Little Caged Songbird

yamyams:

I promise.

[ Worren is just not a happy camper right now ]

[ Worren is just not a happy camper right now ]

[ Little birdie ]

[ Little birdie ]

"Hello~?"

snowbound-huntsman:

wren-the-songbird:

snowbound-huntsman:

12. They got locked out of their home

(Using modern names and setting since it is a phone call)

"Don’t worry Fang, we’ll get back in."

He couldn’t believe this had happened, gripping the leash in his hand he leaned over to pet the great wooly beast he called a dog. Fishing out his cellphone, and patting his pockets one more time to be sure, he dialed the only number he could call and not be totally ridiculed from.

"H-hey it’s me, yeah? Do you uh… have a moment? I kinda need some help."

 

"You what?!" Break into his own home? The woman leaned against her door, keeping her phone close but she sighed heavily then ran a hand through her bangs. "Bryin, I know you don’t want to call your dad, but don’t you have a spare key somewhere?"

Wren pursed her lips before she took in a breath. “… Alright. You could just come over.” She placed a hand on her hip. “Do  you still want me to help break in?”

Bryin winced some at her tone, looking down to see a sympathetic glance from Fang. Rubbing the back of his neck he switched ears and shuffled his feet.

"Well you see, uh… Tavi— er.. Octavius Jones? He’s been kind of rooming with me these past few weeks. He has my spare key and he’s out of town for the week."  Bryin almost didn’t believe the story himself, if it weren’t for the screeches of horror that he woke up to the first time Fang slobbered all over one of those fancy suits Jones owned.

"I can come over for a bit if you don’t mind Fang, but I need to get in sooner or later."

"My goodness!" And, he was right, despite the fact that he’d be coming over he does have to go home eventually. She rubbed her forehead for a moment before she plopped her hand down onto her side then went to her desk to grab her keys and purse that hung by her bed. "Alright. I’ll come over. Lucky for you, Walter is out with …Lisa or. Lilla. Or—" she waves a hand then leaves her room, already going for the door. 

"It doesn’t matter! He’s out for the rest of the night and thank the Lord, because I wouldn’t hear the end of it." She knows that her roommate has been relentless on her for wanting to have a night with someone. He’s already nosy as it is. "I’ll be there as soon as I can."

"Hello~?"

snowbound-huntsman:

wren-the-songbird:

snowbound-huntsman:

12. They got locked out of their home

(Using modern names and setting since it is a phone call)

"Don’t worry Fang, we’ll get back in."

He couldn’t believe this had happened, gripping the leash in his hand he leaned over to pet the great wooly beast he called a dog. Fishing out his cellphone, and patting his pockets one more time to be sure, he dialed the only number he could call and not be totally ridiculed from.

"H-hey it’s me, yeah? Do you uh… have a moment? I kinda need some help."

"Some help?" Wren stood up from her seat, holding the cell phone close. She tilted her head a little, chuckling. "What kind of help do you need from me, hm?" The woman looked down at the music sheets on her desk but then looked away. She can hold practice off. 

He cleared his throat, mildly embarassed.
"I uh… need to break into my house— okayhearmeout" He shot quickly, before she could ask what he meant.

"So I locked myself out of the house when I went to take Fang for a walk, and uh while my doors are locked, the balcony on the second floor isn’t, and I was wondering if maybe you could help me out? You’re light enough I could pick up and put on the balcony, yeah? 

Do… do ya think you could help me out? I… reallydon’twanttocallmydad”

He muttered, shame and embarrassment filling his tone as he sat on the curb next to Fang.

"You what?!" Break into his own home? The woman leaned against her door, keeping her phone close but she sighed heavily then ran a hand through her bangs. "Bryin, I know you don’t want to call your dad, but don’t you have a spare key somewhere?"

Wren pursed her lips before she took in a breath. “… Alright. You could just come over.” She placed a hand on her hip. “Do  you still want me to help break in?”

Where’s My Leaves..? - Child m!a - RP Starter to Wren-The-Songbird

ask-the-tree-guard:

wren-the-songbird:

"Now, I do not believe I have seen you before." said a voice. Another child, either a cursed soul or the result of impulse and delusion. The little guard would see a pair of eyes appearing at the bottom of the shadow made by the shade of the tree. It was then a small little blob of creature poked its head out and tilted it. 

"Are you new? Or have you been around for a long, long time? I sure hope not." the little thing shook its head. "This place is no place for children. …" the blob leaned closer, peering at the child. "But you are more than what you seem, aren’t you."

The sudden voice made him jump a little bit startled, looking around at first but as he didn’t see anyone his eyes returned down to were he found anouther pair if eyes looking back at him. Even if he had a rather nervous nature the shadow thing didn’t actually set him off, beeing used to see those around lurking around.

Yet he listened carefully as the small creature spoke, having caught his attention. The odd statements and questions made him a tad confused but got to nod slowly at the last. Well he knew he wasn’t human that’s for sure, he used to be a tree like all the others in the forest but now he felt all bare without his leaves.

"Really?" The Queen knew she felt something about the child. The little blob tilted its head from side to side. "What were you before? Or, who are you now?" Curiosity was bubbling, and she still wondered just how long this child has been out and about. The fact remains, it wasn’t safe here.

Where’s My Leaves..? - Child m!a - RP Starter to Wren-The-Songbird

ask-the-tree-guard:

As time had passed and the days still getting warmer and more difficult to be out in the sun, the little boy had seeked cover under one of the big trees, just for a little break from both walking and the intense heat lately. Huffing out tiredly as he didn’t do that well in the warmth, but in general he didn’t do well alone like this. 

It had all started so suddenly when he had awoken in this strange shape just a few days ago, many of the important needs and dangerous of being a human as well as an mystery to the little guard. But what got to sadden him the most was that he didn’t have his leaves anymore, at least not really. He had a small cloak thing on his back that he liked to keep close, reminding him of his real leaves as he really missed them. Both protecting him from night and weather when he needed it the most…

"Now, I do not believe I have seen you before." said a voice. Another child, either a cursed soul or the result of impulse and delusion. The little guard would see a pair of eyes appearing at the bottom of the shadow made by the shade of the tree. It was then a small little blob of creature poked its head out and tilted it. 

"Are you new? Or have you been around for a long, long time? I sure hope not." the little thing shook its head. "This place is no place for children. …" the blob leaned closer, peering at the child. "But you are more than what you seem, aren’t you."

ask-the-tree-guard:

wren-the-songbird:

((*waves with both hands in the air* I have babu here for u if you want..? ;o; ))

[ why yes I have seen this little babu ]

((Are you maybe up for it if I make us an starter maybe? ;w; Idk if any ideas or just winging it maybe? :’3 ))

[ I do not mind that at all! ]

((*waves with both hands in the air* I have babu here for u if you want..? ;o; ))

[ why yes I have seen this little babu ]

[ around and suddenly interested in a quick rp

[ but too lazy to starter. 8’D ]