05-15-2021, 10:32 AM
The scent of singed feathers fills the space between them, staining the air even after the duplicate fades away again. Wherewolf's unburnt wings ruffle softly, muscles loosening from where he held them so tightly to his sides. There's a part of him that wants to continue this back and forth, a part of him that is ready to rise to her every gibe with more of his own. He thinks he would destroy himself to prove her wrong and make a fool of her, but today he needn't reach so far. She wonders - though hypothetically - if he spent his time coming here thinking up of a way to insult her voice when he didn't know she'd learned to speak? Her barbs are misplaced, and he hopes that it rankles.
"Oh sorry, did I stutter?"
He smirks at her and turns back to Obscene, the edges of his lips still turned up roguishly to match the smugness written thick over the black stallion's face. He is not at all certain that this single addition to the Pampas is enough to wake the flowered land from its poppy-haze slumber, but Aela is too interested, and he's more than happy to be a raincloud over her spring day promise.
"Well, I may take you up on that... hospitality." Anything would have to be better than the bitter mushrooms growing in the caves of Taiga, or even the red and white spotted ones that erupt between the roots of Nerine's rare woodland. With a quick glance back at Aela, he snorts and continues.
"You'll have to forgive me if I'm slow to arrive. I'm such a plodder, y'know. It's like they say, flight is the slowest way to travel."
Without flourish, those broad wings spread, gathering the air beneath the stiff feathers as he collects himself and leaps skyward in a rush of wind that unsettles the palomino's smooth mane again. The Pampas. Well, it can't be worse than Nerine.
"Oh sorry, did I stutter?"
He smirks at her and turns back to Obscene, the edges of his lips still turned up roguishly to match the smugness written thick over the black stallion's face. He is not at all certain that this single addition to the Pampas is enough to wake the flowered land from its poppy-haze slumber, but Aela is too interested, and he's more than happy to be a raincloud over her spring day promise.
"Well, I may take you up on that... hospitality." Anything would have to be better than the bitter mushrooms growing in the caves of Taiga, or even the red and white spotted ones that erupt between the roots of Nerine's rare woodland. With a quick glance back at Aela, he snorts and continues.
"You'll have to forgive me if I'm slow to arrive. I'm such a plodder, y'know. It's like they say, flight is the slowest way to travel."
Without flourish, those broad wings spread, gathering the air beneath the stiff feathers as he collects himself and leaps skyward in a rush of wind that unsettles the palomino's smooth mane again. The Pampas. Well, it can't be worse than Nerine.
@[Aela] @[Obscene]
Please accept this late, slightly crappy, close. My brain isn't working again just yet but this thread deserves an ending.
