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Author: Lady Snowfall
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Date Posted: 15:14:26 08/02/03 Sat
Entitled at hatching: Snowfall
Called by friends: Aunt Snow,/I>
Called by foes: Demon of the Snow “Joking I be but they should! Toohoo!”
Time since hatching: Seven years
Blood in veins: Snowy Owl
Gender: Female
Portrayal: She is a large, diurnal white Owl that has a rounded head, yellow-gold eyes and a black bill. The feet are heavily feathered. Heavily barred with thin, brown, horizontal bars, and has 5 tail bands. Body length is 26 inches, weight is around 60 ounces though hunting has been good lately so possibly more and her wingspan is about 62 inches.
Performance: Truly she lives up to the meaning “wise as a owl” though she is jolly ol’ gel and loves to be merry rather than serious more times than not. In her own words she is a “spectacular flier of the great blue beyond and marvelous hunter of the land.” Though she prefers to sleep during the day and hunt at night, sometimes she does things backwards.
Narration of earlier days: “Well deary I grew up in the Artic tundra… dreadfully cold ye know. My father was a great hunter named Last Snow and my mother was Cloudfall (that’s how I got my name, halt and halt, doncha know!). Anyhoo… I had 3 sisters and one brother. Greedy things they were. Toohoo! The days I spent in Arctic tundra were dreadful, my dear. Lack of food. My family left me. And my mate Blizzard Call died on a hunt. I was miserable. Well, I always been a wanderer since I first took to the sky so one day I said to self, ‘Snowy.” That’s what I call myself mind ye, anyhoo… ‘Snowy,’ I said. ‘You should travel to new lands, doncha know and see what’s out there.’ And mind you that’s just what I did.
Favorite Greeting: “Toohoo! Toohoo! How doo you doo!”
The female soared over the neutral land of equines. Reeling in her thoughts was her mission on which no one sent her and perhaps lunch. Powerful up and downbeats of her wings were made as she soared high in the skies. Bright yellow eyes of blinked then stared at a small mouse nibbling on some grain many feet below. Normally she hunted at night but her schedule was a tad messed up today. Silent as a ghost she swooped down on the unsuspecting mouse and in a flash had her talons wrapped around it. Swooping over to a nearby tree she had herself a nice lunch of a crunchy, yet tender fieldmouse.
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