12-05-2019, 01:29 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
It was... honestly pretty funny, the fact that the majority of the members of Tanglewood could probably take on Abathur and take him out with only a bit of effort as long as they avoided being poisoned, but so many of them were so utterly terrified just because of the male's appearance. Aurum himself wasn't too unnerved by anything save for the eyes, unsure of where he really should've been looking to meet the other's gaze. Abathur continued to talk slowly and clinically, and Aurum gradually found himself relaxing despite the strangeness of it all. Sure, the almost robotic way that Abathur spoke was still quite foreign to the captain, but it was pretty clear from the way that Abathur continued down the line that this was just the norm for him, and wasn't just some sort of unsettling persona. The angel still feared he would at some point have to remind the large arachnid that his new clanmates were not, in fact, ripe unwilling test subjects, but for now he decided to give Abathur the benefit of the doubt, against perhaps his own better judgement.
Aurum watched curiously as the spider moved from person to person, inspecting them while also spouting out curious questions, clearly very enthralled with knowing the ins and outs of every part of Tanglewood, even if he had to vaguely push for the information. The arachnid asked Moth about her medical knowledge, Kaz about the ranking system – a fact that made Aurum slightly jealous, considering the fact that Kaz was a relative newcomer, and apparently just exuded authority – and then came to him, asking him about his wings. The lion really supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, considering Abathur had already been circling him like a shark in bloody water beforehand, but he still needed to hold back a sigh as he stretched out one of his large wings, showing off golden and red bright feathers, some of which needed to be plucked and preened at some point. Clearing his throat, the captain decided to answer Abathur's numerous questions in order, since he was pretty sure if he didn't, Abathur would just grow frustrated and continue asking anyway, "I don't exactly know why I have wings. I guess that the simple answer would be that I have them for flying. It's a mutation, I'm pretty sure, cause I definitely didn't have them back when I was a cub. Had to deal with all of the pain of them just growing from my back when I was an adult..." A grimace spread across the male's face for a moment, remembering the agonizing pain of when his wings had first grown in, with skin tearing and muscle and bone shifting to form the new limbs, "And... I don't think I'm any sort of distinct separate lion species. I'm pretty sure I'm still just an African lion. Just... with wings." That was the best explanation he could honestly give, since he was pretty sure the explanation of "well I have them because I'm an angel" wouldn't sit well with Abathur, and Aurum wasn't even sure if the wings were a direct result of his angelhood.
Aurum watched curiously as the spider moved from person to person, inspecting them while also spouting out curious questions, clearly very enthralled with knowing the ins and outs of every part of Tanglewood, even if he had to vaguely push for the information. The arachnid asked Moth about her medical knowledge, Kaz about the ranking system – a fact that made Aurum slightly jealous, considering the fact that Kaz was a relative newcomer, and apparently just exuded authority – and then came to him, asking him about his wings. The lion really supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, considering Abathur had already been circling him like a shark in bloody water beforehand, but he still needed to hold back a sigh as he stretched out one of his large wings, showing off golden and red bright feathers, some of which needed to be plucked and preened at some point. Clearing his throat, the captain decided to answer Abathur's numerous questions in order, since he was pretty sure if he didn't, Abathur would just grow frustrated and continue asking anyway, "I don't exactly know why I have wings. I guess that the simple answer would be that I have them for flying. It's a mutation, I'm pretty sure, cause I definitely didn't have them back when I was a cub. Had to deal with all of the pain of them just growing from my back when I was an adult..." A grimace spread across the male's face for a moment, remembering the agonizing pain of when his wings had first grown in, with skin tearing and muscle and bone shifting to form the new limbs, "And... I don't think I'm any sort of distinct separate lion species. I'm pretty sure I'm still just an African lion. Just... with wings." That was the best explanation he could honestly give, since he was pretty sure the explanation of "well I have them because I'm an angel" wouldn't sit well with Abathur, and Aurum wasn't even sure if the wings were a direct result of his angelhood.
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