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@robinstalons
TALON: An undead assassin loyal to the Court of Owls
Dick Grayson..? Talon "The Gray Son"
Escaped from The Court of Owls before it's downfall, a singular Talon wanders the streets of Gotham, re-learning what it means to be human in the process.
Headcanons
Plot Lines
//i made talon in tomodachi life
LOOK AT HIM!!
much appreciation for people who create ocs that are clearly derivative of The Character because even if the inspiration is clear, they had the self awareness that their headcanons had snowballed so far past character analysis into pure self indulgence that there was very little of source material left. and that’s beautiful. sometimes when you’re preoccupied playing touys it’s hard to take a step back and realize you’ve actually created something wonderful and new
Talon has learned how to make scarves out of yarn!! It can use its claws to make them! OvO
// heads up abt inactivity
i’ve been celebrating my birthday since yesterday and have plans ongoing through monday
so i’ll be less active than usual (which isn’t very active i know ;-; )
anyways!! not ignoring people i promise :3
// same for this blog!
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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
Sharp whistle of a bird call rung out to the entangled birdie, a twitching ball of blue perked up at the sound of a movement.
From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.
A whistle,
A cheep,
A song of a young bird asking for a friend.
Talon stilled, the call of the bird familiar. It longed for the gifted claw back at its nest. Instead, it would need to make do, to try and mimic the call with its own throat.
Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.
There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.
A message — Please help!
Stilling the sorrowed tune, flinching at the unfamiliar return, a small Bluebird twisted and turned in his contraints to offer a panicked, gargling gasp in return. Spearing pain melded with azure, dripping blue ichor thick, falling in grotesque clumps like lifeless oil.
Agent Bluebird had gotten out of half his restraints, somewhat, fumbling still with raw fingers over the locks at his ankles.
"H- Hello?"
The boy in blue called out.
The voice was unfamiliar, even if the calls had reminded Talon of someone else. Still, it sounded young — an Owlet? Someone so young should not be here, should not be in danger in this way.
Talon had been young when it fell into The Court’s clutches. It vowed to not let the same happen to another.
Talon’s wrists strained against the bonds. It wished desperately for its clawed gloves once more, so that it may slice though the bindings and break free.
Talon made another whistle and click, before remembering its own voice.
“Hello?” It called back, “Is the owlet o-kay?”
Taking in the sound of another, with a hesitant grip on his carving dagger, The Bluebird quietened and thought for a moment...
Was it wreckless to talk to a stranger? Yes.
It was undoubtedly stupid and fully against protocol to talk with anyone while captured on a mission! And, yet, Bluebird caved with a chirp, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't one of them.
"I'm... fine," The boy tumbled and crashed to the floor, groaning as he sat up in newfound freedom. "Are you okay, Sir?"
“Talon…” It frowned. Was Talon okay? It was captured, restrained, and connected to tubes. Its sluggish heart was racing and it felt like it couldn’t breathe.
“Talon is scared,” it admitted, voice wobbling, “thought it had escaped but it is here—!”
It warbled pitifully, tugging at the restraints as a feeling of hopelessness set in. It could never be free of The Court. It was doomed to always come back.
“Talon thought it could be free.”
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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
LW—Rowan...her name is Rowan.
Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.
Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.
Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.
She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.
Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...
"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.
"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"
LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.
"Talon, breathe." Rowan chirped in the way that always calmed Adiel down when they were at the Labs.
Talons thrashing calmed for a moment as a familiar face appeared before it.
Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?
“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.
It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”
It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.
It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.
It would be worse.
Rowan out her hand over Talon's.
"Okay! Okay! Rowan will! Please stop moving, she does not want to hurt you."
Rowan examined the restraints, they were strong, but she might be able to slice through them. But Talon seemed panicked, it would be better to get the tubes out before the restraints so Talon did not hurt itself trying to escape immediately.
"Rowan will try to get these out."
She spoke calmly, a tinge of worry in her voice as she saw the tubes go inside Talon's skin.
Rowan chirped nervously as she tried to find the source of the tubes. This was too much like the Labs for her liking.
