02-06-2020, 06:01 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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By the time that Miller had rolled up onto the scene as well, Aurum was fairly sure that this Sterling guy was going to drive him crazy as well. His ramblings made little to no sense to the proxy, and he pointedly seemed to avoid answering their questions. They knew his name, yes, but they didn't know where he came from, and the lion wasn't entirely sure he was willing to believe the whole "just searching for goodies" story the other was claiming. Although, Sterling did seem like just the kind of type to go around doing such a thing, unfortunately for Tanglewood. When the lion heard the lynch's first comment, he sighed heavily and rested a paw against his temple, trying in vain to stop the developing migraine that pulse there. When he pulled his large paw back downwards and let it rest against the rusty dirt below them, he rumbled, "Stuck here together? I have no idea what you mean by that. Unless you mean we're all on the island together. Which is true, but we also have territories on this island." He didn't even consider for a second that Sterling could've been comparing their wide open lands to the likes of the cage of a circus or a zoo. It just seemed so utterly ridiculous and foreign to the lion, who had never had to worry about cages or humans or anything else like that. He had been born in a pride where they had all been free, and had only ever found out about zoos and other human things like that from books.
The next couple of comments... well, they left Aurum both dumbfounded and annoyed, along with not helping even slightly with the headache that was forming. Did he lay what? For the briefest of moments after that little question, the angel actually considered turning around and leaving, and just letting Snarl and Miller deal with this guy. That would've been irresponsible of him, however, especially since there was around a forty percent chance the two of them might kill him, or something equally unpleasant. Instead, he just took a deep breath inwards, letting the air fill up his lungs fully before he let it back out, trying his best to focus on counting down from ten. He had read in one of his books that it would supposedly help with stress, but he was beginning to think it was just as much nonsense as what Sterling was spewing. Thankfully, he was able to calm down enough to speak again, opening his one icy blue eye back up again before fixing it on Sterling, "Snarl was kidding. I don't often startle people. At least not as long as they're not a threat. And no. I don't lay eggs, and I'm not a bird. I'm just a lion with wings. That's all." He wasn't going to even attempt explaining something like his angelhood to Sterling, since he was fairly sure that would just end with him having an aneurysm. Instead, he just rolled his shoulders, begging the tension in his muscles to ease as he listened to Sterling's origins.
The answer to where he came from was... vague, at best, but it was pretty clear from the look on his face that he didn't really know how to explain it either. At least he didn't seem to be a Pittian, judging by his scent and his supposed story. When the lion heard the other's question about his caretakers, he just snorted and shook his head, answering briefly, "I highly doubt they're ever coming back. There aren't really any humans on this entire island. Pretty sure any that lived here all died out ages ago." If there were still any humans hiding out on the island with the groups, they either had to be pretty damn good at hiding, or living deep down beneath the earth, considering one hadn't been seen in what felt like centuries now. For all intents and purposes, humans seemed to be effectively extinct on the island that Tanglewood and the rest of the groups resided on, and Aurum hadn't seen many that were really complaining about that. Leroy seemed like he had a bit of an affinity for humans, and Aurum could certainly admit that they had written some pretty good stories to read, but nobody was crying out for the humans to come and take the island back.
Stretching out a little bit as he heard Miller, the lion nodded before echoing gruffly, "That is true. This pit isn't as a result of anybody digging. It's years old, from a massive catastrophe that wiped pretty much everything around this big area out. This place is extremely irradiated and bad for all of us, so it's probably best for you and the rest of us to go back up to safe ground." The proxy flicked a paw upward, towards the edges of the pit that led back into the rest of Tanglewood territory. As he did so, he stretched his wings back out from his back, giving them a couple of experimental flaps before looking upward. He, like both Snarl and Miller, was not exactly keen on staying in the pit for much longer, and he knew he could get out faster than anybody else just by flying up. He had no idea what they were going to do with Sterling once they were out of there, but... well, it wasn't as if they could just stay there. The lynx might start mutating or something, or perhaps somehow become even more completely bonkers. Just the thought of it was enough to make an unpleasant shiver run down Aurum's spine.
The next couple of comments... well, they left Aurum both dumbfounded and annoyed, along with not helping even slightly with the headache that was forming. Did he lay what? For the briefest of moments after that little question, the angel actually considered turning around and leaving, and just letting Snarl and Miller deal with this guy. That would've been irresponsible of him, however, especially since there was around a forty percent chance the two of them might kill him, or something equally unpleasant. Instead, he just took a deep breath inwards, letting the air fill up his lungs fully before he let it back out, trying his best to focus on counting down from ten. He had read in one of his books that it would supposedly help with stress, but he was beginning to think it was just as much nonsense as what Sterling was spewing. Thankfully, he was able to calm down enough to speak again, opening his one icy blue eye back up again before fixing it on Sterling, "Snarl was kidding. I don't often startle people. At least not as long as they're not a threat. And no. I don't lay eggs, and I'm not a bird. I'm just a lion with wings. That's all." He wasn't going to even attempt explaining something like his angelhood to Sterling, since he was fairly sure that would just end with him having an aneurysm. Instead, he just rolled his shoulders, begging the tension in his muscles to ease as he listened to Sterling's origins.
The answer to where he came from was... vague, at best, but it was pretty clear from the look on his face that he didn't really know how to explain it either. At least he didn't seem to be a Pittian, judging by his scent and his supposed story. When the lion heard the other's question about his caretakers, he just snorted and shook his head, answering briefly, "I highly doubt they're ever coming back. There aren't really any humans on this entire island. Pretty sure any that lived here all died out ages ago." If there were still any humans hiding out on the island with the groups, they either had to be pretty damn good at hiding, or living deep down beneath the earth, considering one hadn't been seen in what felt like centuries now. For all intents and purposes, humans seemed to be effectively extinct on the island that Tanglewood and the rest of the groups resided on, and Aurum hadn't seen many that were really complaining about that. Leroy seemed like he had a bit of an affinity for humans, and Aurum could certainly admit that they had written some pretty good stories to read, but nobody was crying out for the humans to come and take the island back.
Stretching out a little bit as he heard Miller, the lion nodded before echoing gruffly, "That is true. This pit isn't as a result of anybody digging. It's years old, from a massive catastrophe that wiped pretty much everything around this big area out. This place is extremely irradiated and bad for all of us, so it's probably best for you and the rest of us to go back up to safe ground." The proxy flicked a paw upward, towards the edges of the pit that led back into the rest of Tanglewood territory. As he did so, he stretched his wings back out from his back, giving them a couple of experimental flaps before looking upward. He, like both Snarl and Miller, was not exactly keen on staying in the pit for much longer, and he knew he could get out faster than anybody else just by flying up. He had no idea what they were going to do with Sterling once they were out of there, but... well, it wasn't as if they could just stay there. The lynx might start mutating or something, or perhaps somehow become even more completely bonkers. Just the thought of it was enough to make an unpleasant shiver run down Aurum's spine.
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan