08-31-2018, 11:23 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Satisfied to see that at least one creature in this world was interested in cookies, a chuff of amusement would escape the male as Linux instantly went to consume the sugary 'goodness'. Recognising her as the girl with the piano, it was hard to grow antsy with such a personality's rudeness when he took that first interaction into consideration. She was one of the ones that didn't care so much when it came to social norms, perhaps it had something to do with her being in the age of innocence, regardless it was a nice sight to see though. What wasn't so nice was being questioned on his apparent 'badassery'. Dammit, no one was meant to question him on it! He supposed he'd signed himself up for skepticism when he'd claimed such a thing in the first place, and then openly told others that they could ask whatever they wanted but still... not cool. "Oh hell yeah I'm for real! For starters..." he drawled his hoarse words out, giving himself time to think of a comeback or twelve as he smirked at Linux. "You know what? A real badass wouldn't gloat, I'll give you a hint though, an alias of mine used to be Dragonslayer,". The ability to take down opponents bigger than him with strong spacial awareness in battles. Of course, he wasn't always lucky, but the times he were had been extraordinary. "And I ain't talkin' Chinese Water Dragons either before you give me that hassle,". With no credibility to his name yet in these lands, Feliks at least hoped to start off strong, he just didn't want to go after someone who was innocent.
Someone declining his treats caused an invisible eyebrow to raise, irises flickering over towards the Bengal that had approached him. "Suit yourself," he clacked his beak as his shoulders struggling, not feeling all too glad that the other wasn't filling his body with all of those nasty sugars. What they did and didn't want to consume wasn't any of his business, as long as they weren't eating other sentient beings Feliks couldn't make the effort to state his opinions. How'd you get your scar? Instinctively the beast turned his head, looking back towards his hind leg where no fur seemed to grow around the 'knee' joint. It wasn't visible from his angle though, tucked behind puffed up feathers, and the male was quick to realise that he was on about the one on his face. The cockiness on his expression lost just momentarily, the gryphon's nostrils flared as thoughts began to envelop him. Would a youth really understand how big of an impact loneliness had on him? A sharp sigh escaped from between an initially sealed tight beak, tail lashing as he tried to keep himself cool. It's not their fault. It was his own for enabling such nosiness, it was always his fault. "Punishment," he rasped, keeping it vague. "A guy who was an absolute nut job thought I deserved it, you know how creatures are. If they're angry, lost, sad, they like to take it out on others, sometimes even themselves if they ain't got no one else to hurt". He forced arrogance back into his tone after that, talons sinking into the floor. "Bird Boy's a good name though, I like it, much better than Feliks,".
Not that he'd ever call himself BB though. Too vague and simple, even more simple than his own name. At least he lacked an 'x' in his own, made others need to think just a little bit if they ever wanted to write a letter to him. BB just sounded like a kitten who didn't know the alphabet. Before he could finish thinking, a loud slam woke him up from his dreary wondering, head whipping around hastily to see what had made such a noise. Trying to ignore the fact that his heartrate had gone up tenfold at such a thing, Feliks offered a silent nod to Bakugou before turning back around to deal with his tiny crowd. A wave of silence had fallen upon them, perhaps because he had already answered their questions, but it wasn't long before the privateer's voice entered his ears. Grateful it wasn't another bang, Feliks turned to face them, managing to smile a little more genuinely at the easier question. "Nah actually. I was born a little wolfie, about as big as a husky because I was a fussy little fucker who didn't want to hunt,". Cringing just slightly as he realised he'd cussed in front of the young, Feliks hoped they wouldn't pick up on it. Last thing he wanted was a bunch of angry parents calling for his head because he'd forced little Timmy or Tilly to grow up too quickly, the gryphon wanted his life to be a little easier than that. "Only got this body when this bear decided he didn't like me. He uh, well lets just say he was a bit of a racist towards anything that wasn't totally mortal,". Hopefully that bear would leave these lands alone.
Someone declining his treats caused an invisible eyebrow to raise, irises flickering over towards the Bengal that had approached him. "Suit yourself," he clacked his beak as his shoulders struggling, not feeling all too glad that the other wasn't filling his body with all of those nasty sugars. What they did and didn't want to consume wasn't any of his business, as long as they weren't eating other sentient beings Feliks couldn't make the effort to state his opinions. How'd you get your scar? Instinctively the beast turned his head, looking back towards his hind leg where no fur seemed to grow around the 'knee' joint. It wasn't visible from his angle though, tucked behind puffed up feathers, and the male was quick to realise that he was on about the one on his face. The cockiness on his expression lost just momentarily, the gryphon's nostrils flared as thoughts began to envelop him. Would a youth really understand how big of an impact loneliness had on him? A sharp sigh escaped from between an initially sealed tight beak, tail lashing as he tried to keep himself cool. It's not their fault. It was his own for enabling such nosiness, it was always his fault. "Punishment," he rasped, keeping it vague. "A guy who was an absolute nut job thought I deserved it, you know how creatures are. If they're angry, lost, sad, they like to take it out on others, sometimes even themselves if they ain't got no one else to hurt". He forced arrogance back into his tone after that, talons sinking into the floor. "Bird Boy's a good name though, I like it, much better than Feliks,".
Not that he'd ever call himself BB though. Too vague and simple, even more simple than his own name. At least he lacked an 'x' in his own, made others need to think just a little bit if they ever wanted to write a letter to him. BB just sounded like a kitten who didn't know the alphabet. Before he could finish thinking, a loud slam woke him up from his dreary wondering, head whipping around hastily to see what had made such a noise. Trying to ignore the fact that his heartrate had gone up tenfold at such a thing, Feliks offered a silent nod to Bakugou before turning back around to deal with his tiny crowd. A wave of silence had fallen upon them, perhaps because he had already answered their questions, but it wasn't long before the privateer's voice entered his ears. Grateful it wasn't another bang, Feliks turned to face them, managing to smile a little more genuinely at the easier question. "Nah actually. I was born a little wolfie, about as big as a husky because I was a fussy little fucker who didn't want to hunt,". Cringing just slightly as he realised he'd cussed in front of the young, Feliks hoped they wouldn't pick up on it. Last thing he wanted was a bunch of angry parents calling for his head because he'd forced little Timmy or Tilly to grow up too quickly, the gryphon wanted his life to be a little easier than that. "Only got this body when this bear decided he didn't like me. He uh, well lets just say he was a bit of a racist towards anything that wasn't totally mortal,". Hopefully that bear would leave these lands alone.
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