//short cuz of lack of muse. sorry c':
Pow right in the kisser! Where was her ten bucks?! Did she see that coming or did she see that coming. Cry screeched out at the invader, doubling on Killua's attack and aiming to launch herself up onto the cat's head. She aimed to sink her sharp talons into the invader's flesh and peck at her eyes. The raven was pissed. She was seething. She could feel her usually cold and bitter blood begin to flow, boiling and simmering from her unkept rage.
Who could do that?! Who attacked a child? Who in their right mind as that much of an idiot that they needed to make someone smaller than them weaker? This stranger probably was on a bloodrush high right now. She was probably ecstatic with herself. Yeaaah! We showed that kid! That poor innocent kid that just returned a friendly greeting. Cry growled, only holding on tighter. It would be hard to remove her, as her rage gave her a new strength. Her broken wing strained, attempting its hardest to keep her balance. The bandages became unwound and unraveled, the healing wounds ripping back open after being exposed to the elements once again. She continued to scream and shout, ignoring her aching body. She turned to Killua. ]Go! She cried out, I won't let her escape! Get help!
//feel free to throw her around. Just no major injuries c:
"SPEECH"
Pow right in the kisser! Where was her ten bucks?! Did she see that coming or did she see that coming. Cry screeched out at the invader, doubling on Killua's attack and aiming to launch herself up onto the cat's head. She aimed to sink her sharp talons into the invader's flesh and peck at her eyes. The raven was pissed. She was seething. She could feel her usually cold and bitter blood begin to flow, boiling and simmering from her unkept rage.
Who could do that?! Who attacked a child? Who in their right mind as that much of an idiot that they needed to make someone smaller than them weaker? This stranger probably was on a bloodrush high right now. She was probably ecstatic with herself. Yeaaah! We showed that kid! That poor innocent kid that just returned a friendly greeting. Cry growled, only holding on tighter. It would be hard to remove her, as her rage gave her a new strength. Her broken wing strained, attempting its hardest to keep her balance. The bandages became unwound and unraveled, the healing wounds ripping back open after being exposed to the elements once again. She continued to scream and shout, ignoring her aching body. She turned to Killua. ]Go! She cried out, I won't let her escape! Get help!
//feel free to throw her around. Just no major injuries c:
"SPEECH"