11-22-2018, 05:59 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]/ difficulty depends on opponent. against opponents his own size he's challenging but mainly just because of experience as opposed to physical strength
also totally open to catching any rosebloods cx
The roar had set things off, the catalyst of events that would lead to the destruction of the Rosebloods, yet it wasn't Owen's roar that had caused it. Compared to the last time he'd been around, there was a clear difference in the territory, something he was sure he could blame the grieving Lucifer. Like suggested before, he wasn't going to sit around and claim that 'murder was bad' when his talons were forever soaked in innocent blood, but there was a certain like when dealing with friends and family that couldn't be crossed when dealing with him. When those he cared for got hurt, it was like the gryphon himself had been stabbed in the heart, sympathy not completely dejected from him yet. Stepping around knowing that a friend had lost their child was like thinking that all the earth beneath him was made of needles, the only way to avoid getting pricked was to use these assholes as stepping stones.
A raptor here, a fuck off dinosaur there, and the Privateer hardly the tank that Owen desired for distraction and mass destruction, Feliks began weaving his way through what was left of the trees. The location of their camp was a mystery to him, but he could deduct a general location depending on where the Thorny-bloods darted from. Remember what you said about ambush? The obvious damage already done to them was a confidence booster away from that thought, yet it still remained somewhat relevant as emerald eyes glossed over each wily bit of foliage. A popping sensation in his ears began marring his attention, he remained as diligent as he could regardless. "Rise and shine scumbags!" he'd practically scream out at the top of hoarse lungs, a far cry from the sullen creature he'd introduced himself as when talking to them. That meant nothing now.
also totally open to catching any rosebloods cx
The roar had set things off, the catalyst of events that would lead to the destruction of the Rosebloods, yet it wasn't Owen's roar that had caused it. Compared to the last time he'd been around, there was a clear difference in the territory, something he was sure he could blame the grieving Lucifer. Like suggested before, he wasn't going to sit around and claim that 'murder was bad' when his talons were forever soaked in innocent blood, but there was a certain like when dealing with friends and family that couldn't be crossed when dealing with him. When those he cared for got hurt, it was like the gryphon himself had been stabbed in the heart, sympathy not completely dejected from him yet. Stepping around knowing that a friend had lost their child was like thinking that all the earth beneath him was made of needles, the only way to avoid getting pricked was to use these assholes as stepping stones.
A raptor here, a fuck off dinosaur there, and the Privateer hardly the tank that Owen desired for distraction and mass destruction, Feliks began weaving his way through what was left of the trees. The location of their camp was a mystery to him, but he could deduct a general location depending on where the Thorny-bloods darted from. Remember what you said about ambush? The obvious damage already done to them was a confidence booster away from that thought, yet it still remained somewhat relevant as emerald eyes glossed over each wily bit of foliage. A popping sensation in his ears began marring his attention, he remained as diligent as he could regardless. "Rise and shine scumbags!" he'd practically scream out at the top of hoarse lungs, a far cry from the sullen creature he'd introduced himself as when talking to them. That meant nothing now.
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