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MEMORIES TURN INTO DAYDREAMS! -- fae borzoi. cotc.
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It felt refreshing in a way to speak to a person so curious about their surroundings. 'Now, that's an odd thought', the fae caught himself with a soft grin. Things had felt like they'd grown stagnant to him, in his own life and in the actions of others. He missed the sensation of being kept unaware of the next big move, the next thing to happen. Perhaps he was a bit more chaotic than he had suspected.
Giving a slow whish of his tail as he got to his paws, suddenly grateful that the worst of his scars weren't enough to scare the youngster off. Casting a glance to his thrashed flank and damaged wing, he would give a soft heave of breath. Still one too many fights. Her words surprised him, though. She didn't like to fight. Had he gotten so used to youths being eager for a scrap?
Shaking his head as he offered Ruelle a small smile, "We try not to fight here. Sometimes they happen but we all usually put a stop to them quickly.", he wasn't about to ruin her dreams with the reality of the war that hung over the group like a cloud, over the groups of the Beyond like a dark stain. 'Those damned idiots.'Blinking as she asked him about his friends, he faltered in the steps he took to make space, copying her movements without thought.
"Friends, hm?", he paused, mulling it over with a thoughtful expression, "Not ... exactly. I'm a bit newer to this land and I can only tell the history I know from the mouths of others. I had a few, though. Time has .... guided them elsewhere, but I do have a few.", he felt his face warm under his fur and shook his head, "We adults are a stony bunch. Some of us aren't as friendly as our youngsters are. But yes, I do have some friends. Ah. The first move is mine, hm?", he broke off after a while as he noted her position across from him.
Careful brown eyes would observe the young woman, appraising what move to make. Shuffling his wings into a settled position, the fae shifted his weight to his haunches, building strength there as he prepared to make a dash. 'I should test her reaction speed first and foremost. No teeth, just a light spar Jasp. Just like with Sam. She's but a pup yet.'
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Giving a slow whish of his tail as he got to his paws, suddenly grateful that the worst of his scars weren't enough to scare the youngster off. Casting a glance to his thrashed flank and damaged wing, he would give a soft heave of breath. Still one too many fights. Her words surprised him, though. She didn't like to fight. Had he gotten so used to youths being eager for a scrap?
Shaking his head as he offered Ruelle a small smile, "We try not to fight here. Sometimes they happen but we all usually put a stop to them quickly.", he wasn't about to ruin her dreams with the reality of the war that hung over the group like a cloud, over the groups of the Beyond like a dark stain. 'Those damned idiots.'Blinking as she asked him about his friends, he faltered in the steps he took to make space, copying her movements without thought.
"Friends, hm?", he paused, mulling it over with a thoughtful expression, "Not ... exactly. I'm a bit newer to this land and I can only tell the history I know from the mouths of others. I had a few, though. Time has .... guided them elsewhere, but I do have a few.", he felt his face warm under his fur and shook his head, "We adults are a stony bunch. Some of us aren't as friendly as our youngsters are. But yes, I do have some friends. Ah. The first move is mine, hm?", he broke off after a while as he noted her position across from him.
Careful brown eyes would observe the young woman, appraising what move to make. Shuffling his wings into a settled position, the fae shifted his weight to his haunches, building strength there as he prepared to make a dash. 'I should test her reaction speed first and foremost. No teeth, just a light spar Jasp. Just like with Sam. She's but a pup yet.'
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attack in #7A8B8B. -- BECOME A TABOO!
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