07-11-2018, 11:07 AM
So this kid was looking for a friend. Cute. This place was full of two opposites, cute fuzzy wuzzy stories and dark cryptic tales. It was sorta endearing to see someone just searching for a friend. The poor kid looked nervous. Overly nervous. Sorta... familiar. She squinted her milky eyes from the distant tree she was resting in. Stripes... Red color... Tiny baby useless horns, God how many people was she going to meet with parallels to back home? How long until she breaks and calls them by their copy's name? She sighed, fluffing her feathers. She supposed she wouldn't get into too much trouble for eavesdropping.
Cry flopped down onto her back, her wings hanging over the edge of the tree branch. It was more dangerous than sitting up right, but it felt familiar and comfortable. She'd be fine. She drifted on the edge of sleep for a few pregnant moments before she heard the tiger's name. She screeched out, shocked. She flailed, squawking as she fell the tell ten feet to the ground. She whined at the pain shooting up her spine for a few seconds before her voice broke into drunken giggles. The bird snorted, slowly standing back up. She reached a wing up to amplify her voice. Hey, Ass-ister! She called out tauntingly, Was a palace full of servants and soft fabrics not good enough for you?? How the hell did that stupid stuck up prick find his way here, anyways? She supposed it was the perfect place for him to end up, though. Though, it was probably a bit too bright for him. He always did complain about higher temperatures; clearly a creature made for the cold.
To say the two were antiquated was a bit of an understatement. They had a fairly healthy relationship. If a healthy relationship entailed of constantly friendly (yet sometimes violent) teasing, of course. Alister had a copy of their book in his ship, so Cry and her family could visit any time. It was nice, though she didn't personally enjoy the feeling of zero gravity or the motion sickness.
The bird hopped up to her feet, continuing to sway, giggling and snorting, for a few moments before opening her wings and traveling over to the others. She snorted, covering her beak. Atbash! Izuku! Meet Alister. The weirdest crygophile Ive ever met. She raised a brow, pointing towards the tiger behind her. Seriously, she started, smug, You can dunk him in a vat of liquid nitrogen and he'd complain its too hot.
"SPEECH"
Cry flopped down onto her back, her wings hanging over the edge of the tree branch. It was more dangerous than sitting up right, but it felt familiar and comfortable. She'd be fine. She drifted on the edge of sleep for a few pregnant moments before she heard the tiger's name. She screeched out, shocked. She flailed, squawking as she fell the tell ten feet to the ground. She whined at the pain shooting up her spine for a few seconds before her voice broke into drunken giggles. The bird snorted, slowly standing back up. She reached a wing up to amplify her voice. Hey, Ass-ister! She called out tauntingly, Was a palace full of servants and soft fabrics not good enough for you?? How the hell did that stupid stuck up prick find his way here, anyways? She supposed it was the perfect place for him to end up, though. Though, it was probably a bit too bright for him. He always did complain about higher temperatures; clearly a creature made for the cold.
To say the two were antiquated was a bit of an understatement. They had a fairly healthy relationship. If a healthy relationship entailed of constantly friendly (yet sometimes violent) teasing, of course. Alister had a copy of their book in his ship, so Cry and her family could visit any time. It was nice, though she didn't personally enjoy the feeling of zero gravity or the motion sickness.
The bird hopped up to her feet, continuing to sway, giggling and snorting, for a few moments before opening her wings and traveling over to the others. She snorted, covering her beak. Atbash! Izuku! Meet Alister. The weirdest crygophile Ive ever met. She raised a brow, pointing towards the tiger behind her. Seriously, she started, smug, You can dunk him in a vat of liquid nitrogen and he'd complain its too hot.
"SPEECH"