08-19-2018, 06:53 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The time had come to move on from Snowbound, for whilst the territory had given him some solace and the ability to feel nostalgic for easier times, there wasn't enough daily hustle and bustle to keep the griffon satisfied. Even if he didn't participate in the socialising, crows were satisfying white noise for him, and with a rather disappointing display of a 'takeover' from the 'Pitt', Feliks figured it was best to bail on the pet project before the aggressors realised that they had backbones. Where he was to go was something that the mythological hybrid couldn't be so sure about, with a flimsy knowledge on the land's plethora of groups he was practically blindfolded, spun around several times and forced to find a donkey still enough to pin a tail onto... whatever the hell that meant. A particular spring appeared in the male's steps as he padded along the grassy knolls, the corners of his ashen beak curling upwards in callous mischief.
Thoughts were racing, he had so much to say and no one to say it to, even if he suspected that he was sort of trespassing Feliks didn't want to wait just a second for some company. "Oh toodlie-do!" he cawed out, rearing up like a horse as he let his hoarse voice ring throughout the plains. Sometimes he wished he was a horse, at least then when he was asked why his face was long sometimes he could make a joke out of it. Realising quite quickly that he was going off on a tangent, luckily being able to catch himself this time, the male would come to a standstill, digging his talons into the fresh ground idly. He had no idea whose territory this belonged to, had no idea if they were good guys or gits and if his previous little quips were anything to go by, the male seemed to care very little for joining. He'd just leave if he didn't like things, no bush league squad was gonna keep him from doing what he wanted.
"Name's Feliks, looking to join if you'll let me. I presume you have that auto-acceptance thingie-ma-bob around here so if someone could show me to camp that'd be lovely," he chuckled, the mature individual testing his boundaries. It was the best way to figure out if a group was the real deal or not, at least it was through his emerald eyes.
Thoughts were racing, he had so much to say and no one to say it to, even if he suspected that he was sort of trespassing Feliks didn't want to wait just a second for some company. "Oh toodlie-do!" he cawed out, rearing up like a horse as he let his hoarse voice ring throughout the plains. Sometimes he wished he was a horse, at least then when he was asked why his face was long sometimes he could make a joke out of it. Realising quite quickly that he was going off on a tangent, luckily being able to catch himself this time, the male would come to a standstill, digging his talons into the fresh ground idly. He had no idea whose territory this belonged to, had no idea if they were good guys or gits and if his previous little quips were anything to go by, the male seemed to care very little for joining. He'd just leave if he didn't like things, no bush league squad was gonna keep him from doing what he wanted.
"Name's Feliks, looking to join if you'll let me. I presume you have that auto-acceptance thingie-ma-bob around here so if someone could show me to camp that'd be lovely," he chuckled, the mature individual testing his boundaries. It was the best way to figure out if a group was the real deal or not, at least it was through his emerald eyes.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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