By that point, he wasn't certain if he was talking to his clanmates or himself, but he hoped they'd consider his ideas nevertheless.
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Posts by P. Amphion
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Amphion practically wheezed and croaked in his spot when he heard the golden word, 'strategy'. Asking for help to plan, well, anything was a sure-fire way to summon the eager magpie, the bird who lived for nothing more than to think and talk about his thoughts. So when he heard 'strategy', he seemed to appear from mid-air. And this wouldn't be totally false. In fact, he'd dropped from the sky at an alarming rate, then used his powerful wings to slow his fall to a manageable rate and land silently on the sand. "I'm interested," he hummed, jumping over to Pali so that he could monitor her diagrams and make notes and adjustments of his own. "I agree as far as defences go, we're a little ill-built in the way of protection. Anyone can wander in and flaunt their shiny claws in our faces. For now, let's take what Hypo said as fact - pretend we're 100 percent sure that we'll be fighting our next battle in our own territory. We know this land better than everyone, and there are two particularly lovely things about it - it's a desert, and it's a damn big one. The land is flat, open, there's next to no cover. however, the heat and the dryness will mean our wonderful enemies could burn themselves out handling the climate that we've all grown used to. Anyone who gets severely injured in the middle of the battle are extra likely to succumb to the harshness of our environment. So, our attack strategy should be something like this - in partners or groups, preferably groups of three or four, we focus on picking our enemies apart and striking at sensitive areas, such as tendons in the legs or the eyes. Anything that will hinder their ability to manoeuvre, anything that will turn them into dead weight. Against foes that are powerful enough to manage being outnumbered at the same time as they guard their weaknesses, or those who, like us in this scenario, will fight in groups and defend each other's weak spots, we use our territory to our advantage." He turned to Pali's scrawlings and scritched a few markings to indicate the eastern side of the territory. "Don't be too proud to run. Make them chase you. Force them to burn their damn paws trying to keep with us on these sands, tuck yourselves within dunes and watch them scramble to find you. Our gorgeous canyon range can be awfully labyrinthian as well, so this would be a good spot for ambushes, as well as the hide-and-jump technique." -
Amphion loved stories as much as a kid in a family of gods. There were many to be told, many things to be learned from them. "Yeah, come on, gramps, tell us a story!" Amphion chirped in a startlingly accurate child's voice, one that admittedly faltered near the end because he couldn't hold back his laughter. "I'm kidding, but please, I'd love to hear whatever you have to share, Leonardo." He glanced at Breakdance, briefly wondering whether or not the elderly cougar would complain if he nestled into her pelt. It looked like a comfy place to sit while he listened. He decided against it in the end, though, and snuggled instead into the sand, eyes focused with sharp intent on Leo.
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Amphion fluttered over and landed next to Jackdaw. He dipped his head in curt respect to the unnamed visitor and then remained silent. The magpie hadn't known his parents. Biologically, he had to have some, but sometimes he wondered if they even existed. He'd never even seen a feather of either of the birds who'd assisted in his birth, so he had every right to assume they were dead or simply not real. He didn't think about this often, though. It was a topic of the past, one that didn't matter, had never mattered, and would never matter.
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Amphion never spoke of a world that existed before the ravaged ghostland that surrounded them now. Perhaps he'd seen one, perhaps he hadn't. He looked young, talked old, and it was generally hard to tell much of anything with him. His faintly tanned skin shone with a light sheen of sweat and he stared up at the sky, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun's relentlessly harsh rays. Messy, black hair with faint tones of blue fell around his face in whatever manner they desired, and his clothes were all out of sorts, making him appear more than a little bedraggled. His sky-blue eyes, however, were as sharp as ever, studying his surroundings with a keenness that proved sharp contrast from the rest of his demeanour. Glancing at Break, he snorted at her comment. "And I suppose you also want a set of beer loaded kegs and a three-course desert to go with it," he joked, shooting her a playful smile. "Sorry, just joking. Maybe some day, eh?"
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Yet another joiner, and another injured one in fact. How did all these pour souls end up in the desert of all places? It'd be a sad area to bleed out, one's body would begin to rot almost immediately in the heat, but the ecosystem would certainly love having a corpse to feast off of, whether it be scavengers or insects or the scraggly plant-life that sought to absorb the nutrients that a corpse would infect the ground with. Well, he wasn't certain if this was optimistic or pessimistic thinking, but either way, it was enough thinking. He still had to introduce himself. "I'm Amphion, greetings. I hope you heal with haste." He flicked his tail feathers and bobbed his head in respectful greeting.
