11-08-2018, 07:47 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Though curiosity may have been more associated with cats as opposed to birds (having a lion's backside didn't change his resolve that he wasn't a feline), it would surely be a thing that would kill him one day regardless. Talks of the Rosebloods had been brief in the meeting, overshadowed by the outcry of a frustrated high position, but when things had settled down the male realised that he didn't have a clue who these creatures were and why they were 'selfish bitches'. Never the type to take what somebody said to heart before figuring the truth out for himself, the newly instated privateer had made it his personal goal to figure out what was up with the forgotten ally, and figure out why he didn't know anything about them. Being naive was a tragic disaster, one he'd much rather avoid before it cost him his morals and honour.
It'd been quite some time before he'd been able to find the folk who claimed to have thorns in their bloodstream (that must've been painful, and it'd explain their misery when greeting him, he was sure), but eventually their rainforest came into vision. When hearing that yet another group lived in a jungle, Feliks had been about ready to give up and assume that what the Captain said was true, but he'd held out... just about. He sat as close to the borders as he possibly could, scarred leg splayed out as to provide a bit more comfort when the air was becoming more bitter with the threats of winter. So far, all seemed quiet, perhaps a symbol of the group's seemingly recluse nature (he was yet to learn any different), the gryphon figured he'd have to cry out to get some attention from the potentially scheming group.
Should they respond with violence, he'd do so in kind, for now though he just wanted an explanation. As much as he got along with Pincher, there was no defending the Captain on his piss poor explanation. No one was going to be safe from his brutal honesty towards authority, not even friends. "I'm just here to chat before any of you throw your purses at me," Feliks called hoarsely, hoping the vexing comment would bring some folk out of their hiding spots. No one liked to be taunted after all, even if it wasn't the best way to claim parley, surely it would bring creatures running.
It'd been quite some time before he'd been able to find the folk who claimed to have thorns in their bloodstream (that must've been painful, and it'd explain their misery when greeting him, he was sure), but eventually their rainforest came into vision. When hearing that yet another group lived in a jungle, Feliks had been about ready to give up and assume that what the Captain said was true, but he'd held out... just about. He sat as close to the borders as he possibly could, scarred leg splayed out as to provide a bit more comfort when the air was becoming more bitter with the threats of winter. So far, all seemed quiet, perhaps a symbol of the group's seemingly recluse nature (he was yet to learn any different), the gryphon figured he'd have to cry out to get some attention from the potentially scheming group.
Should they respond with violence, he'd do so in kind, for now though he just wanted an explanation. As much as he got along with Pincher, there was no defending the Captain on his piss poor explanation. No one was going to be safe from his brutal honesty towards authority, not even friends. "I'm just here to chat before any of you throw your purses at me," Feliks called hoarsely, hoping the vexing comment would bring some folk out of their hiding spots. No one liked to be taunted after all, even if it wasn't the best way to claim parley, surely it would bring creatures running.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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