11-05-2018, 06:32 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"You smell much worse," he jested to Bakugou, clacking his beak in unison to the tapping of his hind limb. Bad smells originating from other groups seemed almost artificial most of the time, normal stenches turned evil by wild opinions and all of a sudden they could be used as insults. Feliks had never really noticed if there was something inherently more pleasant about one group's aroma in comparison to another past his history with them, perhaps a distrust of every monarchy had distorted him too much. Nodding at the demand to be entertained, his emerald gaze would gloss over Argus and Lucifer, noting how they wanted to prey on this beast too. Two dragons left to toy with this fucker? It'd be a massacre, with obvious biases towards the latter lizard the Striker wasn't sure if it was worth irking the first one by ignoring her request.
As much as it'd be easier to kill Leopard and avoid setting a determined creature out for revenge, the message sent wouldn't be as strong. For the gryphon, death seemed less permanent than scars, probably due to his ability to reincarnate indefinitely. "I'll think about it. I'm sure you guys could get your own Pittians to torment though if you tried hard enough,". He'd worked diligently to fly back home in one journey, to them it was probably a breeze. Glancing towards Goldenluxury, beaming with interest as he thought about how Pincher must be feeling about the whole thing. Seemed like he'd picked the right raffle ticket this time - should he get a gift for the Captain out of respect? A tooth? An eye? Nope. Actually, that'd be a terrible idea, it'd give off the wrong impression. He was no suck-up, this was an assault that was purely to help himself.
Barely offering Techno a look, the male's eyes would loom down as the Pittian started coming to, nostrils flaring. Someone else who enjoyed pain? Ugh, it made him sick. Most used it as a defense to either put bastards off of harming them, or as a challenge to get as much agony flowing through their veins as possible. Given the history of the Pitt, he highly doubted it was a bluff this time around. "We all have opinions on that," he retorted to Seamus, lowering his head to allow an eagle-like eye a better look at the Savannah's face. What could he do that gave proper consequence to a 'masochist?'. Vision trailing across the smaller body, Feliks figured he had an idea of his own after some suspense. "Dragons, play rock paper scissors between yourselves. The winner gets to help me out,".
Vicious, capable of great injury and having a history of harming others, it was surprising Feliks wasn't as experienced with those who enjoyed what was happening to them. At least Leopard's affliction would prevent guilt from hitting him midway through. Lifting the paw on the other's spine, the gryphon would quickly rear and aim to slam it down on Leopard's back leg, giving a little twist of the same talons. Deciding in the heat of the moment not to stop there, Feliks tried picking up that same limb with his sharp beak, hoping to lift the feline off the ground by it. From there his cranium would shake and shake like some sort of feral animal with intent of mangling the leg.
/ it's cool c:
As much as it'd be easier to kill Leopard and avoid setting a determined creature out for revenge, the message sent wouldn't be as strong. For the gryphon, death seemed less permanent than scars, probably due to his ability to reincarnate indefinitely. "I'll think about it. I'm sure you guys could get your own Pittians to torment though if you tried hard enough,". He'd worked diligently to fly back home in one journey, to them it was probably a breeze. Glancing towards Goldenluxury, beaming with interest as he thought about how Pincher must be feeling about the whole thing. Seemed like he'd picked the right raffle ticket this time - should he get a gift for the Captain out of respect? A tooth? An eye? Nope. Actually, that'd be a terrible idea, it'd give off the wrong impression. He was no suck-up, this was an assault that was purely to help himself.
Barely offering Techno a look, the male's eyes would loom down as the Pittian started coming to, nostrils flaring. Someone else who enjoyed pain? Ugh, it made him sick. Most used it as a defense to either put bastards off of harming them, or as a challenge to get as much agony flowing through their veins as possible. Given the history of the Pitt, he highly doubted it was a bluff this time around. "We all have opinions on that," he retorted to Seamus, lowering his head to allow an eagle-like eye a better look at the Savannah's face. What could he do that gave proper consequence to a 'masochist?'. Vision trailing across the smaller body, Feliks figured he had an idea of his own after some suspense. "Dragons, play rock paper scissors between yourselves. The winner gets to help me out,".
Vicious, capable of great injury and having a history of harming others, it was surprising Feliks wasn't as experienced with those who enjoyed what was happening to them. At least Leopard's affliction would prevent guilt from hitting him midway through. Lifting the paw on the other's spine, the gryphon would quickly rear and aim to slam it down on Leopard's back leg, giving a little twist of the same talons. Deciding in the heat of the moment not to stop there, Feliks tried picking up that same limb with his sharp beak, hoping to lift the feline off the ground by it. From there his cranium would shake and shake like some sort of feral animal with intent of mangling the leg.
/ it's cool c:
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