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Amphion similarly enjoyed hearing tales of BloodClan, though he thought it was even better to hear them from the clanners themselves. No one told stories about BloodClan like BloodClanners did. He chuckled at the silly little thought and peered up at Donna curiously. "Where do you come from, miss?" he asked curiously, then blinked as he realized he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "Oh! I'm Amphion, the magpie, whom you do not in fact have permission to eat. Pleasure meeting you, I hope you enjoy it here." He smiled kindly and nodded.
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"Make flowers?" Amphion asked as he drifted out of the sky and landed in front of Mako, gazing around at the colourful fabrics. The splash of colour against the bleak desert backdrop was a relief on his eyes and he pecked curiously at a patch of blue cloth. "How do you propose we do this? I'm interested." He pulled a fraying string from the fabric he'd silently claimed and spat it out into the sand, then clicked his beak with distaste. "Will we fold it into flowers? Cut it into flowers? Ah, flowers. I quite like flowers. Such elegant things."
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ack I want a thread with amph and leo very much, i feel like they would get along so well :oo
Amph likes to interrogate people about their pasts and their knowledge and he's especially infatuated by people who speak different languages so this beak of his is never going to shut lol -
[center][font='Georgia, serif']I can't remember the last time that I had a private thread with Amph, so would anyone like one? c: He really needs to develop some close, serious relationships so any of those would be lovely, plus more friends (or even enemies, he loves those too) just means more fun for all of us!
He's a relaxed magpie who asks about anything and everything, to the point he forgets to show emotions sometimes, whoops. He's open to (mostly) whatever you can throw at me, so don't be shy. Come be friends with the weird burb boi.
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I can do it :33
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His favourite time had consistently been the night. Whether he'd been living in the icy tundra of Russia, his birth country, or the sweltering deserts of BloodClan, his cherished home, the night was always the most brilliant time of day. While the sun turned white snow gold, and made hot sands glitter, the moon turned everything into a gorgeous, silver wasteland, no matter what environment it shone upon. The sand below his feet was shining and tainted with that beautiful, pale glow, and the lack of sunlight kept everything cool enough for him to simply enjoy his surroundings. On nights like these, the magpie would lay flat on his back (as funny as that looked to any random passers-by) and admire the sky above. there were entire other realms out there, worlds and galaxies beyond his comprehension. he could never ever begin to understand how far the universe expanded, no matter how hard the gears in his tiny head turned, the gears that would chug on to the point they even kicked up steam on days where he thought a little too hard about this or that. But being fooled was his greatest pleasure in life. As much as he liked to be right - who didn't - he cherished the feeling of being wrong more than anything. It just gave him the chance to broaden his scopes even more, and it coated the world in a fresh light each time. It kept the often bleak path he walked decorated with colour and spice, and made life worth living.
He wondered sometimes if he sounded like an old man, then remembered that no one could hear the murmurings of his mind and laughed.
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Truth be told, Amphion hadn't expected any guests this time of night, so Leo's unexpected voice startled him, leaving him to flutter uselessly in the sand in an attempt to jump out of the vicinity. He quickly realized that his new company was no one but a clanmate, though, and relaxed in an instant. He sighed and hauled himself out of the sand, shaking it out of his feathers with silent irritation, then he looked up to see who had disturbed him. "Ah, if it isn't Leo," the bird chirped with contentment. He liked Leonardo, the blind male struck him as endlessly interesting. "Do you frequently roam the night, or are you having trouble sleeping?" he wondered, tone warm and friendly. "And yes, it is Amphion, so no worries there." He chuckled.
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my nickname at school is apple lmaodont even ask whybut this has the entirety of my approval -
i wont be here tomorrow (or today apparently), ive been neglecting my friends lately and i need to make it up >3< sorry for my absence.
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tracking this so hard;;
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Amphion fluttered over curiously. Politics, he loved politics, and it was important to him that he kept an eye on the status between his beloved home and their unique neighbours. His neighbours who sadly, he didn't consider himself to know very much about. Perhaps he'd have to make a point to change that in the coming future, things going as they were.
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