JESUS CHRIST WAS AN ONLY CHILD & open

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[size=10pt]Jaws likes to think he's exempt from whatever initiation ritual is inflicted upon newcomers. He's only a pigeon, anyways, though he would very much like to believe otherwise ... even if he felt bothered enough to respect their borders or Customs and Immigration--whatever they have--who's going to stop and pat down a fat old pigeon? Nobody. For this reason, Jaws considers himself above the petty laws of cats and dogs.

Well, someone like him might not quite fit in in a musty old swamp, but most cats tend to be dim-witted, despite their sharp eyes. He looks like someone's next meal--some hungry mange isn't going to be thinking about how strange it is to see a pigeon in a swamp when they're swiping at him. He wonders if other birds think so hard about things like this. He's seen the hassle it is to be confronted by the authorities, and he would love to avoid it at all costs. All he has to do is keep his fat mouth shut and keep hopping from dead branch to dead branch ...

As he's flying, suddenly there's a cramp in his left wing. And, well, what else is he supposed to do but scream in pure terrror and drop to the ground?

Or not the ground.

Jaws bellyflops straight into the swamp and gets a lovely mouthful of watered-down elephant's foot.

"FUCK."

Ugh, now he's covered in it. What is he going to do? He can't fly like this, covered in pollution and nuclear waste. Nevermind that, the cramp in his wing seems to have gotten worse ... he doesn't think it's a cramp anymore. He might have fractured something upon impact.

Curse these stupid, fragile bird bones of his.

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It wasn't often that a prey animal showed up at the border. Or rather, in this case, crashed over the border. Of course, that didn't mean that it never happened. There were one or two sentient prey animals that had showed up in the past, but they weren't exactly common, and Jaws probably should've considered himself lucky that he hadn't already been snapped up into the jaws of some huge animal such as himself. Not that Wormwood himself would've just leaped upon the pigeon and gone to town with eating him. After all, a pigeon wasn't exactly common in the swamp – it wasn't really common at all, actually – and it probably would've given him pause if he had come across Jaws while out on a hunting trip. Tanglewood did have some very unique species thanks to the radiation that permeated throughout the entire marshland territory, but he hadn't heard of a species of bird here completely mutating into another species of bird. Then again, he had never just been walking around and been unintentionally divebombed by someone from the sky shouting profanities. However, it seemed as though he was going to get that very unique experience, since as the winged lion was trotting along on a border patrol, suddenly he heard a very loud "FUCK!", and something has collapsed from the sky just a few feet away from him.

Blinking in surprise, the one eyed lion hesitated for a moment before approaching Jaws, clearing his throat and rumbling softly after a moment of observation, "Hey, uh, you're sentient, right? Are you alright? You took a pretty nasty fall there, and I can't imagine that was good for you..." He didn't wanna go shouting for Sekby or Moth or someone else with medical knowledge until he knew a bit more about the strange pigeon that had just crash landed into their territory, especially since he didn't actually know if this creature was sentient. After all, perhaps he had just heard the wind or a snap incorrectly as the word "fuck"... he doubted that he had, but he hadn't even seen an actual pigeon ever since he had left the pride. They had been very common in the old city they had called home, and they were usually one of the main sources of food for the lions that lived there when things were tough, but ever since he had left he had pretty much entirely forgotten about the creatures' existence. If he was more like Vathmos, he probably would've been shamelessly salivating over the male because of his status as a prey animal... God, he missed Vathmos. As much as the hyena had a tendency to freak put others, she had still been his best friend. Sighing softly, he shook off the sadness that gripped him, waiting for a response from Jaws.

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[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Crowley doesn't really Get the whole ... prey animal thing. In his opinion, it's pretty barbaric. To be fair, most of the animals here were carnivores, but it's still something else to see such intelligent creatures still gathering their food the same way as their feral counterparts. Not to mention, was there a distinction between prey and predators that made predators more likely to be .. not feral?
"You're really going with 'you're sentient, right?'" Crowley rolls his eyes, even as he grimaces in sympathy at the downed bird. It was a fairly condescending way to word it. In any case, the bird sure wasn't going to be flying for a while, and even if it wasn't, Crowley wasn't one for kicking something when it was already down. Or, in this case, killing a downed bird, even if it was just feral. "Didn't break anything? There's probably somewhere nearby to wash off," Ah, the bane of Crowley's existence. Being helpful. Admittedly, Crowley was mostly doing it out of a sense of kinship. He'd always liked birds, and, for that matter, Crowley was pretty well versed with wings and feathers. Having his own, for one, but even when he'd still had his demonic miracles he hadn't been able to use them on his own wings. So, he'd had to learn to take care of them and heal them himself. Y'know. The human ... mortal way.