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☩ Thystole

☩ Spectacled owl (pulsatrix perspicillata)

☩ Young adult

☩ Male

☩ St Aegolius chick - not moonblinked

Mental description

This owl is very intelligent for its age. There is more than one trick up his sleeve to escape from the horror that is St Aegolius, but, even if he has all his flight feathers, he patiently waits to lose all his white fluff down before attemting to take flight. He always thinks before doing something, even to sort whats in a pellet. He sometimes gets lost in his dreams.

Physical description

He is a mainly white owl, with grey-ish graients on his wing feathers. He's got bright, piercing yellow eyes, and black brows. His facial disk is striped black.

Story

Character

This owl with glasses is very intelligent for its age. There is more than one trick in his bag to escape from the horror that is the St Aegolius pension, but, even if he has all his flight feathers, he patiently waits to lose all his white down. He always thinks before doing something, even to sort a ball. He sometimes gets lost in his dreams, but it is not very often, since he is in St Aego ', because here there is no longer a very big place for dreams ...

Physical

Thystole is a small ball of black feathers, but its head is entirely made of snow-white down, a bit like a funny hat. His species is aptly named for him, because the feathers around his eyes form dark glasses, and contrast a lot with his white down. Its chest is yellowish-white, and its beak gray-black. It has small, well-sharpened greenhouses, by dint of peeling balls.

History

Thystole was born in Ambala, one moon after his brother, Phystone. Phystone was an egoist who cared only about him, but had remained a very young chick in his head: he absolutely wanted to eat the centipedes that his parents brought back to his brother, when he had largely age of eating field mice, like every adult owls. Parents preferring the elder, Thystole never had, or almost, centipedes to tickle his gizzard. He got his first field mouse quite late, as his brother understood that field mice were better than millipedes a little before Thystole was old enough to spit pellets. And one day when the parents had not returned from the hunt, the two chicks began to try to fly before it was time to, and what had to happen happened: some owls took them to St Aegolius. On the first night under the Moon, he rebelled, having absolutely no desire to repeat the number that an owl named Finnie gave him as new name, 162-4. So he was taken to the moon scalding room, where Thystole met a little Burrowing Owl, who told him not to sleep and to resist, otherwise he would become someone else. He did, and by the morning the little owl was gone, and Thystole noticed that the few owls that slept next to him now had a blank stare, no more emotions. The owl has never seen his brother again, but he thinks that, if he sees him again, it will be as if he meets a stranger.

Since then, he has been waiting for the moment when he will have lost all his fluff, to run away from this so-called orphan's pension. He still hopes to go back home, one day.