Villager: Henry
Villager Info
ID: #110558
Name: Henry
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Explorer
Owner: Ixion
Species: Owl
Color: Great Horned
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
The crotchety old man of the forest
The great horned owl flew around the forest, collecting items useful to other creatures in the forest, and set up a shop at his tree to sell the items. His grumpy mug was pretty well known.
He almost always woke up too early and grumbled to himself as he watched the sun go down from his branch. He didn't like to fly until it was completely dark, and it always seemed to take forever for the final orange glow to disappear over the horizon. Worst of all, he had to watch as all the bats came squeaking out of their caves. The flying rat herds littered the sky and had the audacity to fly right over his tree.
Recently, this little white and yellow bat had been "resting" at his tree. The youngun did nothing but annoy Henry and most of the time he just sat in the hollow of his tree glaring out at the talkative little puffball.
He'd noticed that it seemed to be later and later that he let the little bat chatter before flying away or screeching at him to go away, and overtime, he eventually found himself actually enjoying the ramblings...and maybe the company.
The little bat always asked him how his day was, even though Henry has only ever glared at him with no response. When he gets no answer, he just goes on, telling Henry all about his day along with other anecdotes of his life that really weren't all that interesting, but with the innocence and excitement of a child painted over every word, he makes it sound like an adventure.
The old owl eventually found himself answering the little bat's morning question, and even telling his own short stories of things that have annoyed Henry that day. Usually the little fluff goes off to explain why it's silly to be annoyed at that, and Henry just feels foolish. "Think about something that made you happy instead!" the little bat squeaked.
It was after they had known each other almost a year that Henry finally asked the little bat his name, instead of just calling him "little bat". The bat seemed almost honored that he'd asked. "Orion! My mom named me after the stars!"
And the little white star shone brightly in the old owl's life, and turned his view around to see the beauty in the world during his last few years on earth.
The great horned owl flew around the forest, collecting items useful to other creatures in the forest, and set up a shop at his tree to sell the items. His grumpy mug was pretty well known.
He almost always woke up too early and grumbled to himself as he watched the sun go down from his branch. He didn't like to fly until it was completely dark, and it always seemed to take forever for the final orange glow to disappear over the horizon. Worst of all, he had to watch as all the bats came squeaking out of their caves. The flying rat herds littered the sky and had the audacity to fly right over his tree.
Recently, this little white and yellow bat had been "resting" at his tree. The youngun did nothing but annoy Henry and most of the time he just sat in the hollow of his tree glaring out at the talkative little puffball.
He'd noticed that it seemed to be later and later that he let the little bat chatter before flying away or screeching at him to go away, and overtime, he eventually found himself actually enjoying the ramblings...and maybe the company.
The little bat always asked him how his day was, even though Henry has only ever glared at him with no response. When he gets no answer, he just goes on, telling Henry all about his day along with other anecdotes of his life that really weren't all that interesting, but with the innocence and excitement of a child painted over every word, he makes it sound like an adventure.
The old owl eventually found himself answering the little bat's morning question, and even telling his own short stories of things that have annoyed Henry that day. Usually the little fluff goes off to explain why it's silly to be annoyed at that, and Henry just feels foolish. "Think about something that made you happy instead!" the little bat squeaked.
It was after they had known each other almost a year that Henry finally asked the little bat his name, instead of just calling him "little bat". The bat seemed almost honored that he'd asked. "Orion! My mom named me after the stars!"
And the little white star shone brightly in the old owl's life, and turned his view around to see the beauty in the world during his last few years on earth.
