CALCULATE // o, joining

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The gryphon's nose was not as sensitive as it once was, but the swampy musk that indicated foreign clan life so close to the train tracks was a hard aroma to miss. Even if his knowledge of these lands were limited, there was a certain 'sting' to any group stench even in alien plains, and whilst Feliks would fail explaining the ins and outs of his reasoning for such a thing, he at least understood himself what the strange waft meant. Traversing across the moist grounds, the hybrid's wings were slightly outstretched as to make himself seem bigger in case of a threat. Sure, the sight of his amazing grin should've been enough to terrify any travelling troublemaker, but some times they had spines, and sometimes he couldn't get the proper intimidating angle on his beak. It was an art that he hadn't learnt to master. A lion's tail lashed, movements considerably slowed down as his ear tufts started to flatten back to their normal position. The bell's ringing echoing around in his hearing holes was enough to indicate that the mysterious stranger probably wasn't an invading ogre, with that the male said a huge 'screw you' to his attempts as stealth.

Pushing himself out of the nearby foliage, head held almost painfully high whilst he took in the sight of the purple dragon, a smirk appeared on Feliks' maw. Not quite the green hulking monster he'd been expecting, but even if it was a totally hideous being he probably would've treated it equally to this oversized lizard. Frontal feathers puffed out, the crewmember's golden wings tucked neatly back into his sides, a near-regal nod being offered to Ska'arq. It was a gesture that held far more prestige than the rest of him, with messy plumage plus back fur and a commoner's smirk, some drunken slurs wouldn't have been totally out of the ordinary for someone to see out of his kind's beak. Thankfully though, even if the pirate's ruggedness had enhanced his own messed, Feliks was proud to keep his sobriety. "Hey mate, wanna sing Jingle Bells with me? Seems appropriate," he croaked, nudging his ashen beak against the brass in attempts to create a softer sound. He wasn't a singer, but if the stranger was down for it the male wouldn't resist. "Or Jingle Bell Rock, I ain't fussy," he chuffed.

Stopping himself from going off on a tangent about the Christmas songs, emerald eyes would reign back in on the other, hard with judgement despite the relaxed tone he showed off. It was never easy to figure out how one would react to his jests. "You probably know how it is. Name and intentions, and also favourite hobby,". Why not add an extra thing to keep them on their violet toes?