11-09-2018, 06:05 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]As predicted, company was fast to approach and even faster to question him. For a while, there seemed to be very little in terms of aggression from the Rosebloods, suggesting that they either weren't too sure of the situation or just didn't care to be apart of it. Though his gaze was kept high and mighty as Bugsy approached, the gryphon did dip his head in greetings, surprisingly grateful for the lack of conflict. Age had weakened his passion, that was for certain. "Political matters. Mainly concerning our fresh new status as enemies, though you seem to be as out of the loop as I am,". More questioning came from a raccoon, a creature rarely seen in groups, his gaze flickering over.
Typhoon... what were they like behind the bravado of freedom and piracy? He stayed long enough to be friendly with several of the creatures, but still had yet to form any meaningful relationships with any of them. A terrible crime for a 'Privateer' to not know the animals he was supposed to be policing, but there'd been too few creatures wanting a chat. "It's made up of a bunch ragtag misfits, but they make it work. There's more personalities there than I have feathers, so it's enjoyable at least,". Feliks was hardly secretive about where his loyalties lay, promotions hadn't swayed him in the slightest, but there was no where else to go. The goody two-shoes groups were few and far between, and the grey groups had morals which he couldn't align with.
All thoughts were broken up by a string of cold laughter. Lest the bushes had a voice, it wasn't surprising when someone popped out of the shrubbery. Matched with someone of a taller stature, the gryphon lifted his head upwards, craning his neck and puffing out his chest out of habit to make himself appear larger. Once he would've been smirking at the other, telling him what's what, but he didn't have the energy for that. Instead he listened on, talons tapping against the ground. "I suppose you're done speaking now?" he drawled, starting to figure out why Pincher may have had enough with the Rosebloods. Pretentious moggy. It was enough to make his stomach churn, though that may've just been the adrenaline.
"I'm not here to lick the paws of some delusional pussycat, nor would I beg for help when you clearly need assistance more than me. I simply came to see what had caused the breakup of clan relations at my own discretion, no one else is involved. If Pincher followed me then so be it, I'll happily get an explanation from him too,". His voice had been raised an octave now out of frustration, emerald eyes narrowing.
Typhoon... what were they like behind the bravado of freedom and piracy? He stayed long enough to be friendly with several of the creatures, but still had yet to form any meaningful relationships with any of them. A terrible crime for a 'Privateer' to not know the animals he was supposed to be policing, but there'd been too few creatures wanting a chat. "It's made up of a bunch ragtag misfits, but they make it work. There's more personalities there than I have feathers, so it's enjoyable at least,". Feliks was hardly secretive about where his loyalties lay, promotions hadn't swayed him in the slightest, but there was no where else to go. The goody two-shoes groups were few and far between, and the grey groups had morals which he couldn't align with.
All thoughts were broken up by a string of cold laughter. Lest the bushes had a voice, it wasn't surprising when someone popped out of the shrubbery. Matched with someone of a taller stature, the gryphon lifted his head upwards, craning his neck and puffing out his chest out of habit to make himself appear larger. Once he would've been smirking at the other, telling him what's what, but he didn't have the energy for that. Instead he listened on, talons tapping against the ground. "I suppose you're done speaking now?" he drawled, starting to figure out why Pincher may have had enough with the Rosebloods. Pretentious moggy. It was enough to make his stomach churn, though that may've just been the adrenaline.
"I'm not here to lick the paws of some delusional pussycat, nor would I beg for help when you clearly need assistance more than me. I simply came to see what had caused the breakup of clan relations at my own discretion, no one else is involved. If Pincher followed me then so be it, I'll happily get an explanation from him too,". His voice had been raised an octave now out of frustration, emerald eyes narrowing.
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