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Long-haired red tabby with green eyes.

Young and innocent, Barnabas currently is just a ball of orange fluff. Thick, fiery, red fur covers his body, warm and soft like a stuffed animal. His pelt is colored like the setting sky, bright against almost any background. Darker stripes dance down his fluffy pelt.

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It had been weeks, perhaps months even, since Zax showed his face among the tribe. After the large avian joined, he had attempted to get used to not being alone - the exact reason he even came here was for companionship- but the vulture just succeeded in closing himself off. Everything here was so strange, too different. Their magic powers and creatures large enough to swallow him whole scared him. While his kind had no natural predators, he didn't really want to find out what their diets were.

Even though he normally stayed away, he was anything but a freeloader. At this point, Zax knew the gist of the tribe operation. Living here meant hunting not just for yourself, but for everyone. Fight when the time comes, carry your own weight. He didn't just sit down and filled his belly all these days.

He was perched on a tree, gazing down at the territory with an observant gaze. A heartbeat passed before is spread his wings and flapped, gliding down to search for prey. He soon spotted a squirrel munching on a nut. Perfect. Quick as lightning, he grabbed the creature with his sharp talons, puncturing its side and killing it.

He circled back and landed on a patch of clear ground, where he dropped the fresh kill and cocked his head. It was a messy kill, all bloody and a bit crushed. Honestly speaking, he could have done better. This one should be one for himself, not good enough for the rest of the tribe. His stomach grumbled a bit- he was quite hungry. The bearded vulture reached down and grabbed the kill with his beak, scrunching up his neck ready to toss it in the air and eat it whole.

Zax didn't frequent the shabby wooden buildings that many of the tribe people stayed. He was very content with the little ledge in one of the many rocky mountains in the territory. But he did go there every time he needed to deposit what he called his daily delivery of prey. He was distant with other members of his tribe and this drop-off was one of the only times he comes to the main activity hub.

Today, as he flew in with several pieces of prey held by his beak and talons, he heard a dominant call among the regular chatter. Meeting. It made him shiver a bit. Meetings went on here? Of course they did. This was his first one, he must be presentable. Landing by the place where everyone deposits their prey in a neat pile, he preened his feathers to at least get the blood off his bearded face.

As he hopped over to the already-forming crowd, he looked up to see the lion that was very clearly a leader. Wow, so this was the leader. He was a bit ashamed to say that from his weeks of being here in the tribe, only now did he finally lay his eyes upon the person who was in charge. He listened in, not really knowing who she was referring to. The volunteering job was tempting for himself to prove he was actually a tribe member, not just some guy eating their prey and sharing their home. He wanted to raise a wing to volunteer but he decided against it. He didn't really know where thee places were, how to act, or what to say. Heck, he'd been here for weeks and only now did he even understand that there were two leaders!

Quiet and subdued, the bearded vulture just ended up nodding, wanting to at least attempt what the leader had said in the beginning: to pick up activity.

Oh no, was the one thought on the frantic bird's mind, the large bearded vulture flapping wildly to stay high enough to avoid any confrontation yet close enough to see what was going on. Zax wasn't a fighter- far from it. While he was certainly big, armed with a strong beak and sharp talons, he was one to avoid fights.

But as everyone in their respective alliance, they were expected to defend their home. He couldn't just stay here, could he? He dove down, shifting his body so that talons came first as if he was just hunting. He didn't want to do this, he really didn't want to do this. Eyes closed -which in retrospect was a bad move-, he found himself in a dive aiming straight for Ephemeralpaw.

He was going to be active, he was going to be active. The thought repeated itself into the male's mind, a mantra that seemed to repeat itself over and over ever since his first meeting. He was currently flying overhead, unsure of how to actually do what his brain was commanding him to do. Mid-flap, he looked down to see a small group gathering. Curiosity wandering in his mind along with thirst to prove himself to... well, himself, he dove down, eventually landing down a few meters away from the group.

Cocking his head, he was glad he caught what the person in the center seemed to be saying. Herb training. That was to heal, right? That sounded like a useful skill, one that he felt would be good to learn. He hopped towards the two while dipping his head in greeting.

