn't far away, a red glow painted lightly against the black sky.

Soaring above the darkened sky of night was a huge pile of feathers, a body of a bird. Happily it flew, thankful of the night’s darkness that released her from that human form in the daylight. It had only been a week since she had that fateful encounter with the witch. Hardly was her human legs able to walk very easily, and she had to take a rest ever few steps. She couldn’t understand why anyone could stand only walking on their feet. Heavily she flapped her wings to fly higher above the dark waters which crashed near the bank of sand. Stars twinkled above her in a shining white hue of sparkles. The sky seemed so big and wonderful, why would anyone enjoy being on their feet all their life?

Mosha had been an avian all her life; she didn’t have blood of a land walker in her. Instead her body became cursed while venturing in the rainforest. A vindictive witch had turned her bird appeared into something temperately for night time only. The fear she had in that day wouldn’t ever be forgotten as she gazed at those noodle like limbs. Although she continually had to remember how to walk with two legs, as soon as she became a bird once again, flying came back to her very quick. There were just some things that one couldn’t forget. Flying had come to her even has a little chuckling.

Hunger once again clutched her to hunt for fish. Nothing tasted better then fish, the best fish were the ones that came at night. Tipping her long neck down, she faced the water below as she descended. Slowly she flew downwards to where she could see tiny fishes swimming near the top of the water. So hungry, she thought while wondering if she would drool right now if she had her human mouth. Finally her belly scrapped the cold water, and her beak pointed downwards in the water. As if she were pecking at wood like a woodpecker, small fishes poured into her beak. After five minutes of this quick fishing trip, Mosha pulled her body and neck away from the sea and turned to fly towards the beach.

While flying towards the darkened beach, she spotted with her brown orbs a sight of two figures. As this interested the bird, she began to slow down so she could land on the beach. Out stretching her talons, they planted firmly on the sand, while she folded her two white wings. Turning her head to the side, she studied the two, a bird like being and some sort of fox creature. Since this fox had a bird by his side, then that meant he had no use to hurt her down for dinner. Slowly she moved her talons closer to the fox, and low peeps left her beak while she tried to speak to the other bird, “Is this one good to you?’ she politely asked.

((sorry for the horrible post XD))

(better than I often do >.< )

Upon seeing the white avian gather fish from the water with apparent ease, the large yellow bird greedily squawked, or at least made a sound rather similar to a squawk, and began to rush out to the water, its head darting quickly around, searching for any fish it might be able to gather up.

Thrusting its head forward with surprising speed, it did indeed manage to catch a fish just beneath the water's surface in the shallows after a few tries, and after waiting for the water to still and the fish to return to that particular area. Sighing lightly as he watched his bird work, Kai turned his attention instead to the white avian, which seemed to be saying something to his riding bird, which glanced back casually, the newly captured fish in its large beak, and nodded, apparently able to understand, before turning its attention back to the water, and its hunger.

Meanwhile, the phoenix Menelura, interested in what was occuring on the ground, soared down with her fiery wings outstretched to land lightly near the blue fox-boy, looking first to the current fisher with possibly a hint of exasperation in her eyes, then turned her attention to the white avian, somewhat larger than she, giving the creature an appraising glance for a brief moment.

"Who...are...you?" it said in low screeches, hoping its instinctual knowledge of avian speak was good enough to speak properly, having never had to use it before.

Meanwhile, Kai sat there in mild curiosity, not a clue what was going on or what to do in this situation, and, on another note, wishing he could come up with a decent name for that big yellow bird of his. All he could really think of right now was that, with night having fallen a short while ago, it would start to get cold here by the coast.

"I'll be right back," he said, getting up steadily, hoping not to alarm this other avian creature, wandering over to a slightly wooded area near the coast that wasn't far from him, reaching up and breaking down a few good branches before walking back over and setting them in a neat pile by where he'd been sitting earlier. Muttering a few words under his breath, he rotated his left hand quickly, producing a small fireball in it that he dropped onto the pile of wood, which ignited quickly and effectively, in a way that would hopefully burn for at least an hour or so. Noticing the fire, the yellow bird ran out of the water with its thin, stilt-like legs, sitting near it in a way that its body completely covered its legs.

Wet gains of sand stuck themselves against the talons, of Mosha as she stood inland. The feeling was dirty and clingy. She itched to clean off her talons as soon as possible, but now wasn’t possible because as soon as she cleaned them off, the dirty feeling sand would wash back up on her talons. In the cool night she gazed at the yellow bird with her brown jewels sparkling in the night air. Judging from the wing span she doubted the bird could fly for large distances if fly at all. Maybe this bird was one of those running only creatures that happened to have wings. These facts were running though her mind while she witnessed the bird nod to her, mouthful of fish in its beak. With this new information about the fox creature being good, the avian looked at the man with interest as she twitched her wings.

