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Bêthberry · 12-12-2002, 11:58 AM

The Cur'ik' kulum vitae for Pip'kha

Pip'ka is an endlessly good-natured crow, quite unflappable one could say. He is never ruffled, remaining aimiable and social even under extreme conditions. He is also quite inventive, even by the standards of crows; if there is a tool needed or a strategy called for, it will be Pip'kha who creates it. Usually, he will leave the implementation to others, though, lacking mature motivation and serious responsibility. His parents, who maintained their own quite well-to-do murder, were at their wits' end at his prolonged and extended adolescence and were most grateful when, finally, Akaaw brought him under his wing in Saruman's own special murder.

Pip' kha is the ripe age of 5 and a striking bird in his own opinion. He measures 15 inches from beak to tail and has a wingspan of 45 inches, not as great as that of Akaaw, but nonetheless formidable in its own right.

He is affectionate and sociable and quickly became good wingbuddies with Dok'ha, his cousin, who Akaaw somewhat reluctantly agreed to allow into the murder also. Together, the two of them keep the others in a lighthearted frame of mind, especially useful seeing as Akaaw's murder spends most of its time waiting for things to happen. Until now, that is.

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Cheery, cheerful Pip'kha had been up for some time in the early dawn of light, checking out the damp ground for worms and grubs which the previous night's rain had forced to the surface. His pouch, just behind his tongue, was bursting with juicy morsels. He had eaten his fill and had quite thoughtfully decided to bring breakfast to his cousin Iadok, who tended to be a late riser.

"Urphka," burped the perennial adolescent as he saw Akaaw swoop down from the dawning horizon. He rubbed his head with his wing and wondered what this foretold. Akaaw's absences usually always brought some kind of adventure or journey in their wake and this quite excited Pip'kha. The last three had not been especially exciting or fruitful, but, still, a bird could always hope.

Pip'kha hopped over to where Iadok was sprawled out over an anthill, picking up ants in his feathers in his sleep. Iadok sometimes took such risks as sleeping on the ground, for he was prone to parasites and the ants gave him much relief.

"C'rec. C'rec," Pip'kha said to his cousin. "C'mon. Akaaw has been out scouting something. I sense an adventure. Just the thing for two smarts crows such as ourselves."

Iadoc looked up with one eye cocked at his cousin and the other at the sky, searching for some of the other young birds of the murder.

"Why does it always have to be morning when he starts his adventures? Wouldn't lunch be a more civilized time?" Iadoc croaked disconsolately to his cousin.

"Krhush! Don't let Akaaw hear you say that. He can be short-tempered if he suspects we are lazy."

The two flew up to a birch branch midway up a tree trunk and Pip'kha offerred some of his grubs to Iadoc, who crushed them eagerly and affectionately preened Pip'kha behind the ear in thanks.

***

Respectfully submitted,

*bows wing in courtesy*

Bethberry

[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

12-12-2002, 11:58 AM	#7
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 5,979	The Cur'ik' kulum vitae for Pip'kha Pip'ka is an endlessly good-natured crow, quite unflappable one could say. He is never ruffled, remaining aimiable and social even under extreme conditions. He is also quite inventive, even by the standards of crows; if there is a tool needed or a strategy called for, it will be Pip'kha who creates it. Usually, he will leave the implementation to others, though, lacking mature motivation and serious responsibility. His parents, who maintained their own quite well-to-do murder, were at their wits' end at his prolonged and extended adolescence and were most grateful when, finally, Akaaw brought him under his wing in Saruman's own special murder. Pip' kha is the ripe age of 5 and a striking bird in his own opinion. He measures 15 inches from beak to tail and has a wingspan of 45 inches, not as great as that of Akaaw, but nonetheless formidable in its own right. He is affectionate and sociable and quickly became good wingbuddies with Dok'ha, his cousin, who Akaaw somewhat reluctantly agreed to allow into the murder also. Together, the two of them keep the others in a lighthearted frame of mind, especially useful seeing as Akaaw's murder spends most of its time waiting for things to happen. Until now, that is. *** Cheery, cheerful Pip'kha had been up for some time in the early dawn of light, checking out the damp ground for worms and grubs which the previous night's rain had forced to the surface. His pouch, just behind his tongue, was bursting with juicy morsels. He had eaten his fill and had quite thoughtfully decided to bring breakfast to his cousin Iadok, who tended to be a late riser. "Urphka," burped the perennial adolescent as he saw Akaaw swoop down from the dawning horizon. He rubbed his head with his wing and wondered what this foretold. Akaaw's absences usually always brought some kind of adventure or journey in their wake and this quite excited Pip'kha. The last three had not been especially exciting or fruitful, but, still, a bird could always hope. Pip'kha hopped over to where Iadok was sprawled out over an anthill, picking up ants in his feathers in his sleep. Iadok sometimes took such risks as sleeping on the ground, for he was prone to parasites and the ants gave him much relief. "C'rec. C'rec," Pip'kha said to his cousin. "C'mon. Akaaw has been out scouting something. I sense an adventure. Just the thing for two smarts crows such as ourselves." Iadoc looked up with one eye cocked at his cousin and the other at the sky, searching for some of the other young birds of the murder. "Why does it always have to be morning when he starts his adventures? Wouldn't lunch be a more civilized time?" Iadoc croaked disconsolately to his cousin. "Krhush! Don't let Akaaw hear you say that. He can be short-tempered if he suspects we are lazy." The two flew up to a birch branch midway up a tree trunk and Pip'kha offerred some of his grubs to Iadoc, who crushed them eagerly and affectionately preened Pip'kha behind the ear in thanks. * Respectfully submitted, bows wing in courtesy Bethberry [ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.