"This might hurt." She warned, tearing off a piece of her sleeve with her teeth, to press against its shoulders when she pulled them out. She wasn't sure exactly how fast Talon's healing factor was, but she didn't want to take any risks.
"Take deep breaths," She advised, ears flattening against her skull in anticipation as she grabbed some of the tubes, before pausing. Yanking them out may not be wise,
"Talon, what do these do?" She asked, not wanting to hurt it more.
Talon ceased it’s struggles at Rowan’s request, eyes wide but understanding. It needed to hold still, to let Rowan work.
It took slow, measured breaths, counting a rhythm it vaguely remembers learning in darkened caverns. Meditative. Slow.
“Blood,” Talon said, eyes looking to the tubes with mild disgust. “Talon has different blood. Gives Talon black blood.” It knew the tubes would be painful to remove, but they would heal over fast, like the IV it remembered getting at home.
Home. Talon missed its nest dearly.
It let out a saddened warble. It wanted its family.
“Please. Out.”
Rowan looked almost angry at Talon's reply. The people that did this to it were evil, evil people.
"Rowan is going to remove it, okay?" She said soothingly, bracing Talon with a hand on its shoulder. "Keep breathing." This was really stressful, she didn't want to hurt Talon more than necessary.
"3...2..." Rowan realised midway through that the countdown might only scare Talon more, so she just swiftly pulled it out, immediately pressing the fabric over the wound.
"It is okay, it is out." Rowan said to Talon, for her just as much as for it, her hands were shaking a lot, ears still pinned back. "It is over, good job."
Rowan moved onto the restraints, her heart hurting at the sound of the sad warble, clicking in response. "Almost there, Rowan just needs to get rid of these." She said, careful not to cut Talon under the restraints, as she began slicing the restraints with her claws.
“Okay,” Talon croaked. It was nervous. It wanted to be out.
As the tube was pulled from Talon, it let out a pained cry, only to go quiet once again soon after. It was shaking. If it could shiver, it imagined it would feel like this.
It wasn’t until Rowan had finished slicing away the restraints that Talon finally moved, rubbing at the skin of its wrists. It chirped quietly, tilting its head as it looked to Rowan.
“How did Rowan find Talon..?” It asked, eyes wide. It knew they did not have time to talk, but it was important. Talon should not have been found easily.
W̴̺̯͋È̶̢̖̳̿̾͋͑̓͑͒ ̶̞̰̥͇̋̽̈́͘͜͜͠S̶̱͊͌̏̿́̍͛̏͠È̴̲͙̲̇̎̊͂͋̏͝Ę̵͐͒̏̇͘͝͝͝ ̷̙̪̪͙͒̔̏Y̴̨̙̟̲̍̄̊͗̏̚͘Ȍ̵̗͖̟͍̲̗̇͌̆̎͝U̴͎̦̗̱͆͛̆ ̶̢͇͈̟̩̩̞͙̙̇̽͂̾ͅÀ̸͈̦̘̤̠̯͙̖̮̻̀̒̈́̿L̴̢̘̺̯͖̋̆Ľ̷͙̹̘̽̑̋͑͠
N-no! Talon escaped The Court! Talon will not go back!
Can’t go back can’t go back can’t go back
Come home.
No, no, no, no, no.
Talon will not go back The Court.
Talon must run. Talon must hide.
W̴̺̯͋È̶̢̖̳̿̾͋͑̓͑͒ ̶̞̰̥͇̋̽̈́͘͜͜͠S̶̱͊͌̏̿́̍͛̏͠È̴̲͙̲̇̎̊͂͋̏͝Ę̵͐͒̏̇͘͝͝͝ ̷̙̪̪͙͒̔̏Y̴̨̙̟̲̍̄̊͗̏̚͘Ȍ̵̗͖̟͍̲̗̇͌̆̎͝U̴͎̦̗̱͆͛̆ ̶̢͇͈̟̩̩̞͙̙̇̽͂̾ͅÀ̸͈̦̘̤̠̯͙̖̮̻̀̒̈́̿L̴̢̘̺̯͖̋̆Ľ̷͙̹̘̽̑̋͑͠
N-no! Talon escaped The Court! Talon will not go back!
