The boy and the owl

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? --- "Hey, hi! Uh, name's Molte - my name, I mean. Gosh, I haven't met anyone in ages! Usually it's just me and Tuuli - hey, have you seen Tuuli anywhere? He's a brown owl with white spots - or should I say a white owl with brown spots? - he's usually flying about somewhere open. Unless it's day, when he's hiding away roosting somewhere. Hey, where you going? Aw, man, I babbled on too much again..." --- ((Molte is a tree-climbing, animal loving Bosmer, and his companion is a Short-Eared Owl (Asio flammeus) named Tuuli. Molte can be found everywhere except the northern parts of Winterhold and The Pale. Molte likes the dense forests of Falkreath, but Tuuli prefers the opens of Whiterun. When Molte's at Falkreath, Tuuli is a much rarer sight. You can rp with both Molte and Tuuli! Though, understandably, there are certain limits with rping with an owl, haha. GMT+2 Please see bio before roleplaying! :3 I am also the mod of boandbadras and miheltheserene. Background picture is a still from Woodkid's music video Iron.

[captivating-animals]

California Quail by *eaross

[molteandtuuli]

Time to go (Frithjofr and Molte)

[lostnord]

Frithjofr raised a hand hurriedly.

'Careful, she might—'

Whatever his fears had been, however, they were unfounded. After a moment of shock that a two-legged creature would dare pick her up, the touch started to feel familiar, and as Burd recognised it was Molte holding her she settled down, burrowing her head into her feathers. It was the closest to agreement he was going to get and Frithjofr watched astounded.

'I don't know how you do that. I don't think I'll ever be that good. But I'll keep practising!'

[molteandtuuli]

Molte froze in a stare for a moment, watching as Burd settled in comfortably in his hands. He wasn't sure what to think, if he was thinking at all. His heart was galloping from... embarrassment? Embarrassment at himself, he believed. It was a simple goodbye, but he couldn't work up the courage to say he wanted to stay for a bit longer! Stupid, stupid Molte, always fumbling about like an idiot. And Burd was there, a soft ball of feathers and attitude, and he pulled her closer to his arms, gently not to rouse the little thing.

The Nord's words registered, and Molte laughed at them, his laughter gradually turning into sobs. The Bosmer boy stood crying with the chicken in his embrace, unable to wipe at his face with his occupied hands.

[molteandtuuli]

Time to go (Frithjofr and Molte)

[molteandtuuli]

Molte let out a soft surprised sound at the bump on his leg. He lifted his arm to look behind him and saw Burd looking up at him with her black buttons. He looked between the man and her, and didn’t know what to do.

"W-w-well, I think Tuuli will be jealous if he sees me spending time with another bird!" he offered, chuckling awkwardly and playing with his fingers equally awkwardly. "B-but, I wouldn’t mind coming for another visit! Thanks, for… the steak."

He lingered, cross between going and staying.

[lostnord]

'Ah, I can understand that. Got to be careful with birds, y'know. Territorial, and all that.'

Frithjofr spoke with the air of one who had been raising birds since he could barely walk himself. His own chicken wandered over to pick at his boots for a while, thumped him in the leg as she stretched her wings and then went back to fussing over Molte.

'You're always welcome,' continued Frithjofr. 'So long's I'm here, anyway. Sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I'm in Riften, or I get lost and go to places I don't even know where they are, but if you can find me then I'll still be happy to see you. Probably even more happy, if you know how to make me not-lost.'

[molteandtuuli]

Molte felt sweat on his brow and his cheeks getting redder and redder by the minute. He didn't know what to do! The nice old man was feeling like... like a friend? This was odd and new and terrifying! How did one go about having a friend? Molte didn't know!

In his anxious haste, he did the first thing he could think of: he picked up Burd and stammered at her: "Y-y-you be a good chicken now, okay!"

[reitsc-deactivated20221203]

[molteandtuuli]

Time to go (Frithjofr and Molte)

[lostnord]

  The majority of visitors who encountered the chicken left at nothing less than a sprint, complete with an angry ball of feathers and sharp, pointy talons trailing them all the way to Dragon Bridge. Burd was not one to let her prey go easily, and in any case she needed the exercise.

Today, as special treatment for her new elf friend, she only butted the back of his legs, and that was with an approximation of fondness. Probably. The beady eyes weren’t giving much away, but that she hadn’t decided to eviscerate the mer, or make a nest on his head, or peck his toes off, was an encouraging sign. Frithjofr realised it, too, and smiled at Molte.

