11-18-2019, 04:17 PM
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Oh, shit.
Crowley was not a particularly observant person, but he was not particularly unobservant, either. In all honesty, the only reason Crowley had noticed the damn thing as he passed by at all was because it was .. such a bright color. Listen, Crowley doesn't thing white and green were safe colors for an egg that was just ... sitting on the swamp floor. Which was to say .. this probably wasn't a normal egg. Probably. Maybe. Just a theory.
Crowley wrinkles his nose. He got eggs, to an extent -- Crowley was more snake than he was serval, after all*. He hadn't ever cared for one, because he didn't care to, but he'd picked up a bit over the years. The many, many years.
This isn't the point. The point was -- sure, some eggs were left completely unattended, but an egg this old and .. bright probably shouldn't have even a whiff of a mother's scent, should it? It was old, but still there.
*Physically, yes, he was more serval, but he meant more like ... in general.
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Crowley didn't have to help. He had no reason to. He couldn't carry it in his stupid, small legs, and, being coldblooded, he didn't produce any heat to warm it up in this late November. There wasn't a lot he could do, even aside from the fact he shouldn't.
Crowley scowls at the unassuming thing. He doesn't move for a long few moments. He slumps in defeat.
"Hey, hello?" Crowley shouts. This was both a general message to the world, but also just said that somebody was passing by that could deal with this better than he could. There was generally somebody nearby, after all. "What the hell should I do with this?" His tail gives a lash. He's a little out of his depth here, honestly, despite the whole ... demon snake in serval form thing. Besides, somebody else might know more about what the hell this thing was than Crowley did, because it sure as hell wasn't anything Crowley was aware of. And Crowley knew about quite a lot of animals.
Crowley was not a particularly observant person, but he was not particularly unobservant, either. In all honesty, the only reason Crowley had noticed the damn thing as he passed by at all was because it was .. such a bright color. Listen, Crowley doesn't thing white and green were safe colors for an egg that was just ... sitting on the swamp floor. Which was to say .. this probably wasn't a normal egg. Probably. Maybe. Just a theory.
Crowley wrinkles his nose. He got eggs, to an extent -- Crowley was more snake than he was serval, after all*. He hadn't ever cared for one, because he didn't care to, but he'd picked up a bit over the years. The many, many years.
This isn't the point. The point was -- sure, some eggs were left completely unattended, but an egg this old and .. bright probably shouldn't have even a whiff of a mother's scent, should it? It was old, but still there.
*Physically, yes, he was more serval, but he meant more like ... in general.
....
Crowley didn't have to help. He had no reason to. He couldn't carry it in his stupid, small legs, and, being coldblooded, he didn't produce any heat to warm it up in this late November. There wasn't a lot he could do, even aside from the fact he shouldn't.
Crowley scowls at the unassuming thing. He doesn't move for a long few moments. He slumps in defeat.
"Hey, hello?" Crowley shouts. This was both a general message to the world, but also just said that somebody was passing by that could deal with this better than he could. There was generally somebody nearby, after all. "What the hell should I do with this?" His tail gives a lash. He's a little out of his depth here, honestly, despite the whole ... demon snake in serval form thing. Besides, somebody else might know more about what the hell this thing was than Crowley did, because it sure as hell wasn't anything Crowley was aware of. And Crowley knew about quite a lot of animals.
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