04-05-2020, 10:44 PM
Blits' head turned to note the approach of two more people. 'Bird thing' was quite the correct statement to address Blits by. His entire body covered in sea foam green feathers that varied in their contrast. Most creatures weren't such an outlandish hue of green, but such a shade of green Blits had possessed since his hatching. Another bird attribute, hatching - although to be fair such a thing happened in a different universe where all different sorts of logics, antics, and universal playbooks were being used. "I can?" Blits replied, sounding utterly bewildered. His orange eyes were wide with utter disbelief. He had never heard of something dirty causing for ail before! It left the sinornithosaurus absolutely shocked, tail flicking behind him. The idea of dirt, rocks, and other disgusting things actually getting in him caused for his vibrantly colored face to scrunch up.
His horned head turned to address the other new arrival to the scene of the idiotic bird looking creature's injury. The glowing held his attention, reminding him of some of the creatures that he was used to back home. Creatures that glowed, creatures that had far too many eyes or mouths or were so hybridized that their parts couldn't be distinguished from the whole. It was helpful, in the slightest sense, giving Blits the slightest notion of ease and pulling his mind from the thoughts of rocks somehow clogging up his bloodstream. "Um. Sure. I don't think rocks in my blood would be good," Blits replies. A wince comes from the vibrant idiot as he curls his injured foot before outstretching the limb a little more. It hurts, the new position, and his jagged teeth clench together. Injuries were not common to Blits. He did not like them at all. The sitting position felt awkward at best and painful at worst. "Even if the rock I kicked was way too big to somehow get in me. I hope. It was a pretty big rock. Had to make sure the test would be authentic." He squawks, rubbing away an itch with a motion of one of his fluffy wings.
His horned head turned to address the other new arrival to the scene of the idiotic bird looking creature's injury. The glowing held his attention, reminding him of some of the creatures that he was used to back home. Creatures that glowed, creatures that had far too many eyes or mouths or were so hybridized that their parts couldn't be distinguished from the whole. It was helpful, in the slightest sense, giving Blits the slightest notion of ease and pulling his mind from the thoughts of rocks somehow clogging up his bloodstream. "Um. Sure. I don't think rocks in my blood would be good," Blits replies. A wince comes from the vibrant idiot as he curls his injured foot before outstretching the limb a little more. It hurts, the new position, and his jagged teeth clench together. Injuries were not common to Blits. He did not like them at all. The sitting position felt awkward at best and painful at worst. "Even if the rock I kicked was way too big to somehow get in me. I hope. It was a pretty big rock. Had to make sure the test would be authentic." He squawks, rubbing away an itch with a motion of one of his fluffy wings.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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