07-28-2018, 03:50 PM
FELIKS — SNOWBOUND
/ oof i thought only vultures had a sense of smell worth mentioning
since birds are mostly known for their eyes more than anything, thanks for the info + welcome tho c:
Their hostilities were as clear as day, and the normally hot tempered individual found himself having to keep his beak shut to prevent a fight breaking out their and then. So many times he had been antsy towards trespassers, it was pure unadulterated hypocrisy to pretend that he was different to those others... but deep down he had to be. Brains, brawn, a natural talent at provocation, whatever he had it separated him from those 'normies', as someone a little younger than him might've said. If he was gonna be allowed to join, like he'd been expecting to be from the start due to a history of being in overly accepting groups, there was no point being bored on the scent lines. A dull mind was the devil's playground, and stagnation was something that the griffon wished to avoid for his own sake. You're better than you were before. Don't do bad things for the sake of your amusement. Snorting in a half-hearted cockiness, Feliks reared his feathered head back, corners of his beak seemingly trying to creep upwards in a smirk.
"Because I preen with L'Oreal," he bit back in quiet sarcasm, tail lashing subtly as silence enveloped the male. "Nah but in all seriousness, I don't have to prove my worth to ya darling. Sorry,". Apology feigned with a sweet tone, Feliks would turn his head towards the leader, emerald gaze softening at the sight of an injured individual. That sucked, of course it could be argued that they should've been strong enough to not get their ass beaten, but weakness was a hard thing to overcome for many. Slowly he blinked, absorbing the telepathic information like a sponge and clicking his beak in thought. A leader, he'd have to keep his wits about him then, it took one bad day for one of those to abuse their stature. "Eh, my bad, don't really have an excuse for trespassing but if you have it in your heart to forgive me I'm sure I'll be an above average clanmate,". His beak opened in an attempted grin, his lack of genuine care for his actions as clear as day. It was so, so hard to pretend to feel guilt over his actions, to him it really wasn't that big of a deal. "Good to meet you though,".
A two second glance was given to the one who remained silent before those almond shaped eyes fixated on Aizawa, digging his talons into the snow. Lucky, he was lucky to subject himself to laws and regulations when he was a free spirit? He was lucky that some leader decided to forgive him? Feliks huffed. What a friendly stranger, the lion was another contender for best douchebag on this scene but the griffon kept himself cool. Too many bonds had been severed because of him, in this new life he could not let such things happen again. Try not to let those things happen at least, he was an old dog that was struggling to learn new tricks and to change himself for the better. It wasn't as easy as those self-help books proclaimed. "Suppose I should be lucky that you're the tough guy who greeted me as well, I'd be mortified if it was someone y'know, actually tough," he mumbled. Feliks was sure that would go over with them like a lead balloon, but that stupid little smirk of his suggested he was just doing it for attention.
Maybe deep down it was something to do with genetics, having a lion's backside was sure to bring some of their competitive genes along with it and dislikes for those of the same gender but he'd be damned if he blamed his provoking on such primitive things. That made him no better than savages if he did that. "So before I get murdered by words... can I get some names? I know Atbash's now but I don't think I know the rest of you and I'm not being funny but I don't think you're gonna want the nicknames I'd give to you friendly folk,".
since birds are mostly known for their eyes more than anything, thanks for the info + welcome tho c:
Their hostilities were as clear as day, and the normally hot tempered individual found himself having to keep his beak shut to prevent a fight breaking out their and then. So many times he had been antsy towards trespassers, it was pure unadulterated hypocrisy to pretend that he was different to those others... but deep down he had to be. Brains, brawn, a natural talent at provocation, whatever he had it separated him from those 'normies', as someone a little younger than him might've said. If he was gonna be allowed to join, like he'd been expecting to be from the start due to a history of being in overly accepting groups, there was no point being bored on the scent lines. A dull mind was the devil's playground, and stagnation was something that the griffon wished to avoid for his own sake. You're better than you were before. Don't do bad things for the sake of your amusement. Snorting in a half-hearted cockiness, Feliks reared his feathered head back, corners of his beak seemingly trying to creep upwards in a smirk.
"Because I preen with L'Oreal," he bit back in quiet sarcasm, tail lashing subtly as silence enveloped the male. "Nah but in all seriousness, I don't have to prove my worth to ya darling. Sorry,". Apology feigned with a sweet tone, Feliks would turn his head towards the leader, emerald gaze softening at the sight of an injured individual. That sucked, of course it could be argued that they should've been strong enough to not get their ass beaten, but weakness was a hard thing to overcome for many. Slowly he blinked, absorbing the telepathic information like a sponge and clicking his beak in thought. A leader, he'd have to keep his wits about him then, it took one bad day for one of those to abuse their stature. "Eh, my bad, don't really have an excuse for trespassing but if you have it in your heart to forgive me I'm sure I'll be an above average clanmate,". His beak opened in an attempted grin, his lack of genuine care for his actions as clear as day. It was so, so hard to pretend to feel guilt over his actions, to him it really wasn't that big of a deal. "Good to meet you though,".
A two second glance was given to the one who remained silent before those almond shaped eyes fixated on Aizawa, digging his talons into the snow. Lucky, he was lucky to subject himself to laws and regulations when he was a free spirit? He was lucky that some leader decided to forgive him? Feliks huffed. What a friendly stranger, the lion was another contender for best douchebag on this scene but the griffon kept himself cool. Too many bonds had been severed because of him, in this new life he could not let such things happen again. Try not to let those things happen at least, he was an old dog that was struggling to learn new tricks and to change himself for the better. It wasn't as easy as those self-help books proclaimed. "Suppose I should be lucky that you're the tough guy who greeted me as well, I'd be mortified if it was someone y'know, actually tough," he mumbled. Feliks was sure that would go over with them like a lead balloon, but that stupid little smirk of his suggested he was just doing it for attention.
Maybe deep down it was something to do with genetics, having a lion's backside was sure to bring some of their competitive genes along with it and dislikes for those of the same gender but he'd be damned if he blamed his provoking on such primitive things. That made him no better than savages if he did that. "So before I get murdered by words... can I get some names? I know Atbash's now but I don't think I know the rest of you and I'm not being funny but I don't think you're gonna want the nicknames I'd give to you friendly folk,".
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