Notes: I'm sure you'll notice that many words in here are spelled wrong. Yay for writing accents! Also, fun little tidbit that only Romanians would be able to notice, is that the Romanian spoken by the non-Romanian is actually spoken with an accent as well. Well, what he says is simple enough, so all I did was remove the accent marks, but yeah, I figured that since I wrote the Romanian accent with the English words, why not switch it and be fair and linguistically/accentually correct? Woot.
A very dark figure treaded easily through the thick flora of the forest, weaving between branches with physical familiarity. Above everything, the moon, the only scrap of light around, shone lightly, giving the trees some distinction in the obscurity of the night. As he got closer to his destination, the moonlit edges of the foliage became jagged and smaller trees and plants leaned away from the sky like crippled old men. Cream slashes contrasted against dark bark gleamed like wounds, bleeding sap and insects from within wooden flesh. Deeper and deeper into the forest he went with each step he took with his long stride. Once, he got caught on one half of a recently-snapped, thick branch and pulled free with a squawk, followed by an embarrassed clearing of the throat. From high above him, he heard a faint snicker and looked up to see two glowing dots.
"It's aluays a treat to hear you make zat sound." There was the sound of leaves rustling, and then the impact of claws and skin on tree bark coming down level by level, and then the two glowing dots were right before the dark figure, more clearly recognizable as eyes. "Too bad about your feazers, zough."
There was a rustling of feathers as the figure shrugged and gave his humongous wings a bit of a shake, which caused the basic smell of feathers to reach his companion's nose. "It was only a couple, and it more surprised me than hurt."
"Tell to me, Jeff, did you come after me tonight from some-euone's wanting?" The non-feathered being crossed his arms.
The taller figure, Jeff, stood firm. "No, I came because I wanted to."
Jeff's companion shifted feet a bit. "Yes, uell…" He caught himself, remembering he was supposed to be annoyed, and lifted his nose to the air defiantly. "I cannot help but recall ze rude attack to me an hour ago, and because of ze internet…uh…străin1…person don't recall…"
Jeff anxiously scratched at the ground with a talon. "Stranger. And I know, I got carried away and I shouldn't have. Iarta-ma2, Dragos?" He looked up and smiled a small smile for his friend.
"…De ce faci mereu asta3?" Dragos, which was a shortened nickname for Dragomir, snapped, stomping his feet on the ground a bit, though nothing he was doing at the moment had any anger to it. He then sighed, shoulders slumping and spine straightening as he relaxed, and gave Jeff a little smirk. "Am înţeles, aţi fost incantati4. You, I forgive." He stepped forward to pat his taller comrade on a soft shoulder. Then, without warning, he plucked a feather from Jeff's upper arm. Jeff squawked again and jumped, feathers poofing out just a little. Dragomir idly twirled the pilfered feather between his fingers, admiring with his excellent night-vision the sleekness of it and how the color of it was blacker than the night sky itself.
"That was uncalled for," said Jeff in his even-toned voice, bare cheeks turning a bit pink from embarrassment at having made that grating noise twice in the span of just a couple minutes, and in front of Dragomir no less, "and not funny."
"I believe that was funny." Dragomir released the feather with a flick and it fluttered to the ground. "Let's go; I smell rain arriving."
1) stranger
2) Forgive me
3) Why do you always do this
4) I understand, you were excited