08-20-2018, 07:34 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Hearing the type of friendliness he expected out of strangers, the male would extend his wings, flapping them in hopes that the breeze created would try and cool the first two down. Poppycock... if he was bad or not... he was the sweetest angel on this side of the hemisphere! "Well I'll give you a hint kid, if I was bad you'd be dead right now. Chopped up and served as a feline soufflé, perhaps with a side o' cream," he teased, tail lashing just slightly at accusations that he could've been evil. A little bit of a dick, sure, but Feliks loathed evil more than he loathed the letter X. He'd sacrificed everything trying to fight it, to suddenly join the demons after failing to beat them just seemed asinine. "Though I can give you that sleep if ya want,". He lifted up a forepaw, making a 'punching' motion with it to indicate knocking Onision out. It was just more of his ill-intended teasing, Feliks not really seeing the potential issues with making a joke of that threatening caliber.
His emerald gaze focused in on Crowdcontrol next, the second individual to tell him to slow down a little bit. A stunted 'hah' emerged from a parted beak, holding his head proud and tall. They seemed bored, which made them boring in return, so the male didn't want to waste much time talking to this one. I don't tolerate trespassers he imitated a whiny voice within his head, snorting when it was time to be provocative about that. "Can't be a trespasser if I've just been accepted into the group,". Tapping the side of his cranium with a long talon, his wide-eyed stare would finally reign in on Imperia, who appeared to be the most tolerant out of this band of merry mammals. In return for such patience, Feliks toned down his wicked grin, bowing his head in greetings. It seemed like a total 180, from being rough towards those rough to him to acting like more of a gentleman. "They had me quiverin' in my snake skin boots ma'am," he chuckled sarcastically, hoping that the others wouldn't get offended that he thought they were totally not scary.
Very few things scared the male, he'd seen enough shit to know what could and couldn't hurt him. "Depends on how far back you wanna go. Couple of years ago I came from a vivacious land ripe for the picking. It was across the seas though, can't be bothered to fly back there. Now in recent history... I come from Snowbound. Wasn't really active there, some D-bag from the armPitt deciding he wanted to 'take over' or whatever young bucks do was enough to get me to bail,". What an amazingly casual way to mention that exposition. "Good to meet ya though, regardless,".
His emerald gaze focused in on Crowdcontrol next, the second individual to tell him to slow down a little bit. A stunted 'hah' emerged from a parted beak, holding his head proud and tall. They seemed bored, which made them boring in return, so the male didn't want to waste much time talking to this one. I don't tolerate trespassers he imitated a whiny voice within his head, snorting when it was time to be provocative about that. "Can't be a trespasser if I've just been accepted into the group,". Tapping the side of his cranium with a long talon, his wide-eyed stare would finally reign in on Imperia, who appeared to be the most tolerant out of this band of merry mammals. In return for such patience, Feliks toned down his wicked grin, bowing his head in greetings. It seemed like a total 180, from being rough towards those rough to him to acting like more of a gentleman. "They had me quiverin' in my snake skin boots ma'am," he chuckled sarcastically, hoping that the others wouldn't get offended that he thought they were totally not scary.
Very few things scared the male, he'd seen enough shit to know what could and couldn't hurt him. "Depends on how far back you wanna go. Couple of years ago I came from a vivacious land ripe for the picking. It was across the seas though, can't be bothered to fly back there. Now in recent history... I come from Snowbound. Wasn't really active there, some D-bag from the armPitt deciding he wanted to 'take over' or whatever young bucks do was enough to get me to bail,". What an amazingly casual way to mention that exposition. "Good to meet ya though, regardless,".
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