Flocking Meaning Slang Novels & Stories

I realised after a moment that they were actually fighting; their movements were so fluid, so beautiful, that they looked choreographed. Samyak grinned. “You’d think so, right? But no – see, the Eagles are so named because birds can flit around, fly from place to place, manoeuvre quickly in the air; they can also watch over everyone else below them, get a bird’s eye view of the situation. See it all from a perspective that lets them evaluate without being involved in the action – like the young, ungrouped wolves. They're aligned with spirit because it is, in the end, their spirit that chooses their tribe.”

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Her face was full of surprise as she didn't know where he was driving with that kind of question. “You know there is this saying birds of the same feather flock together but I am not sure it is in the same weather... but what they didn’t state there, is if they flock at the same time. They flock but not at the same time which means when a hunter gun down one of them, the rest run for their lives and live as though nothing ever happened. That is how they live, they live as though they didn’t lose anyone,” he paused and looked at Danah whose gaze was fixed on his face. He knew she didn’t understand what he meant by what he said, so he paused.

"I'm just not pack materiel. More of a lone wolf type, you know. Lone fox." Alf looked like he was going to send another lukewarm burn my way, but Beta Nora spoke up first. When she spoke, everybody shut up. "Foxes have their own version of a pack. A skulk I believe it is called." Nora said, referring to a foxes family group. "We just call it a Fox Hole," I told her honestly. Skulk was an old term we stopped using a long time ago. "That is a type of pack. There is not much difference." Nora said.

he replied casually, as if the word carried no particular meaning at all, like it was just another term for a team of coworkers or a group of colleagues working together on a project. ‘Pack’. My eyebrows lifted involuntarily before I could stop myself, the word feeling odd in my mouth, like I was expecting it to be some kind of slang, a nickname, or maybe even a code name. It sounded more like something you’d call a sports team, or maybe a fraternity at university, not a serious, organized group of people with their own rules and hierarchy. I almost cracked a smile, imagining Nisi and Rapha in a frat house, but Rapha leaned in slightly before I could let the thought take root.

Bianca woke up as a Queen and no wild flying bird objected to her reign. As the crows soared through the moonlit sky, their numbers began to multiply. One by one, more joined the flock, their glossy black feathers glistening in the pale light. The flapping of their wings echoed in the stillness of the night as they came together, united by their shared mission. With each passing moment, the flock grew larger, like an unstoppable force gathering strength. The crows cawed with determination, their voices echoing through the dense forest. They flew through the trees, their wings beating in perfect harmony, their beady eyes focused on the goal ahead.

“You would and should. The pack often comes through my lands on their freedom runs.” “What’s a freedom run?” I ask. “Are they called something different where you are from?” she asks, looking at me with curiosity. “A freedom run is where every werewolf in the back shift at once. We give into our wolfly urges of running and acting wild. It’s liberating, and a good bonding experience for the pack.” “Ah,” I say. I suppose that makes sense. As a human, I’ve never participated in anything like that, but I remember there being something similar back in my own pack, even though it’s called something different.

This time Ezikiel was the one whose voice becomes louder, aggravating he shouts, “What did they say with my handsome face?! I make that kid eaten his words, and taste my burning fist.” Cederick immediately pulled Ezikiel back before he adds more fuel to the fire. “Stay put there,” he commanded, which Ezikiel followed without complaint. Cederick then sighed, and thought, “Ezikiel, Nikka, and Lance are the big example of an idiom, ‘birds with the same feather flock together,’ “ Christine also added to what she said, “And he said that brother Cede looks like a weakling than his big brother, d*mn I felt upset!”

Bridge, Layla, and I were in pain from laughing so hard at them trying to mimic whatever their phrase was. Frankie stood in front of us wiggling his body like a fish. Elijah and the others were calling out words like .. fish.. wiggle … gone fishing … worm.. and bait. Frankie rolled his eyes and moved to the next word. This time he started jumping around like a rabbit. Then the guys yelled … frog…. Uhh rabbit! … oh oh your a whale! … no he’s a cat right? …. Frankie got frustrated. “No mother fuckers! I am hopping. This ….” He started doing his weird wiggling move again .. “is a bell. It’s a bell ringing… this .. is HOPPING. Bell. Hop. Bellhop. Get it??”

Alec mused. I stopped walking and turned around slowly. When he put it that way, it sounded ridiculous. “What does feral mean to you?” “We’re rejects or runaways from other packs,” Malcom explained. “What did you think feral meant?”