Stanley Burrell
06-21-2008, 07:56 PM
You remove a burnished golden meadowlark dusted across the wings with crushed rubies from in your ornithology textbook.
>wear meadow
You place your golden meadowlark on your shoulder.
>inspect my meadow
You carefully inspect your golden meadowlark.
You determine that you could wear the meadowlark, hanging it from your shoulders. The meadowlark appears to serve some purpose.
>Tap my meadowlark
You idly tap the beak of your golden meadowlark. The golden meadowlark shuffles uncomfortably, as if just awakened. It leans from foot to foot a moment before arching its neck and letting forth a beautiful trill.
>Pull my meadowlark
You foolishly pull on the beak of your golden meadowlark. In response, it lets out an earshattering screech that causes you to flinch, fortunately allowing you to avoid its sharp beak trying to snap at you.
>push my meadowlark
You will need to wind your golden meadowlark first.
>Wave my meadowlark
You point up into the air and sharply command your golden meadowlark to take flight. Suddenly the meadowlark begins to flap its wings quickly. Slowly it rises bare inches off of your shoulder and lets out a merry trill at its accomplishment before landing again.
>Rub my meadowlark
You gently stroke the back of your golden meadowlark. The creature coos softly and stretches out its wings under your caress.
>Exhale my meadowlark
A shriek akin to the death-cry of a mongrel kobold pierces the relative silence around you. Looking over, you notice people staring at you oddly, as you squeeze and blow into your golden meadowlark as if it was a bagpipe. Comparatively, even a bagpipe would sound good!
>prod my meadowlark
The golden meadowlark lets out a low, sharp whistle while flapping its wings at you in agitation. Its angry twitter continues for a few moments while it attempts to settle down. Perhaps you should be nicer to your golden meadowlark in the future?
>spin my meadowlark
You enthusiastically turn the crank on your golden meadowlark, impatient to bring forth a beautiful song. The gears inside the golden meadowlark groan in protest and then.. Booooiiiinnnnggggg!!! Next time try to turn it a little more slowly.
>smooch my meadowlark
You turn and smooch the golden meadowlark perched on your shoulder lovingly. The golden meadowlark seems to brighten at this and leads into a tender lovesong. Gentle, lilting notes fill the air as the golden meadowlark serenades you.
>look in meadowlark
That is closed. :shrug:
Songs have a ~14 second duration between each of the meadowlark's verses, once activated, as follows:
>Turn my meadowlark
You slowly wind the golden meadowlark's crank, feeling the spring tighten and the clicking of tiny gears as the meadowlark's beak opens and closes.
>turn meadowlark
You have already wound your golden meadowlark. Turning it further might damage it.
>push meadowlark
You push back the latch holding the crank in place on your golden meadowlark and the mechanical sound of clicking gears can be heard. Suddenly, the meadowlark seems to come to life as it flaps its wings in rhythmic motion and begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful melody.
As your golden meadowlark continues to sing, a beautiful and hypnotic melody lilts through the air as if the meadowlark is pouring out its mechanical heart for the world to hear.
A high pitched trill fills the air as your golden meadowlark flexes its wings elegantly and brings its melodic tune to a beautiful crescendo.
Your golden meadowlark begins rocking back and forth on its perch as it trills out a jaunty, fast paced tune. Its jerky movements almost seem to resemble some sort of avian jig!
You smile softly as a gentle lull in the tune brings your golden meadowlark's song from a fevered pitch to a calm, soothing melody.
A mournful dirge pours out from within your golden meadowlark. Its lament for the end of the song is readily apparent.
Your golden meadowlark winds down as it reaches the end of its power. Its song fades and slows until the last note is sung and the meadowlark's wings fall motionless against its sides.
Item: A burnished golden meadowlark dusted across the wings with crushed rubies.
MB: N/A
BO: First 5m either in this post or Privately Messaged on these forums. First come first serve to the first 5m with earliest timestamp.
>wear meadow
You place your golden meadowlark on your shoulder.
>inspect my meadow
You carefully inspect your golden meadowlark.
You determine that you could wear the meadowlark, hanging it from your shoulders. The meadowlark appears to serve some purpose.
>Tap my meadowlark
You idly tap the beak of your golden meadowlark. The golden meadowlark shuffles uncomfortably, as if just awakened. It leans from foot to foot a moment before arching its neck and letting forth a beautiful trill.
>Pull my meadowlark
You foolishly pull on the beak of your golden meadowlark. In response, it lets out an earshattering screech that causes you to flinch, fortunately allowing you to avoid its sharp beak trying to snap at you.
>push my meadowlark
You will need to wind your golden meadowlark first.
>Wave my meadowlark
You point up into the air and sharply command your golden meadowlark to take flight. Suddenly the meadowlark begins to flap its wings quickly. Slowly it rises bare inches off of your shoulder and lets out a merry trill at its accomplishment before landing again.
>Rub my meadowlark
You gently stroke the back of your golden meadowlark. The creature coos softly and stretches out its wings under your caress.
>Exhale my meadowlark
A shriek akin to the death-cry of a mongrel kobold pierces the relative silence around you. Looking over, you notice people staring at you oddly, as you squeeze and blow into your golden meadowlark as if it was a bagpipe. Comparatively, even a bagpipe would sound good!
>prod my meadowlark
The golden meadowlark lets out a low, sharp whistle while flapping its wings at you in agitation. Its angry twitter continues for a few moments while it attempts to settle down. Perhaps you should be nicer to your golden meadowlark in the future?
>spin my meadowlark
You enthusiastically turn the crank on your golden meadowlark, impatient to bring forth a beautiful song. The gears inside the golden meadowlark groan in protest and then.. Booooiiiinnnnggggg!!! Next time try to turn it a little more slowly.
>smooch my meadowlark
You turn and smooch the golden meadowlark perched on your shoulder lovingly. The golden meadowlark seems to brighten at this and leads into a tender lovesong. Gentle, lilting notes fill the air as the golden meadowlark serenades you.
>look in meadowlark
That is closed. :shrug:
Songs have a ~14 second duration between each of the meadowlark's verses, once activated, as follows:
>Turn my meadowlark
You slowly wind the golden meadowlark's crank, feeling the spring tighten and the clicking of tiny gears as the meadowlark's beak opens and closes.
>turn meadowlark
You have already wound your golden meadowlark. Turning it further might damage it.
>push meadowlark
You push back the latch holding the crank in place on your golden meadowlark and the mechanical sound of clicking gears can be heard. Suddenly, the meadowlark seems to come to life as it flaps its wings in rhythmic motion and begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful melody.
As your golden meadowlark continues to sing, a beautiful and hypnotic melody lilts through the air as if the meadowlark is pouring out its mechanical heart for the world to hear.
A high pitched trill fills the air as your golden meadowlark flexes its wings elegantly and brings its melodic tune to a beautiful crescendo.
Your golden meadowlark begins rocking back and forth on its perch as it trills out a jaunty, fast paced tune. Its jerky movements almost seem to resemble some sort of avian jig!
You smile softly as a gentle lull in the tune brings your golden meadowlark's song from a fevered pitch to a calm, soothing melody.
A mournful dirge pours out from within your golden meadowlark. Its lament for the end of the song is readily apparent.
Your golden meadowlark winds down as it reaches the end of its power. Its song fades and slows until the last note is sung and the meadowlark's wings fall motionless against its sides.
Item: A burnished golden meadowlark dusted across the wings with crushed rubies.
MB: N/A
BO: First 5m either in this post or Privately Messaged on these forums. First come first serve to the first 5m with earliest timestamp.