Zax flew by, originally not planning on stopping. But after hearing his call, his interest was peaked and he circled back, landing not so gracefully as the bearded vulture realized what was about to happen here. Tactics? That meant fighting right? A rush of panic crept up his back, making him breath in deeply. Fighting was not one of his strong points. Often times, back before he was in the tribe and he still lived with his family clutch and they attempted to teach him and his siblings the basic survival skills, he was always the weakest one at fighting. Not only that fueled his terror, he also heard the word "discussion", which probably meant that they had to talk about how they fought. But behind his fear, there was a hint of anticipation. This was going to be one of his first times actively participating in tribe affairs. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

The bird hopped a bit closer though still wanting to stay behind, tilting his head a bit.

Parents: NPC x NPC
Starting Age: 2 years
Species: Bearded Vulture
Relations: Siblings to Zax, unfortunately no HP connections
Rules: Must stay in the tribe for at least a month
Other:

Hi there! Anybody want threads with Zax?

Eyes still closed, the bird heard movement close to him, a squeal. eyes suddenly alert, Zax began to flap wildly, trying to regain control of his movements, the tips of his feathers brushing against the twin weapons, blades chilling the spot where they touched his skin making panic spread and bile rush up his throat. Swallowing his fear, he shifted his body as he hovered over his "target", rearranging himself so that he was comfortable enough to most likely retreat. Suddenly, air was knocked out of his lungs as a jolt of pain and something heavy dragging him down. He was a big guy, his kind naturally large, but he felt tiny in comparison to whatever was now clinging onto him and...climbing him? "Ack!" he exclaimed as he felt the claws on his opponent start to rip out feathers. His altitude dropped a bit and, although the weight of Yuri disappeared, he still scratched his sharp talons frantically, hoping for the fresh pain to disappear, eyes now shut tightly.

As the sound of approaching paw steps reached him, the vulture twisted his head around, surprised to see two people, both he had seen before but didn't actually know. He knew the lioness was a leader, though not her name, and the other lion-bird creature he saw at a meeting, someone important probably. He was rather intimidated by the both of them: large, imposing creatures with high positions that, while living here for some time, he still didn't know who they were. Even more so, that griffin was strange to him, having never met one until his joining- quite a shock that still left him slack-jawed. Good job, He commented, chocking down the squirrel with a slight cough. Itchy fur- always got to him. There was a sad lack of bone marrow, his usual diet, in the tribe. For a meal like that, he'd have to find a carcass with only bones left, a rare sight from what he's observed. Of course, he could always attempt to drop a turtle or a fawn off a cliff, but then he'd have to get past the fur and meat.

Shacking his head from his useless ramblings, the avian chocked out a response. "Um, thank you, miss," he had said to Diamonia, shifting his weight on his feet. He then turned to the smirking Greenarrow. "Oh yes," he spoke, raising his rust-color head up a bit. "I'm Zax. I, uh, joined a while ago." By that he meant a month ago, but he didn't really want to say that.

Zax soared overhead, circling around and gazing at what he considered was quite the pretty scene. It seemed perfect, food and drinks and fun for all. The avian glided downwards, landing neatly on the ground and away from the pristine arrangements for fear he might rip up a blanket or knock down a basket. He stood a little off to the side, unsure of what he could do. Allies would come, his tribemates would enjoy it, but he was still a bit uncomfortable. He scratched the ground beneath him, bits of grass tossed away behind him, simply awaiting what would come next.

Zax was idly soaring over the territory, feeling relaxed as the wind blew over his feathers. It felt good. He was in his element, no one for him to worry about. He released a deep breath, sighing as he gazed downwards peacefully. Tree, tree, river, tree, rock, approaching shadow, tree- what? He did a double take, letting out a cough like he just swallowed a bug. A stranger on the territory? He grew nervous, unsure of what to do. He was fairly new, and just now did he begin to interact with other members of the tribe.

Swallowing his troubles, the bearded vulture circled back, gracefully landing on a tree branch just above the male. Then he heard what he had to say. Oh, a joiner. This was a good news to most, but troublesome to him. How in the world would he handle one? Everyone who didn't attack was pretty much welcomed, wasn't it? He faintly thought about his own joining before flying down from the branch in front of Perevesti. "Hello. Um, welcome to the tribe. I-er mean you're accepted. Hi." He squawked, trying to look friendly. "I'm Zax, nice to meet you."

