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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He's not an owl. He is much more. He is a king. A spoiled, bratty, self-centered king, but still a king nonetheless. A king that had once loved. A king still suffering from a broken heart. Who chose to travel in the shape of an owl when visiting the world of the humans. There was no reason to come here aside from getting away from his responsibilities, and now it looked like he would die a most embarrassing death, caught and tangled in a mess of some sort of thin, stringy wire, and a small tree...but now, here she is. A lovely young woman with light brown skin, long and thick curly hair, and a face as soft as a pixie's. Traveling through the woods and coming across him by chance. She stops in her tracks, stunned to see him, before approaching him slowly and cautiously kneeling before him to reach out to him./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"For a moment, he looks just a surprised to see her. He doesn't move as she carefully approaches him. It is only when she reaches out to him that his beautiful wings beat rapidly and defensively. At first, she assumes it's fear, but upon looking into his eyes, she could feel the pride he holds inside of him. He does not want her help./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""I only want to look," she says softly. She shows no fear as she reaches out again, and the beating of wings slowly comes to a stop. He allows her to touch the wing tangled in what looks like fishing wire. "I'm so sorry," she says. She hates it that people can't enjoy the woods without leaving things as they were. She turns her attention to her bag and digs around for something, anything, that could help the owl. Pushing a book aside and moving a bag of trail mix and a water bottle out of the way, she finds at the bottom a tiny nail clipper. "This should work," she says pulling it out before using it to clip the wire, freeing him from the tree, but not the wire itself./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She feels a strong sense of accomplishment fill her heart as she finally completely frees him from the wire. She takes a few moments to smooth out his feathers before removing her hands. "There we go," she says, "We're all done."/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He's not an owl. He is much more. He is a king. A spoiled, bratty, self-centered king, but still a king nonetheless. A king that had once loved. A king still suffering from a broken heart. Who chose to travel in the shape of an owl when visiting the world of the humans. There was no reason to come here aside from getting away from his responsibilities, and now it looked like he would die a most embarrassing death, caught and tangled in a mess of some sort of thin, stringy wire, and a small tree...but now, here she is. A lovely young woman with light brown skin, long and thick curly hair, and a face as soft as a pixie's. Traveling through the woods and coming across him by chance. She stops in her tracks, stunned to see him, before approaching him slowly and cautiously kneeling before him to reach out to him./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"For a moment, he looks just a surprised to see her. He doesn't move as she carefully approaches him. It is only when she reaches out to him that his beautiful wings beat rapidly and defensively. At first, she assumes it's fear, but upon looking into his eyes, she could feel the pride he holds inside of him. He does not want her help./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""I only want to look," she says softly. She shows no fear as she reaches out again, and the beating of wings slowly comes to a stop. He allows her to touch the wing tangled in what looks like fishing wire. "I'm so sorry," she says. She hates it that people can't enjoy the woods without leaving things as they were. She turns her attention to her bag and digs around for something, anything, that could help the owl. Pushing a book aside and moving a bag of trail mix and a water bottle out of the way, she finds at the bottom a tiny nail clipper. "This should work," she says pulling it out before using it to clip the wire, freeing him from the tree, but not the wire itself./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She watches as the bird turns his head and meets her gaze, and for the first time during her interaction with him, she gets a strange sense that he is not a normal owl. It's a thought she forces away immediately. Of course it's a normal owl? What other kind of owl can it be?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 13.229999542236328px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She worries for a moment as it just stands there at her knees gazing up at her that perhaps he's too hurt to fly. Before she can wonder if she should gather him up in her arms and take him to a vet, he flaps his wings before disappearing into the green of the tall evergreen trees above her. Her heart fills with pride, knowing she did a good thing today. She stands and looks up at the direction the owl disappeared and takes in a long sigh of satisfaction before deciding to head back in the direction she came before is starts to get dark, but as she begins walking that way, a shiver travels up her spine. She swears she heard a very regal sounding "thank you," but when she turns around, there's no one there./p
