1. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Sort itself out with time. At first he hoped for that. Now he hoped this form wouldn't return given it. Perspective was but a leap of time and wing away from changing. And if he was denied that height having reached it, to never again look from sky and dive to aid, well. Montbank wouldn't...
  2. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    The lack of heat was appreciated. A beat, then two as the words wanted to fly freely from him. Manners kept him grounded. He spoke in the slow way of diagnosis, of assessment. "Imagine walking a tight rope all your life. Then losing an arm, and stepping upon it and trying to walk it the same as...
  3. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    The guard was drawn out, the bind made, Montbank refusing to withdraw by the nature of the tease, and his need for correction of himself. The binding answer was for Hector's to play, and a flash of flying answers did overwhelm what answers were expected of himself. None taken, just struggle with...
  4. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    The answer immediate was smothered. Wing reallocation of weight. A clack of beak as if required to instil such order. Resolve in the sparring to embrace the limitation. Rebalance through the feet projecting strength on the push, his blade refusing to embrace escape and cut in counter but clash...
  5. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    The easiness of the speech made the fact easier to embrace, the shiver of what shame ran warmer that way. A quietude yet not stillness, the shock of cut made the blood embrace the moment. Montbank did with taloned feet tense and relax, half grips to remind him of the weight of himself...
  6. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Montbank nodded at the direct wisdom, a short nod that was the language of efficiency, of knightly solidarity to the mettle soon to display. Another nod, to signal the readiness to begin, and blades did perform their duty to the hands sworn to wield them well. The testing strike born against...
  7. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    "Gladly, gladly," Montbank did reply, placing his own steel aside for a blunted number akin to Hector's own. A flex of talons before the plucking of the blade, articulated plate shimmering as he did so. He tucked his wings tightly folded against his back, placed rules into his frame to obey...
  8. Syr Montbank

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    The winds were dead, still, unhelpful and unco-operative. Layers stilled expanse, of nothing helpful that had no feeling or gesture to it, fit for exhausting by having to do everything for your own power. No lifting hand of luft to raise you to a vantage, to pivot within and know where you...
  9. Syr Montbank

    Open The Peacock and The Badger - Memories Honoured

    Every gesture in the air slices against the currents, sleekly one does pierce with silence. The rush of the paintings of the world below, a gallery that is gulfs away, yet pleads attention as if as close as whisper in the ears. Pitch and tilt, discipline and focus, doctrine in the dive. As...
  10. Syr Montbank

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Montbank's feathers did shiver as the the combat was carried to it's final gasps from shunt of metal. No crimson mark upon the feathers that did tremble from conviction carried, from bodies stilled. Sword within the talons, still drawn, lingering in the fighting mind. The sounds of struggle...
  11. Syr Montbank

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Enveloped in the eddies of the air were the remarks of toils transpiring and hoisted up to the sky for nature's ears to hear. The yearning pull of arrow, the tensions in the rhythms of intentions to do harm, the availing against those that would close the eye and profit from the blindness...
  12. Syr Montbank

    Syr Montbank, Sky Knight

    “Up there, there's solitude, true. But up there, there's always vantage to see where one is needed. There is timing in all moments and attentions. My duty is be on those winds, long gliding, loyal to the need, eyes affixed to your circumstance and deeds. If all seems as if it is lost, if you are...
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