10-02-2019, 07:06 AM
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"You're really going with 'you're sentient, right?'" Crowley rolls his eyes, even as he grimaces in sympathy at the downed bird. It was a fairly condescending way to word it. In any case, the bird sure wasn't going to be flying for a while, and even if it wasn't, Crowley wasn't one for kicking something when it was already down. Or, in this case, killing a downed bird, even if it was just feral. "Didn't break anything? There's probably somewhere nearby to wash off," Ah, the bane of Crowley's existence. Being helpful. Admittedly, Crowley was mostly doing it out of a sense of kinship. He'd always liked birds, and, for that matter, Crowley was pretty well versed with wings and feathers. Having his own, for one, but even when he'd still had his demonic miracles he hadn't been able to use them on his own wings. So, he'd had to learn to take care of them and heal them himself. Y'know. The human ... mortal way.
[glow=#000,1,400]all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Crowley doesn't really Get the whole ... prey animal thing. In his opinion, it's pretty barbaric. To be fair, most of the animals here were carnivores, but it's still something else to see such intelligent creatures still gathering their food the same way as their feral counterparts. Not to mention, was there a distinction between prey and predators that made predators more likely to be .. not feral?"You're really going with 'you're sentient, right?'" Crowley rolls his eyes, even as he grimaces in sympathy at the downed bird. It was a fairly condescending way to word it. In any case, the bird sure wasn't going to be flying for a while, and even if it wasn't, Crowley wasn't one for kicking something when it was already down. Or, in this case, killing a downed bird, even if it was just feral. "Didn't break anything? There's probably somewhere nearby to wash off," Ah, the bane of Crowley's existence. Being helpful. Admittedly, Crowley was mostly doing it out of a sense of kinship. He'd always liked birds, and, for that matter, Crowley was pretty well versed with wings and feathers. Having his own, for one, but even when he'd still had his demonic miracles he hadn't been able to use them on his own wings. So, he'd had to learn to take care of them and heal them himself. Y'know. The human ... mortal way.
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