10-21-2018, 11:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"] ✠ Airin | Current Spirit Shape: Great Horned Owl | Currently Possessing: N/A |
"Okay, ya morons!" ”C’mere if ya wanna learn how ta be tough!"
How to be tough?
Airin was curious as it heard the giant hound call out, apparently for the sole purpose of teaching others how to be tough. Why the hound called his own group members morons, it was not sure. Airin still needed to learn more about its new groupmates and their social dynamics. With a hop from a nearby perch, the translucent and ghostly blue owl outstretched its wings and glided down to one of the decrepit pads. A few more flaps of its wings were used to steady itself, before the feathery appendages folded against it's sides.
With nothing to say initially, the spirit listened. It apparently came right in time for Leroy--Airin picking up his name, along with the others present by Leroy himself, even though it already recognized Arrow--to speak once more. The bottom line came to the fact that Tanglewood seemed to be an easy target. That certainly did not sound very pleasant to the spirit, especially since the group itself did not seem to be faring well, from what it gathered from the meeting. It supposed it could see the merit in intimidation to help lessen the morale of any aggressors, or to deter them off entirely.
The internal question then came down to one thing: how could it be intimidating?
”Tell me quick - a fellow about the same size as ya comes over growling, obviously wanting t’share fisticuffs. Where d’you look with your eyes?”
Airin took a moment to ponder, idly ruffling its wings. It had yet to be in a violent encounter, but it believed it could understand it. The telepathic voice resonated into the groupmates nearby, its mouth noticeable not moving. "If we're going for intimidation, yes, I believe it would be... either at a visible weak point, or their eyes. Or, somewhere. Their mouth? Yes?" It tilted its head. The mouth sounded logical, since it figured the defender should watch out for it.
"Okay, ya morons!" ”C’mere if ya wanna learn how ta be tough!"
How to be tough?
Airin was curious as it heard the giant hound call out, apparently for the sole purpose of teaching others how to be tough. Why the hound called his own group members morons, it was not sure. Airin still needed to learn more about its new groupmates and their social dynamics. With a hop from a nearby perch, the translucent and ghostly blue owl outstretched its wings and glided down to one of the decrepit pads. A few more flaps of its wings were used to steady itself, before the feathery appendages folded against it's sides.
With nothing to say initially, the spirit listened. It apparently came right in time for Leroy--Airin picking up his name, along with the others present by Leroy himself, even though it already recognized Arrow--to speak once more. The bottom line came to the fact that Tanglewood seemed to be an easy target. That certainly did not sound very pleasant to the spirit, especially since the group itself did not seem to be faring well, from what it gathered from the meeting. It supposed it could see the merit in intimidation to help lessen the morale of any aggressors, or to deter them off entirely.
The internal question then came down to one thing: how could it be intimidating?
”Tell me quick - a fellow about the same size as ya comes over growling, obviously wanting t’share fisticuffs. Where d’you look with your eyes?”
Airin took a moment to ponder, idly ruffling its wings. It had yet to be in a violent encounter, but it believed it could understand it. The telepathic voice resonated into the groupmates nearby, its mouth noticeable not moving. "If we're going for intimidation, yes, I believe it would be... either at a visible weak point, or their eyes. Or, somewhere. Their mouth? Yes?" It tilted its head. The mouth sounded logical, since it figured the defender should watch out for it.
[align=center][size=12pt]“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”