eye of the tiger // anyone want to spar?

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Old? In Cory’s eyes, most creatures here couldn’t even fathom the word old, let alone claim it as their own. Corrupttimelines had been around, lumbering these planes for what felt like centuries. Sure, it was only actually about eight years, but to him that was old. Corrupttimelines should’ve had a family. He should’ve made friends or at least remember fragments of his old life by now! Nevertheless, he had done no such thing. So to him, Cory was both unsuccessful and old.

Teetering around nearby, the perk of voices clashing together caught his attention. The large, scaly creature would maneuver himself closer and shift his weight forward, moments before dropping onto his behind nearby and allowing a gentle smirk to appear. “I feel it would be rather unfair of me to spar you,” he remarked, gesturing with his wing to his rather large form.

However, some people he also did not know well began to catch his eye. There was Apolloyon, who Cory felt his gaze daunt to more than once. They were unlike anything Cory had ever seen before, and yet that intrigued him greatly. Handsome? Was that how Cory felt about them? Perhaps. It would never be admitted aloud, however. “You look familiar, but I do not know your name either,” he remarked towards the other, dipping his head politely.

Then there was Seven. Corrupttimeliens recognized this as a tigress, but no name came to the face displayed ahead of him. Another worn smile came to his face as he dipped his head to her in respect, not sure of what to say. Social situations had been a bit of a sore spot for the wyvern.

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