11-13-2018, 09:28 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Since realising that snakes had occupied the borders, the gryphon had been reluctant to go out of his way to greet strangers. Whilst he could not say he was truly petrified of the venomous noodles, the sight of that flickering tongue left him filled with caution from prior experiences with them. Most reptiles were decent creatures, cold-blooded but truthful... serpents were just bastards with a bite. Seeing others approach the deadly area following the unceremonious 'ding' of a bell made Feliks forget quite how little he wanted to be around, pride on the line if he turned tail and hid from his problems. It was just a shame that other problems weren't resolved with his regular bouts of confidence.
His crow perched atop a bobbing cranium, the Privateer wouldn't give the basket a glance, instead focusing his attention solely on the stranger. He jerked his head quickly upwards, Loki getting the message and flying off towards civilisation, leaving Feliks to deal with Hawke alone. His clanmates had stated all that needed to be stated, with the latecomers doing nothing but guarding the interaction. With no familiar scent or no familiar face, he could understand the silence that others offered, no talk was needed, the hybrid did lean towards being excessive however. "Your attempt at making a song was awful," he spoke with a sirk, ear tufts flickering. "Try making a better tune when you hit that thing. Maybe Jingle Bells?". Gesturing towards the old bell, the only thing he could do now was wait.
His crow perched atop a bobbing cranium, the Privateer wouldn't give the basket a glance, instead focusing his attention solely on the stranger. He jerked his head quickly upwards, Loki getting the message and flying off towards civilisation, leaving Feliks to deal with Hawke alone. His clanmates had stated all that needed to be stated, with the latecomers doing nothing but guarding the interaction. With no familiar scent or no familiar face, he could understand the silence that others offered, no talk was needed, the hybrid did lean towards being excessive however. "Your attempt at making a song was awful," he spoke with a sirk, ear tufts flickering. "Try making a better tune when you hit that thing. Maybe Jingle Bells?". Gesturing towards the old bell, the only thing he could do now was wait.
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