When a Hoo Hoos.[Brit]

It was a regular day...

The owl was looking out the window, at the sights of Endymion. So much had changed int his owls life recently, the development of this odd thing called a persona. She was inside of the apartment of her owner Brittney, and was alone at the moment carefully thinking about...Her existance actually.

What purpose did an owl have in life?What was she meant to do? Bernadette was merely a predatory bird that was domesticated and brought in, nothing really big in her life beyond the loss of her entire family which stung. To make matters worse the pet store had confused her for a guy on the contrary.


Now....She was a lone owl living in this woman's apartment, who appeared to have some unusual odd ass friends. What was she going to do now that she could talk...Could live, could live a life no other owl out there was capable of. Who was that unusual man from the night before and just what did she even discover?It was confusing really, and a plethora of emotions had hit the owl. Bernadette would continue to look out torwards Endymion from the window, closed of course due to her being incapable of actually opening it.

She hood, and she hood. An owl surprisingly out of all things was capable of thinking rather deeply, as her existance had been influenced by the fact that now she had obtained a persona, and was capable of things just about no household bird was ever capable of. How far would this go though was the true question. Upon her owner walking in, Bernard only hood in response it seemed, carefully looking out the window curious about everything. However when Brit appeared to open the window, Bernard wouldn't move or anything and would flap her wings are Brit, turning around and now flapping at her. ...I don't wanna fly.

The owl sounded dejected and really didn't seem to want to just run outside or anything of that sort, but why though?

Brit. The owl said with a slightly annoyed tone. I don't know, but ever since that night now I have this freaking weird thing in me that lets me hurt things.The owl seemed slightly frustrated if anything, as the owl would hoo and then flap her wings a bit rapidly. It was rather unusual for an owl in any wavelength form or way to develop this thing called a persona, maybe this set the stage for people to write stories about the owl and her existance, and maybe ship her with someone else as they put it. Human sure as hell tended to be very f**ing weird people sometimes. Listen Brit. This is rather unusual, I get it, but now I can talk like you people do?Ok?The owl looked carefully at brit and simply hood at her afterwards.

The owl sighed at the fact that her owner seemed to be more preoccupied and excited at how the owl was capable of talking rather than more so concerned with the owls actual problems at the moment. mmmmmm....The owl simply said as she was suddenly grabbed by Brit and then hugged by her. The owl would merely hoo at the moment for now as she was crushed against Brits body. Brit can you uh... Relax? I think we got something more important to worry about. The owl was uncomfortably smothered and snuggled by brit, at the moment she really did not seem to be in the mood for any of this.

In fact, the owls face was clearly one that was ready to spit venom at the moment and her tone would sound annoyed if Brit were to pay attention when she spoke. I think something better to worry about is....Why I can talk?

Yes relax. I was about to peck you humph. The owl would hoo and appear rather annoyed right now at that, I guess that weird thingy lets me talk now then. I think I can get it out now.The owl would try, and get incredibly frustrated attempting to summon it, if Brit were to look at Bernard right now. She would see simply an owl hooing around and making unusually frustrated faces as if they were concentrating. Trying to evoke some sembalance of a persona.

After a few tries though, Bernard had stopped and would sigh to herself. Well fuck that isn't working. I don't know how to feel Brit, it's so weird to be able to talk. You humans have so many weird words in your language too!

You didn't, but you humans still use that language.A simple ruffle of her feathers came out as the small young owl would hoo and look around her. Nothing interesting laid inside the room and she simply was just not sure if she wanted to do anything today either. She was a nocturnal creature and certainly not one that was active during the day time. Don't get that soap you humans use near me!It's suffocating-waitIcan'tsmell...It was as if Bernard had become dense for a moment and the owl had just realized "oh wow, I can't actually smell things". Birds such as her were utterly incapable of smelling things or being able to discern scents in any way.Ok Ok I get it. I won't go talking to people.Bernard simply murmured to herself, as she giggled on the inside and preformed her own recollection of the events earlier that day. Already the owl had taken risks and talked to other people.

Hoo, hoo, hoo. The owl would continuously hoo as Brittney spoke. I fly around the city, of course I'm going to hear people talk like that. Did you forget how owls have really really good hearing? We can hear alot of things most humans or other animals could not in the first place. It is not difficult for me to listen to the stupidity of most peoples day to day lives....Bernard would pause for a minute. ...and the language they use too.An obligatory flap of the wings would occur, as Bernard would get confused upon Brittney getting really close to her face. Unfortunately however, that triggered something. As the young hoo would begin to make an unusual noise and suddenly sneeze directly downwards. Contrary to popular belief, an owl was actually capable of sneezing under certain circumstances.

Bernard offered an obligatorily flap flap to Brittney, as she would look around the room. To be honest everything was viewed in a new lime light to her. Brit why do you humans use that weird device you always have your heads in, the one with the flashing lights that makes strange noises to make you pick it up.The owl was rather curious about what the fuck a cellphone was, and why these damn normies I mean humans actually used it.I noticed that about my hearing when I react to things easier, most animals or people don't turn their heads to look in certain directions that I do. I notice the littlest things. In a sense, it was like Bernard was perfectly capable of observing and spying on people, almost without them being capable of noticing it whatsoever.

You humans have weird words, what is this language, what is owl language. I have a language?I just hoo!