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Hm... I finally return after all this time and it seems there has been a schism. (jk) Am I still apart of Richardson Valley or should I get myself acquainted with Radiant Gardens?

As the two start to walk away he hops forward and squawks reflexively. "Er, 'scuse me. Maybe I can be of some assistance, bein a bird meself I can give a little advice." He holds his wing out, "But I won't be able to do much meself."

"Oh, nae. I'm not from the highlands meself, I just picked up this way of talking from me dad. Been around him since I be a chick." He looks at what he has in his hands. "Is everything alright here?"

(Paragus is a Peregrine Falcon.)\

Paragus was busy flying over Richardson Valley one more time (without realizing it), still not having any luck finding any landmarks. He had just finished eating a squirrel so he was ready to go for awhile. He looks down in the middle of the street, seeing a dog and a raccoon down in the street he f...

(Ha! I'm back!) Paragus wakes up perched on a limb in the woods. He's been searching for his home for a few days and has found not even the vaguest of hints as to where to go. As he takes off to go to Rav's house again, being the only place where he knows anybody, he overhears something in the woods...

Paragus, having been on his own scouting mission for the whole day so far, decides it's a good time to take a break. He spots the heavily wooded area and swoops down to a tree, landing on a top branch. From below he hears, "So are you naturally a stalker, or am I just that cute?" He looks ...

Paragus soars overhead, looking down at the building tops. This is how he is used to looking so he can tell better. Unfortunately he doesn't recognize anything, but that's what he's set out to do today. He lands on a building top and takes a few moments to let his sense of direction kick in (which u...

Paragus stretches out his wings and his back, flying over near the door and perching near to Sara. "Sara, I need to go out and search for anything else I can see. I thank ye for your kindness, I may be back one way or another." He sighs and starts to flap his wings. "I should be able ...

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Uh.... boom?

Paragus wakes up with a startle, letting out a loud squawk. He then begins to shout in response. "Quiet down you mangy doog, some of us are trying te be sleeping. What time is it?"

(Yes, he said doog, not dog. Us scottsmen are funny like that.)

"Thank ye ma'am. Ye truly be a kind soul." He moves around a little to make the blanket into a more circular shape so he can get to sleep himself which doesn't take long.

(Barn? Where exactly is this?)

He leans over and speaks into the crack "Please ma'am. I be lost. I flew and looked around all day and couldn't find out where I was. I just need some shelter for the night and then I'll be out of your hair by morning. It's too cold for me to be out safely." He sounds quite exhausted and l...

Paragus had taken off sometime during the day after the rain to look for familiar landmarks. However after flying all day he has no luck, so he goes to the only person he know here. Landing on Sara's windowpane again he begins tapping on it. Specifically doing "Shave and a Haircut" repeate...

Paragus is sitting by the open (I think) door looking outside, apparently causing him to calm down. He doesn't pay attention to the room, he just watches outside. "When the rain stops completely, I can go out and see if I recognize anything."

He glares up at Venison, puffing his feathers up in an instinctive and involuntary attempt to look bigger. "I don't know where I live, just how to be gettin' there and even then only from the sky. If you want to go up there and take a look be my guest. Now if you don't mind I don't much appreci...

Well, it's already been told she has had other owners in the vet story arc. I think she has abandonment issues. I know, it's ~such~ a bold and insightful statement. I'm not sure how I do it. Just call me Sherlock.

He ruffles his feathers a little, trying to calm down. "I be sorry. I'm not normally this easy to set off. It just the combination of being inside and the weather be messing with me sense of direction has me really on edge. Not sure I have enough self control." He takes a few deep breaths ...

He stands up and shakes the stars from his vision. "Nay, I need to get somewhere else. I'm claustrophobic." He closes his eyes and shivers a little. "But the blasted weather cut off access."

Paragus begins to breathe a little heavy, his shifitng growing more nervous. He keeps looking around in a most jumpy manner. Before long he's taken to full blown hyperventilation. "I need to get over here. I bein' smothered!" He takes off in flight... right into a different closed window w...

Paragus sits at the windowsill staring outside, shifting his feet about nervously, adjusting his position, all with a look of worry on his face. "If I'm too late he'll carve me gullet into a paperweight. When is the blasted rain goin' to stop?" (The gullet carving was a hyperbole for his p...

He opens his mouth as if to speak, then hesitates. "I donnae really know now that I thunk about it. I always be usin' me own sense of directions." He looks down ashamed of himself. "I didnae know the weather would get so hackit when I left home."

He holds a wing up to his beak in thought. "Ach, Mockingbird Lane? Never heard of the place. I must've been blown off course. Bloody silly t'ing to do. Cursed weather makes it impossible to find me way 'round right. And I t'aint got a way to contact me dad either. Hm...." He keeps talking ...

Paragus hops over to Sara and clears his throat a little. "Excuse me ma'am. I nae be searching for a home. Just some shelter for me tired bones until the weather clear up a bit, then I can return home." He looks up to the window with a tilted head. "Where be I anyways?"

"Oh, right lad. Lead the way." He swoops down onto the floor, hopping along behind the fox into the dining room.

He looks to Octavian. "Oh, aye. Hello. Here I was thinkin' I would nae be let in from the weather." Shivering a little he smiles as he tucks his wings in. "I be Paragus, forgive me intrusion but I can nae last out there on me own."

Yeah, that's what roadtrips are like for me.

Noticing the door open, he quickly takes the chance to swoop in before the hail gets any worse and lands on a chair inside. "Ach, thank ye big lad. Here I was thinkin' I was about to be stuck out there all the gurt night by me lonesome." He ruffles and shakes his feathers off a little. &qu...

*sigh* Apparently yes.

Flying through the freezing rain, the peregrine falcon soon learns he has no choice. He has to stop somewhere or he will get knocked out of the sky. Visibility is getting very poor and his wings are getting tired. He swoops down and lands on a windowsill, shivering and begins to peck at the window h...

Okay, I'll try it. Name: Paragus O'Niel Owner: Angus O'Neil Species: Peregrine Falcon (non-morphic due to cannon explanations of animals) Age: 3 Human years since I don't know the proper conversion Gang: No affiliation Appearance: http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFi...

The only thing I'm wondering is is he Crazy Uncle Reuben or just Uncle Reuben? Because crazy uncles are always the most fun.