Once the wolf had presented the herbs, Zax hopped closer, stretching out his long neck to peek over those in front of him. He tilted his head, a bit confused yet curious. He had never worked with herbs before. When he was still a chick, if you had gotten hurt, you'd hope and pray that you'd heal quickly. His eyes sparkled with interest. They were strange. Cobwebs and tiny flowers? These could heal injuries? Amazing. "How does one heal a wound with this? Is it for all kinds of wounds?" he asked curiously, very tempted to walk straight up to get a better look. "Does it work differently if you have fur, feathers, or scales?"

Sure! Do you want me to make it or should you?

The male could only nod, eyes going from Komasan to the herbs and back to him, trying to imagine how priests healed people. It must be hard trying to keep calm and use the correct things, he pondered, waiting patiently for the wolf to continue. What if blood was everywhere? Surely it would be difficult to do so then. This wolf, who's name he unfortunately didn't know yet, seemed so lax about the situation. Although he did suppose that he was like this because there was no dangerous situation yet. He shifted his footing, getting more comfortable as another question came up in his mind. Chew- he didn't really do chewing. Beaks weren't designed for that. "Could you tear it up instead?"

Zax was a bit disappointed at the answer. Would that mean he couldn't use marigold? His posture slumped a bit but his interested expression didn't falter. But then the wolf said something about testing which improved his mood. But what he said next was what got a better reaction from him. "Oh, um thank you, sir." He would have blushed if he wasn't covered in feathers- his reddish hue helped.

Tracking! I love the look of the guide <3

(I can RP with you, dreamcatcher!)

The bearded vulture flew overhead, gazing below with a bit of embarrassment. Zax saw so many different people, intermingling and chatting in the clearing below. He was incredibly late, wasn't he? He had a reason, although he didn't really think it was a good one. No one in the tribe had told him gatherings were a thing until he overheard someone speak about it. He circled back and landed gracefully, resting on a strong tree branch, black and reddish feathers blowing in the breeze.

Zax's keen eyes scanned his surroundings, trying to make out a familiar face. Unfortunately, he found none. Welp. He was very tempted to go back home, back to the volcano-clad territory of ToBE. But that wouldn't be right, would it? It was called a gathering for a reason, he supposed in his head, rocking on the branch back and forth as his mind searched for what to do next. He spotted a feline just below him and he couldn't help but overhear her comment. "I couldn't agree more, miss," he said, cursing himself internally for being a little too loud.

Zax was doing what he usually did: flying over the territory, simply enjoying being one with the wind. It was exhilarating and free, a feeling that never strayed since he flew for the first time. He couldn't imagine being rooted to the ground. Sure, flying forever isn't fun, but he never wanted to be stuck hopping or waddling around- a black and red penguin basically! He'd never live it down. Perhaps it was just a bird thing.

Looking down, he observed the land of his new home. It was incredibly similar to his previous mountain range. Tall, rocky peaks that rose up from a see of green canopies. he odd thing out was a volcano, but after a month of living here, he discovered a flight path so that he wouldn't even see the bubbling pit of magma. It was one of the things that attracted him to joining this particular tribe. He wasn't really sure why he did so- perhaps a cure for homesickness? Nevertheless, the place was beautiful and he was glad he came here.

While he wasn't the most popular yet, he was slowing inching his way onto full interaction, which was progressive at least. The thought made him shack his head, doing a turn in the opposite direction, wings flapping to get some altitude. He knew he could socialize well enough. Then why was he so...awkward all the time? Everything was just so strange here. New creatures, dangerous battles, powers he hadn't even dreamed off! He knew he'd be part of it someday- it was a goal. Was it time he needed? Was that the key to being more outgoing?

This was what he did in his spare time, let off steam in the clouds, daydreaming and unconsciously doing tricks in the air. Before he knew it, he was doing a wide array of aerial acrobatics: spins, dives, spirals- aerial acrobatics that seemed to come naturally to the large vulture. All this right above Komasan, who Zax hadn't even noticed.