Down With The Court

i’ve been celebrating my birthday since yesterday and have plans ongoing through monday

so i’ll be less active than usual (which isn’t very active i know ;-; )

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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.

A whistle,

A cheep,

Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.

There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.

Agent Bluebird had gotten out of half his restraints, somewhat, fumbling still with raw fingers over the locks at his ankles.

"H- Hello?"

Talon had been young when it fell into The Court’s clutches. It vowed to not let the same happen to another.

Talon’s wrists strained against the bonds. It wished desperately for its clawed gloves once more, so that it may slice though the bindings and break free.

Talon made another whistle and click, before remembering its own voice.

Was it wreckless to talk to a stranger? Yes.

It was undoubtedly stupid and fully against protocol to talk with anyone while captured on a mission! And, yet, Bluebird caved with a chirp, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't one of them.

“Talon is scared,” it admitted, voice wobbling, “thought it had escaped but it is here—!”

It warbled pitifully, tugging at the restraints as a feeling of hopelessness set in. It could never be free of The Court. It was doomed to always come back.

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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.

Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.

Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.

She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.

Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...

"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.

"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"

LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.

Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?

“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.

It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”

It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.

It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.

"Okay! Okay! Rowan will! Please stop moving, she does not want to hurt you."

Rowan examined the restraints, they were strong, but she might be able to slice through them. But Talon seemed panicked, it would be better to get the tubes out before the restraints so Talon did not hurt itself trying to escape immediately.

"Rowan will try to get these out."

She spoke calmly, a tinge of worry in her voice as she saw the tubes go inside Talon's skin.

Rowan chirped nervously as she tried to find the source of the tubes. This was too much like the Labs for her liking.

"This might hurt." She warned, tearing off a piece of her sleeve with her teeth, to press against its shoulders when she pulled them out. She wasn't sure exactly how fast Talon's healing factor was, but she didn't want to take any risks.

"Take deep breaths," She advised, ears flattening against her skull in anticipation as she grabbed some of the tubes, before pausing. Yanking them out may not be wise,

It took slow, measured breaths, counting a rhythm it vaguely remembers learning in darkened caverns. Meditative. Slow.

“Blood,” Talon said, eyes looking to the tubes with mild disgust. “Talon has different blood. Gives Talon black blood.” It knew the tubes would be painful to remove, but they would heal over fast, like the IV it remembered getting at home.

Home. Talon missed its nest dearly.

It let out a saddened warble. It wanted its family.

"Rowan is going to remove it, okay?" She said soothingly, bracing Talon with a hand on its shoulder. "Keep breathing." This was really stressful, she didn't want to hurt Talon more than necessary.

"3...2..." Rowan realised midway through that the countdown might only scare Talon more, so she just swiftly pulled it out, immediately pressing the fabric over the wound.

"It is okay, it is out." Rowan said to Talon, for her just as much as for it, her hands were shaking a lot, ears still pinned back. "It is over, good job."

As the tube was pulled from Talon, it let out a pained cry, only to go quiet once again soon after. It was shaking. If it could shiver, it imagined it would feel like this.

It wasn’t until Rowan had finished slicing away the restraints that Talon finally moved, rubbing at the skin of its wrists. It chirped quietly, tilting its head as it looked to Rowan.

N-no! Talon escaped The Court! Talon will not go back!

Talon will not go back The Court.

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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.

A whistle,

A cheep,

Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.

There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.

Agent Bluebird had gotten out of half his restraints, somewhat, fumbling still with raw fingers over the locks at his ankles.

"H- Hello?"

Talon had been young when it fell into The Court’s clutches. It vowed to not let the same happen to another.

Talon’s wrists strained against the bonds. It wished desperately for its clawed gloves once more, so that it may slice though the bindings and break free.

Talon made another whistle and click, before remembering its own voice.

(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)

Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.

Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.

Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.

She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.

Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...

"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.

"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"

LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.

Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?

“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.

It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”

It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.

It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.

"Okay! Okay! Rowan will! Please stop moving, she does not want to hurt you."

Rowan examined the restraints, they were strong, but she might be able to slice through them. But Talon seemed panicked, it would be better to get the tubes out before the restraints so Talon did not hurt itself trying to escape immediately.

"Rowan will try to get these out."

She spoke calmly, a tinge of worry in her voice as she saw the tubes go inside Talon's skin.

Rowan chirped nervously as she tried to find the source of the tubes. This was too much like the Labs for her liking.

"This might hurt." She warned, tearing off a piece of her sleeve with her teeth, to press against its shoulders when she pulled them out. She wasn't sure exactly how fast Talon's healing factor was, but she didn't want to take any risks.

"Take deep breaths," She advised, ears flattening against her skull in anticipation as she grabbed some of the tubes, before pausing. Yanking them out may not be wise,

It took slow, measured breaths, counting a rhythm it vaguely remembers learning in darkened caverns. Meditative. Slow.

“Blood,” Talon said, eyes looking to the tubes with mild disgust. “Talon has different blood. Gives Talon black blood.” It knew the tubes would be painful to remove, but they would heal over fast, like the IV it remembered getting at home.

Home. Talon missed its nest dearly.

It let out a saddened warble. It wanted its family.

@taiga-rin 🌱

Hello Owlet!!

Talon is a Talon, not a bird!

Ohhh okay!

Liger cub is very scary!

So cub will become big and strong? Very scary!!

(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)

Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.

A whistle,

A cheep,

Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.

There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.

(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)

Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.

It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.

It hadn’t noticed the masks.

Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.

The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.

One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.

The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.

No. No, no, no, no, no!

It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!

The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.

Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.

Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.

Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.

She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.

Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...

"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.

"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"

LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.

Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?

“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.

It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”

It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.

It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.

@taiga-rin 🌱

Hello Owlet!!

Talon is a Talon, not a bird!

Ohhh okay!

Liger cub is very scary!