Feral Heart

Great movie ideas. C: I'll be sure to check in here often.

If only I had a horse... travel wears down my soles. As well as my soul, now that I think of it.

Zyemar looked down at the trail he trod across, the gentle crunching of boot on mineral being one of the only sounds keeping him moving. After an unsuccessful hunt, and an unfortunate theft leaving him beyond distraught. The elf put a hand behind his back, feeling the soft fabric of his robes but also a cutting emptiness of one of his dearest possessions; his bow.

The thief snuck up on him, he would claim. Zyemar let him off easy. But the damned thing was so hard to catch and so... slippery it evaded his capture. Now the elf was stuck without his backup weapon; almost a veil of security. Although being adept at magic he still craved the weapon, especially being Gifted. The elf would never be able to use his gift again if he could not find his beloved bow.

He looked up past the hood of his robe and noticed the boundary of Castle Town. Good. Zyemar could use a strong drink and a look around. Perhaps someone had caught sight of the thief? He'd imagine it would be too hard to spot... the only problem was that citizens would give him odd looks as he would give the thief's description. Perhaps if he slightly altered his words?
Decisions, decisions...

A sudden cry snapped the elven mage out of his thoughts, a flutter of dark feathers catching his attention just before entering the city. Most birds general didn't catch his attention, as they were common, but this one had a key detail that Zyemar would spot continents away. The graceful, wooden object clutched in his talons was his bow!

"There you are, you snake swallowing vermin," he snarled. The falcon he glared up at was, oddly, heading above the city. As Zyemar came through, avoiding the masses of people walking by he kept his eyes trained up at the airborne thief. It was heading straight across the road, leading to the inn and some neighboring shops; this he could tell. That would mean he would have to act fast, avoiding people and trying to not draw too much attention. His magic was probably not allowed to be used within city walls either. The elf would have to somehow get the bird to land...but how?

Perhaps the inn would be the answer. Even if the hordes of passerby may scare it off, the lure of fresh meat being cooked within could perhaps attract it? Although many places had the sweet aroma of food in Castle Town, the falcon was heading toward the inn already. Zyemar decided to make his move. "Excuse me, pardon, apologies," the elf murmured to some protesting citizens as he shoved through, trying not to lose sight of his mark. Soon the inn came into view, and now he had to somehow make the falcon land...

The bird suddenly banked to the left and landed on the building right in front of the inn. Zyemar frowned only a little; it didn't go quite according to plan but at least something was happening... He brushed the minor inconvenience aside, deciding it was sacrificial for his bow.

The elf stopped carefully by the road, hiding beside a shop. He looked as his target; there were a few barrels, boxes, beams, and other supplies piled up to the roof, which wasn't very high to begin with. Zyemar, for this, was grateful. However some parts of the 'stairs' were a bit loose.

"If I fall," the elf murmured, "the ledges near the roof look like I could grab them...if not, there are some soft bits of straw down below that might break my fall." His plan, and his second plan now progressing, he slowly crept up to the side of his target building. Scaling the barrels, beams, and boxes, Zyemar prayed that the falcon wouldn't move. It sat perched on the edge of the roof, his bow under both of its feet completely as its head swiveled around. The elf received some odd looks as he proceeded, but he did not notice in the slightest. In the world it was him, the devil bird, and his beloved bow.

Finally reaching the top, Zyemar clung to the roof and held out his hand.
"Here bird," he murmured, somewhat soft in his voice. The falcon did not budge. "Come on you wicked mass of filthy feathers..."

His enemy cried out gently and hopped a few paces back. He snarled in frustration, forced to go across the roof with his whole body now. Creeping along gently, he continued to try and convince the falcon to come over to him. It did not move as he got closer, and eventually in triumph grabbed the bow.

However, in a sudden whirl of motion the already unbalanced elf was temporarily thrown off of his center of gravity more as the falcon took off. It could not go very high with his weight but it took him across the road. In a long cry of surprise Zyemar realized he was losing altitude clinging onto the bow held by the bird and heading toward the front of the inn! The furiously flapping avian finally let go of the bow, releasing the distressed elf heavily against the wooden structure of the in, tumbling off to the side and into some bags of feed, the wind knocked out of him.

Coughing and trying to right himself, Zyemar shook his head. Sudden victory gripped him as he realized that his bow was once again in his possession! Fixing it across his back once more and stepping over the chickens that gathered at his feet the elf dusted off his robes and tried to avoid the stares and words coming from concerned citizens, muttering that he was fine and sometimes not even answering at all.

Finally coming through the doors of the inn the elven mage sighed.
"Now I REALLY need a drink," he grumbled under his breath.

(It's okay if the tussle outside is noticed or not, it's not very important to him. It's just what I had inspiration for at the time and I was in a writing mood and if it interrupts the current conversation among Mask and the others, I apologize. XD

Also a crazy stunt like this is rare for Zyemar, he usually has more caution but this was a rare desperate and hilarious case. =P)

(I have forgotten to add that his gift does NOT effect his aim at all, it just shows where the weakpoints are and these weakpoints can be concealed if done the right way; especially on fellow mages like if there's a ward up or something. They also are not always as fatal/vital. Believe me I've thought about this XD

Edit: Also I forgot to add, if he's in a battle it's not as quick so the gift is harder to activate. It's mostly if he's trying to take someone out or whatever or if he's out of magic and the battle calls for a quick end and is slow enough. And I like your idea about his appearance. I'll think about it.)

(Well I guess it can be used to add emphasis. I dunno XD)

I thought the ears were too big to be for a wolf :3 XD