Can’t go back can’t go back can’t go back
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Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
Sharp whistle of a bird call rung out to the entangled birdie, a twitching ball of blue perked up at the sound of a movement.
From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.
A whistle,
A cheep,
A song of a young bird asking for a friend.
Talon stilled, the call of the bird familiar. It longed for the gifted claw back at its nest. Instead, it would need to make do, to try and mimic the call with its own throat.
Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.
There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.
A message — Please help!
Stilling the sorrowed tune, flinching at the unfamiliar return, a small Bluebird twisted and turned in his contraints to offer a panicked, gargling gasp in return. Spearing pain melded with azure, dripping blue ichor thick, falling in grotesque clumps like lifeless oil.
Agent Bluebird had gotten out of half his restraints, somewhat, fumbling still with raw fingers over the locks at his ankles.
"H- Hello?"
The boy in blue called out.
The voice was unfamiliar, even if the calls had reminded Talon of someone else. Still, it sounded young — an Owlet? Someone so young should not be here, should not be in danger in this way.
Talon had been young when it fell into The Court’s clutches. It vowed to not let the same happen to another.
Talon’s wrists strained against the bonds. It wished desperately for its clawed gloves once more, so that it may slice though the bindings and break free.
Talon made another whistle and click, before remembering its own voice.
“Hello?” It called back, “Is the owlet o-kay?”
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(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)
Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
LW—Rowan...her name is Rowan.
Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.
Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.
Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.
She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.
Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...
"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.
"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"
LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.
"Talon, breathe." Rowan chirped in the way that always calmed Adiel down when they were at the Labs.
Talons thrashing calmed for a moment as a familiar face appeared before it.
Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?
“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.
It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”
It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.
It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.
It would be worse.
Rowan out her hand over Talon's.
"Okay! Okay! Rowan will! Please stop moving, she does not want to hurt you."
Rowan examined the restraints, they were strong, but she might be able to slice through them. But Talon seemed panicked, it would be better to get the tubes out before the restraints so Talon did not hurt itself trying to escape immediately.
"Rowan will try to get these out."
She spoke calmly, a tinge of worry in her voice as she saw the tubes go inside Talon's skin.
Rowan chirped nervously as she tried to find the source of the tubes. This was too much like the Labs for her liking.
"This might hurt." She warned, tearing off a piece of her sleeve with her teeth, to press against its shoulders when she pulled them out. She wasn't sure exactly how fast Talon's healing factor was, but she didn't want to take any risks.
"Take deep breaths," She advised, ears flattening against her skull in anticipation as she grabbed some of the tubes, before pausing. Yanking them out may not be wise,
"Talon, what do these do?" She asked, not wanting to hurt it more.
Talon ceased it’s struggles at Rowan’s request, eyes wide but understanding. It needed to hold still, to let Rowan work.
It took slow, measured breaths, counting a rhythm it vaguely remembers learning in darkened caverns. Meditative. Slow.
“Blood,” Talon said, eyes looking to the tubes with mild disgust. “Talon has different blood. Gives Talon black blood.” It knew the tubes would be painful to remove, but they would heal over fast, like the IV it remembered getting at home.
Home. Talon missed its nest dearly.
It let out a saddened warble. It wanted its family.
“Please. Out.”
Hi there! Are you a bird?
@taiga-rin 🌱
Hello Owlet!!
Talon is a Talon, not a bird!
Is owlet a little cat..? OvO
I’m not an Owlet, I’m a cub!
Ohhh okay!
I’m a Liger cub! Roaar!!
Aaah!
Liger cub is very scary!
… What is a liger?
A liger is when a lion and a tiger have a baby. And since lions and tigers are big, I’m gonna grow to be big!!
Ooh!
So cub will become big and strong? Very scary!!
Where is the cub’s flock? Or… family?
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(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)
Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
Sharp whistle of a bird call rung out to the entangled birdie, a twitching ball of blue perked up at the sound of a movement.
From their own place across the room, along rows of.... other figures. Cold and drained, a line of lifeless corpses laid, tubed up, between the trapped Talon and that of the bird call.
