10-08-2018, 05:34 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Feliks remembered the days when he would've joined the winged lizards in their path of destruction, but his power distribution had changed since then, it'd become much harder to use powers in a place where the air was heavier and the earth was at the farthest point away from his birth home. It wasn't to say that he would be forbidden from such destructive qualities again in the future; at the current moment in time, although missing out on the fun his peers had, he really didn't need such things to make an impact. Quick to notice the lack of tougher fighters among the fray of frenzies NPCs as the gryphon pushed his way into their home, a snort escaped him. Would they all come at once, did they have a plan, or were they just lazy? So many potential answers, but whichever one was correct, the hybrid would remain on the scene with a proud look. His wings kept firmly tucked to his side to minimise potential damage to them as Feliks chose to ground himself, unfocused emerald eyes would scout around. Feeling to fire's heat tickle at his sides, strafing around the dangerzone made by Lucifer, the lion-bird pounced on a Pittian caught out by the display of power.
A sharp beak caught the smaller's scruff, making jerking movement's to smash the other's head into the ground before applying the final dose of pressure with a talon enhanced curb stomp. That's for Loki you fucks. As blood started to drain through cracks in the barren land, the male was sure to add on, And for calling me soft. With scarlet droplets pooling at the tip of his razor sharp beak, Feliks lifted his head again, eyes wild with conviction and a grin splitting his maw. "AYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYA!" came the strange war cry, rearing like a horse before slamming his forelimbs back into the sand. A switch had flipped in his mind or something, for he neglected his limp in favour of pacing about looking for more ways to distract these assclowns.
A sharp beak caught the smaller's scruff, making jerking movement's to smash the other's head into the ground before applying the final dose of pressure with a talon enhanced curb stomp. That's for Loki you fucks. As blood started to drain through cracks in the barren land, the male was sure to add on, And for calling me soft. With scarlet droplets pooling at the tip of his razor sharp beak, Feliks lifted his head again, eyes wild with conviction and a grin splitting his maw. "AYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYA!" came the strange war cry, rearing like a horse before slamming his forelimbs back into the sand. A switch had flipped in his mind or something, for he neglected his limp in favour of pacing about looking for more ways to distract these assclowns.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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