05-25-2020, 11:34 PM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
Perhaps Clony should have been far more aware of its surroundings before getting utterly entranced by the ticking of a metronome. It had certainly wrapped up all of the bat's keen hearing abilities, utterly amazed by the repetition. It was foreign to them, amazing them with every swing of the pointed needle. Hearing someone speak jolted them to awareness, their wings stretching in a messy sprawl upwards in the air. As quickly as Clony flung itself upwards, it plopped back down on the ground. "Oh, hey," It chatters, finding itself hopping over to perch itself upon the top of the metronome. "I just kinda came across it. Pretty cool, isn't it? It makes really nice clicking noises!" Their bushy tail swings behind themself, head lowering to watch the needle swing back and forth. "Singin'? This thing has a use?" It chatters, pearly eyes widening with disbelief.
Now that they were not entranced by the lovely ticking of a metronome, Clony was more than prepared for the next to trot up to the scene. An unfamiliar face, earning a curious tilt of their fluffy head. "I'm a clony," They answer swiftly. They didn't know the name of the species they were currently. The only answer they had was the one that they had named themself after. Clony the clony. Original it was, and the bat had mighty pride in such a thing. "I'm one of the many me's, but the rest of them aren't here. Just me. But there's a lot of us. Not here and I normally don't look like this. But out there! So I'm a clony named Clony." It adds on after a few moments pause, once more getting distracted by the gentle ticking of the metronome. It drabbles on and on, unable to find a stop due to just how much of its mental capacity was taken up by being enthralled by that of a steady ticking noise.
When it came to verbal noise, Clony often went without. The flapping of their wings and the brushing of their tail was often their only noise. Their voice, never used, only communicating through telepathy. Gently knocking and striding into people's minds to deliver their words with it's own voice, and then politely shutting the door back once again. Clony's small mouth, reserved for eating, never for speaking. Likely unable to, likely another one of Clony's many mutations that also included the normal webbed wings of a bat to be more like that of a bird. They wind up attempting to make a noise to replicate the entrancing notes of a metronome, a shaky clicking noise not too far a cry from the ticking of the item it was perched upon. The noise was very foreign and certainly hurt the bat's throat, but being lulled by such a repetitive noise was too great a task on the mind for Clony to truly notice the noise it was making.
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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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