02-28-2020, 07:11 PM
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His head twisted around at the steps of a heavy-footed creature lumbering over, heard by the owl even from a respectable distance away. Paled eyes narrowed upon seeing the hybrid cat, unblinking and frigid with annoyance. "Don't you know it's rude to intrude upon someone while bathing? Or were you dropped on your head as a child?" he snapped, vulnerability ruffling his soaked feathers. Scoffing at the voyeur relaxed on the bank, Isaac swiftly dunked his head beneath the brook, wings wiping away excess water when he resurfaced. Even while wetted, the devilish tufts spiking his head remained standing, springing up again after he fussily smoothed the feathers down.
The doctor looked back to Aurum, a sharp tsk escaping his beak. "No," he simply answered. Wading back ashore, the owl shook droplets from his wings before folding them to his sides. Now blood-free, he reached for his hat, resting it atop his head before turning to the hybrid once again. "From a surgery. Leg reattachment," he clarified, not particularly eager to be assumed guilty of murder right after stepping out into the public eye. Gathering his overcoat from where he folded it upon the bank and slinging it over a wing, Isaac scanned the proxy; he supposed his isolation worked, considering the other wasn't even sure if he belonged within the swamp's borders. Another irritated sigh. "Yes, I do, in fact, live here. And it would do you some good to mind your own business," he chided, talons cutting into the mud as he lingered. But no, everyone always nosed into another's life, always wanted to know, always interrupted. Undoubtedly, this pompous feline was no different.
The doctor looked back to Aurum, a sharp tsk escaping his beak. "No," he simply answered. Wading back ashore, the owl shook droplets from his wings before folding them to his sides. Now blood-free, he reached for his hat, resting it atop his head before turning to the hybrid once again. "From a surgery. Leg reattachment," he clarified, not particularly eager to be assumed guilty of murder right after stepping out into the public eye. Gathering his overcoat from where he folded it upon the bank and slinging it over a wing, Isaac scanned the proxy; he supposed his isolation worked, considering the other wasn't even sure if he belonged within the swamp's borders. Another irritated sigh. "Yes, I do, in fact, live here. And it would do you some good to mind your own business," he chided, talons cutting into the mud as he lingered. But no, everyone always nosed into another's life, always wanted to know, always interrupted. Undoubtedly, this pompous feline was no different.