Following the urge of hunger the yellow bird went back to its own business. The water was fresh with all sorts of fish this season of year. Up north was a little too cold for some breeds of fish, so they swam down when the rivers meet up with the sea. In another right mind opinion, the sea was beautiful this time of night. It bore a dark mysterious hue that seemed to draw many birds in. How many hours were left until the sun would peak up from the water, Mosha didn’t know, but she would enjoy her time she had. Being in her bird body was such a happy feeling, that she began to sleep in the day and live lively at nighttime. It used to be different a week ago; it used to be early to sleep early to rise. Yet things had changed in a week’s time, and the sun now meant another meaning.

Turning her neck to sea, she gazed the waves as they crashed upon the sandbank. Shells dotted the wet sand like stars dotting the great big sky above. While Mosha stood upon the sand she heard wings flapping near her. The yellow bird wasn’t flying around she thought as she turned her head to see another winged creature coming near her. It didn’t take long until the loneliness she felt when the yellow bird left her, disappeared. There were fiery tips grazing upon the red wings of the bird that flew down to the sandy earth near her. The bird began to speak three words, all seeming to end with pauses as if it were trying to find the right sounds to speak the words.

A pause, then Mosha tried to make since of the words put together and made a cooing sound in her throat. “I’m Mosha,” She replied. Just then from the corner of her eye she found the fox boy leaving. A sad look bore on her eyes as she felt that maybe he was leaving because of her account. Since she was busy talking to the fire bird, she hadn’t heard his words that he would be back. Thus her heart skipped a beat while she looked towards the fox boy. There were a few sticks in his hand while he moved back, and like a dog greeting his master the avian chirped happily.

Soon a fire was made, remembering how chilly the night air was. It didn’t take long until she spotted the yellow bird coming back from more fishing to come near the fire. Mosha watched the bird; surely the winged creature hadn’t met the fear of fire yet. Yet as the avian gazed at the crackling flames, she held respect out of fear for fire. There would always torches following her when she would be hunted down like an animal. Many times she felt the harsh burns that fire gave it you got too close. A shiver ran down her spine as she moved away from the fire bird to go near the fire. Each step she took crunched down on the shell filled sands. Once she was a yard away from the fire, she bent her talons, folded her wings close together, and then sat upon the sand. She cooed once more from the friendly heat the camp fire gave.

Looking over to the white avian, the phoenix Menelura took note of a few of her reactions toward Kai, and toward the fire. It seemed to her like the creature wanted someone around, didn't want someone she'd just found to simply leave, which was the kind of thing the phoenix knew her master wouldn't do. She was relieved herself, however, that she seemed to have a good instinctual working knowledge of the avian language, something she might turn out to need later.

Kai himself noticed the avian's reaction at his return, a chirp that seemed to have a happy ring to it, as if it was glad that he'd come back. Strange creature, that much was certain, one he figured he could get to like.

Shifting his tail almost constantly around to keep it off the sand, he took a moment to feel the cool ocean breeze flowing lightly in along the coast, ruffling his fur a little as with the feathers of his yellow bird, but seeming to do little to the phoenix, whose feathers were mostly short and made of fire, more difficult to affect.

The sun, by now, was fully down in the horizon, not even a sliver of its light remaining, instead the surroundings now lit by the expansive star-filled horizon, and the flickering fire burning in the center of the four creatures now gathered near, one a humanoid, blue-furred fox and the rest three different types of avian creatures. Unusual company for the fox, that was for sure, but he seemed to be having some sort of odd affinity for avians recently. First his phoenix accompanying him, then this odd bird he'd been given, and now this strange white avian, who would probably be on her way once the night was over. Smiling faintly, he nonetheless couldn't help but find how peaceful this little time making empty camp at the beach was.

"Don't worry about the flame," Menelura screeched lightly, newfound confidence in its lingual ability allowing it to talk without pauses, hopefully still understood just as well as before. "Kai's flames are never used against any that he doesn't consider an opponent, and can even sometimes heal, like mine."

"Looks like you two seem to be getting along well enough," Kai said somewhat cheerfully, looking over to his phoenix and the white avian. "Too bad I can't understand anything you're saying, I can only sometimes understand my own more animal kin."