02-03-2020, 03:32 PM
Attention. The focal goal of today's timetable. All of that profane hollering, all of those revolting slurs, they were done with the intention of garnering a crowd. No thespian could put on a show whilst lacking spectators. Because what was a performer without her audience? A pathetic fool, that's what. A pathetic fool Noor was not, however, for the fox's audience had finally made their appearance. Now the real fun could begin.
The child's citrine glare caught the monstrous form of Astiar as he encroached, the creature's vastness nearly causing her to gasp. That thing was almost as big as the tall trees in the rainforest! As soon as he came close, he did some mind-magic trick to speak, though his words made no sense at all. "You sure are big!" the tyke trills with enthusiasm, "And you sure are a big idiot, too!" Perhaps she'd be a bit nicer to the giant lizard next time, assuming that he learnt how to talk properly by then.
Next came a fox, one whose appearance strikingly resembled hers. Be that as it may, there were two significant aspects of him that created a rift between Noor and the stranger. First off, this guy was a grown-up, one with a deep voice and everything. Nevertheless, grown-ups sucked, and that fact alone made the Callahan wary of this one's presence. Secondly, there was a whimsical, magical aura about the male; an aura that felt colossally unnatural. Either it was in the dumb accent which he spoke, or it was simply a hunch she had about him. Regardless, this person was not a fox - he was a weirdo. "Get fucked, asshole!" she blurts, before noticing the child standing abaft the weirdo, to whom she then wails, "You too, asshole! Get fucked!"
Another stranger waltzes into the fray. A wolf. "You know what you are, Wolf?" Noor challenges, "you're a big fat-" (the last word of her insult had to be redacted on account of the fact that it was a word so absolutely horrid, to write it down would be a crime itself). Unbeknownst to the vixen, two of her siblings had made respective appearances in the midst of her tirade. As she finishes up her ungodly insult towards the canine, Noor swings her head around and scans the area in the hopes of spotting any new arrivals. When her line of vision falls upon Mercede and Sweeney, a demented grin sprouts across her face.
Mercede acquired a chance to speak before the true performer could say anything to her. And that chance was completely wasted. She could have said something totally cool, something totally neat - but instead, she decided to speak like an adult and tell her how she should be acting. "Shut up, bitch." She then faces Sweeney, who was making an effort to quell Mercede's idiocy. Smart move. "Sweeney," Noor says, in a rare, down-to-earth tone, "you and me are the only ones here that aren't fuckheads. Everyone else sucks dick."
The child's citrine glare caught the monstrous form of Astiar as he encroached, the creature's vastness nearly causing her to gasp. That thing was almost as big as the tall trees in the rainforest! As soon as he came close, he did some mind-magic trick to speak, though his words made no sense at all. "You sure are big!" the tyke trills with enthusiasm, "And you sure are a big idiot, too!" Perhaps she'd be a bit nicer to the giant lizard next time, assuming that he learnt how to talk properly by then.
Next came a fox, one whose appearance strikingly resembled hers. Be that as it may, there were two significant aspects of him that created a rift between Noor and the stranger. First off, this guy was a grown-up, one with a deep voice and everything. Nevertheless, grown-ups sucked, and that fact alone made the Callahan wary of this one's presence. Secondly, there was a whimsical, magical aura about the male; an aura that felt colossally unnatural. Either it was in the dumb accent which he spoke, or it was simply a hunch she had about him. Regardless, this person was not a fox - he was a weirdo. "Get fucked, asshole!" she blurts, before noticing the child standing abaft the weirdo, to whom she then wails, "You too, asshole! Get fucked!"
Another stranger waltzes into the fray. A wolf. "You know what you are, Wolf?" Noor challenges, "you're a big fat-" (the last word of her insult had to be redacted on account of the fact that it was a word so absolutely horrid, to write it down would be a crime itself). Unbeknownst to the vixen, two of her siblings had made respective appearances in the midst of her tirade. As she finishes up her ungodly insult towards the canine, Noor swings her head around and scans the area in the hopes of spotting any new arrivals. When her line of vision falls upon Mercede and Sweeney, a demented grin sprouts across her face.
Mercede acquired a chance to speak before the true performer could say anything to her. And that chance was completely wasted. She could have said something totally cool, something totally neat - but instead, she decided to speak like an adult and tell her how she should be acting. "Shut up, bitch." She then faces Sweeney, who was making an effort to quell Mercede's idiocy. Smart move. "Sweeney," Noor says, in a rare, down-to-earth tone, "you and me are the only ones here that aren't fuckheads. Everyone else sucks dick."