'If you got to,' he said. 'You'll come back and visit, though, aye? I've never seen Burd being well-behaved before 'n I don't think it'll last long. She'll probably go out wolf hunting or something when you're gone.'

[molteandtuuli]

Molte let out a soft surprised sound at the bump on his leg. He lifted his arm to look behind him and saw Burd looking up at him with her black buttons. He looked between the man and her, and didn't know what to do.

"W-w-well, I think Tuuli will be jealous if he sees me spending time with another bird!" he offered, chuckling awkwardly and playing with his fingers equally awkwardly. "B-but, I wouldn't mind coming for another visit! Thanks, for... the steak."

He lingered, cross between going and staying.

[molteandtuuli]

Time to go (Frithjofr and Molte)

Molte was taken over by the strangest of feelings.

Dusk was slowly falling over Skyrim, tinting the trees in a soft orange hue. The air was chillier than earlier, and the little Bosmer felt like it was tolling his time away. Telling him it was time to go.

He didn’t want to go. The silly Nord and the haughty chicken were the nicest company he had had in what felt like years, but how did you go about telling someone you wanted to stick around and be the bothersome nuisance you must’ve been?

“I… I think I’ll go now,” he said quietly, digging his heels into the ground at the Nord’s hut.

[lepipehd]

[molteandtuuli]

I tried getting in the Fallout 3 rp scene but nowhere can compare to the people you've been familiar with for a year at least.

I'm knee deep in college again, but somebody wanna do something short and sweet? uvu

[molteandtuuli]

Surprise (Marleigh and Molte)

Bare feet swung lazily in the air, boots discarded somewhere near the owner. Molte’s fingers were dipped in the chilly water of the small pond. A giggle or two escaped his lips. The little baby fishes were eating his fingers! Well, it was more like tickling, but anyway!

As he continued chuckling to himself and wiggling around while keeping his hands still, the pond remained as calm as ever. A brush of wind ruffled his short hair, the leaves rustled together and grass moved gently.

[wesensart]

[ryulongd]

This baby owl hit our window. Gave us this look the whole time - Imgur

[bellisadinosaur]

YOUR FORCEFIELD DISPLEASES ME

AS DOES YOUR INTERIOR DECORATING

[pussymold]

Can I just tell you all about this one day I went to school and a girl who sat in front of me told me to look in her sleeve

[molteandtuuli]

((Modernday!Molte would so carry the strangest things to school, and he wouldn't see anything odd in it.

[lalulutres]

[eunitt]

[derpycats]

I want it.

I want to touch it so bad.

[rellam-rethan-deactivated201407]

Bosmertures with a Dunmer

Full rp - Molte and Rellam

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[molteandtuuli]

Arrival. Finally.

An owl hooted in the distance against the dark night sky. The moon was high and cast a sparkling reflection on the still water of Lake Honrich. It was quiet, despite the occasional ambient nightly sounds from the forests of Riften, and the horses whinnying in the stables.

And Molte was profusely sweating.

“U-u-uh here we… are now,” he stuttered awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. The nice Dunmer man was surely hating him, what with how Molte had gone off at the wrong direction after a distraction when the mer had asked for directions towards Riften. A distraction that had caused the two-hour trip to turn into a five-hour one.

“Yes, we are,” Molte could sense the faint, underlying frustration in the Dunmer’s voice. The little elf didn’t dare look at the other, so embarrassed he was!

“Well, I thank you for your help, nonetheless,” Rellam sighed. His feet were sore from all the continuous walking, and no doubt Ein was wondering where he had been all this time. The long delay had not been a very pleasant one, but the Bosmer seemed very earnest in getting them in the right place after it. Plus, the extremely flustered look in the mer’s eyes when he dared to peek up after Rellam’s thank-you made it feel inappropriate to scold him.

After an uncertain silence, Molte finally piped up: “… S-sorry…”

Rellam shook his head. “It’s okay, nobody got hurt.”

Molte looked at anywhere except Rellam’s eyes. “So, uh.”

“So this is goodbye then. Stay safe out there,” the Dunmer offered him a compassionate smile, which Molte attempted to reciprocate. He really looked like a rabbit about to dart off.

“O-okay bye then,” Molte said in a hurry and walked off towards the forest, at a normal pace at first, but soon he did speed up like the rabbit Rellam had suspected him to turn into.

Rellam fluffed his curly hair. What an odd day this had been.

[molteandtuuli]

Ayooooo, what's up what have I missed have your bbys gotten into much troubles eue))