The Heavy Metal Chicken Dance - Printable Version

Aure had said one sentence Kalama could undestand. And then he and Giggle just. Stared at each other. She'd been expecting them to walk away somewhere, or at least begin to, and THEN she could complain. But they didn't. They had a weird, staring match. Her beak parted in disbelief. Her gaze flicked between Aure and Giggle. Trying to catch some unknown meaning.

She gave Giggle a glance back. Confused. Incredulous. She felt a twinge of fear. Was that what happened when you stared at bones too long? She'd make sure whatever kids she ended up with knew the dangers.

"What!? You think I'd hurt a kid?!" She snorted. "I only hurt people who can defend themselves! A kid cant give you bruises. And champions don't attack kids. Which I am." She'd attacked Glaive, but that was wrestling. Wrestling kids was fine. Didn't count! "But hey, if Giggle wants to watch how much I kick ass, she can! In fact, you both can!" She flexed. Head down, wings spread. Her stance wobbled, but the muscles on her wings stood out. Which no one could see, because she was covered in feathers. Her tail swung from side to side, excited.

"I want you both to see! I want all the Bonebound to see! I'll train those little--" She struggled to find a word that wasn't 'shits'. 'Fucks' was another, equally bad word. She was taking too long! Kalama went with the first thing to come out her mouth. "Those little Sh-rubs so well, they'll be growing muscles from their eyeballs!"

"I can deal with this." Kalama said, after a moment of glaring. "I want everyone to see me train them. And hey, by the way!" She squawked. "You didn't even say anything! You didn't talk! You just stared at each other for two minutes!"

think "speak"