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For Larry Silverfall
In silence it arrives, its flight untroubled by the unrelenting rainfall. It arrives unnoticed for few things would be so difficult to perceive by those unprepared for its arrival as the silent gliding of a dusky owl within the gray darkness of a storm. Owls hunt in silence, moving with effortless swiftness to a sudden seizure of prey caught unawares by grasping talons. Here, however, the small owl stalks no physical prey and neither beak nor talons shall end the life of some small, untroubled creature with a sudden tearing of sinew from bone. Prey of a much different sort is sought by the dusky bird this evening. With a purposeful boldness it changes the course of its gliding movement upon the wings and flies downward near the place where the one called Larry Silverfall stands, the muted beating of its wings as it draws close the only indication of its arrival. It hoots softly drawing the attention of the adventurer away from his thoughts to the rapid approach of its bared talons. The talons snap closed just before they reach his eyes, seizing nothing but his attention and with the same swift and silent boldness with which it approached, the owl whose name is Whisper rises upward upon the wind and is soon gone.
ooc: Larry – I just sent a PM your way. I’m also assuming that your character is the only one who would possibly recognize this owl.
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