Yo ho ho and a nest of eggs ||Open||

[megan]

A rusted metal human beast was stuck on the banks of the shallow water, long since abandoned and more than likely blown up in the process. The sheen of the metal was all but gone and covered by the dull earthy colored oxidization. Birds called this place home which meant a number of things for the predators slowly making their ways back to these lands. Chicken and eggs. That was really it. Birds flocked in areas on the deck of the ancient water dwelling, some guarding nests and others disregarding the safety of their future. Ruskea took her chances, daily, at acquiring either of the two sources of delicious delicious protein. Both of her wings were folded at her sides, finding that using them was actually a bit awkward and so she kept to her feet most of her days, but also because the poor feathers would more than likely be ripped from the feather shafts as she meandered through the twisting hallways to the huge holes in the hull. Quick paws carried her up to the top, where there were usually more nests abandoned for a time and the eggs were 'ripe for the picking'. A few seconds and she held a few in her jaws, and it was then that she took advantage of her wings and leapt off the highest point she was able to get to, gliding over to the earth again, and heading to a quiet spot in which she could eat, or rather, slurp, the goo from treasure chest.

||ooc| Apologies. I'll be doing minimums until I get back on my feet