A whistle,
A cheep,
A song of a young bird asking for a friend.
Talon stilled, the call of the bird familiar. It longed for the gifted claw back at its nest. Instead, it would need to make do, to try and mimic the call with its own throat.
Replying could be dangerous, could be a test. But it was better to fight with friends.
There was a trill, high and alert, that came from Talon, crossing the room. Followed, came several whistles and clicks, panicked, abrupt.
A message — Please help!
Open Starter
(anyone can reply to this post, even if we’ve never interacted before!)
Talon thought it had escaped. What a fool it was.
It had been roaming the streets freely, enjoying the night air and the lack of prying eyes on the rooftops. Flying between buildings, hoots and chirrups stringing behind it like an off-kilter melody.
It hadn’t noticed the masks.
Really, it should have. It hadn’t been free from The Court so long that it would have forgotten. But it had been careless, reckless.
The Court of Owls would never let something like it escape its clawed grip for long.
One moment, Talon was flying freely. The next, its body was launched through a window at an unthinkable velocity. Then, nothing.
The first time it woke, there was cold metal beneath it.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
It could not be back here. It shouldn’t—!
The creature thrashed against the restraints holding it to the table. Along its shoulders, tubes pulled painfully where they were lodged into its skin. There was a far off voice, it couldn’t focus on it.
It needed to get out, out, out!
LW—Rowan...her name is Rowan.
Rowan loves flying around Gotham, but staying out of sight so that she is not caught by any people who wish to shoot her down.
Her large ears pick up a sound and perk towards it, she pauses, wings flapping as she turns in the direction it is coming from. The sounds are...distressing to say the least.
Rowan frowns, and redirects her flight to the sounds. It took a while, but she found the place, she didn't like it here, it spooked her, fur standing on an end.
She shook herself out of those thoughts, she was here for a reason. She walked through, talons clicking on the floor, she put her hood up and mask on, not wanting to get in trouble if someone sees her.
Rowan found a metal table with someone on it, struggling—her ears flattened against her skull. She clicked nervously, this was like the Labs, she didn't like it here, not at all. But the creature was trapped, she had to save it, help it escape like she did with her brother. She was aware of her surrounding, cautious, ears twitching—if someone was coming, she would know—as she approached...
"Talon?!" She met Talon once, Talon called Rowan a bat-owlet. What was Talon doing here? Rowan rushed towards the table, hood falling off in her rush, as she examined the restraints and tubes—she would have to be careful.
"Talon, it is Rowan! Rowan is here, stop moving! She will get you out!"
LW-4—no, Rowan. Rowan gently put a clawed hand on Talon's arm, trying to soothe them.
"Talon, breathe." Rowan chirped in the way that always calmed Adiel down when they were at the Labs.
Talons thrashing calmed for a moment as a familiar face appeared before it.
Rowan. Bat-owlet. What was Rowan doing here?
“Not safe—!” Talon warned, tugging again at the restraints. They dug into its wrists painfully, but that did not matter. Talon needed to get out.
It looked at the Bat-owlet pleadingly, golden eyes wide. “Can Rowan free Talon? Talon must escape.”
It was a risk. If Rowan was secretly with The Court, if this was a test, Talon would certainly be punished. It shivered to think of the painful punishment it would go through.
It would not die, The Court would not kill its Gray Son.
It would be worse.
Hi there! Are you a bird?
@taiga-rin 🌱
Hello Owlet!!
Talon is a Talon, not a bird!
Is owlet a little cat..? OvO
I’m not an Owlet, I’m a cub!
Ohhh okay!
I’m a Liger cub! Roaar!!
Aaah!
Liger cub is very scary!
… What is a liger?
// been wildly inactive on most blogs. will probably continue to be this way for a bit because i’m trying to find balance with work and stuff
but!! i’m still happy to chat ooc and also will be able to do short and silly stuff. longer/more serious stuff will take a while to get to
Hi there! Are you a bird?
@taiga-rin 🌱
Hello Owlet!!
Talon is a Talon, not a bird!
Is owlet a little cat..? OvO
