10-27-2018, 09:43 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Upon seeing thinly veiled taunts taken seriously, hints of amusement appeared on an other wise sour expression, perhaps revealing some truth behind Val's reasoning for joining. No matter though, he was sure that to rescue someone, the other would have to provide some sort of contribution to the group, whether it be food or other captives. If there was a choice between saving the slaves and killing all the Pitt, the latter would have to be taken - more slaves could always be made, but burning a clan to the ashes would prevent hardships from happening for much longer. The Striker hadn't come to discuss whether or not he was more of an angel though, the only high ground he could ever truly claim would be physical and up in the trees. Morally, though devoted to attempting a black and white spectrum, was too grey and complicated for him to debate.
A quiet albeit shrill sound escaped from his parted beak, halfway between a growl and a squawk as the tensions in the other became clearer. It was fuel for him, a reason not to back down and stick to words. No matter how cold he was acting, no matter how hard he tried to fake his aloof attitude, every part of him burned hotter and hotter as his pride was called upon for questioning. Pupils normally so wide narrowed like a cat's, underused hind claws destroying leaves that tainted the jungle's soil. You didn't come here to get angrier, smirk at him, mock him, do anything. He blinked, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, wings flapping in an almost cartoon-ish way to try and cool himself off. "One slave dies, another innocent replaces them. Attacking a snake's tail will do nothing but make it turn around and bite you,".
So it seemed he was attacking the viper's torso instead, at least he thought. An analogy flawed by his inability to think straight at the given moment in time, it all seemed to reach a boiling point once some parting words were offered. Get bent, asshole. The reaction from the pirate was near instantaneous, not even given the insults time to sink in. The gryphon lunged forwards to close the final few feet of the gap, swiping a forelimb diagonally in an attempt to strike the other with his talons in a gesture similar to a slap. "Yeah well fuck you too mutt!" he rasped loudly.
A quiet albeit shrill sound escaped from his parted beak, halfway between a growl and a squawk as the tensions in the other became clearer. It was fuel for him, a reason not to back down and stick to words. No matter how cold he was acting, no matter how hard he tried to fake his aloof attitude, every part of him burned hotter and hotter as his pride was called upon for questioning. Pupils normally so wide narrowed like a cat's, underused hind claws destroying leaves that tainted the jungle's soil. You didn't come here to get angrier, smirk at him, mock him, do anything. He blinked, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, wings flapping in an almost cartoon-ish way to try and cool himself off. "One slave dies, another innocent replaces them. Attacking a snake's tail will do nothing but make it turn around and bite you,".
So it seemed he was attacking the viper's torso instead, at least he thought. An analogy flawed by his inability to think straight at the given moment in time, it all seemed to reach a boiling point once some parting words were offered. Get bent, asshole. The reaction from the pirate was near instantaneous, not even given the insults time to sink in. The gryphon lunged forwards to close the final few feet of the gap, swiping a forelimb diagonally in an attempt to strike the other with his talons in a gesture similar to a slap. "Yeah well fuck you too mutt!" he rasped loudly.
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