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How unpleasant - Saudade - May 09 2015
It felt strange.
For all of his life he had been content, happy, pleased. His world was comfortable and tender and he remembered no such thing as 'discomfort' or 'displeasure' or 'dis-'anything. Life was peaceful and demure, quiet and undisturbed. He slept and he woke and he wondered. He was happy.
He was very certain that the term was 'happy' because what followed was very unhappy.
He remembered becoming squeezed. He felt as if the space was too small and cramped. The things attached to him (those were called legs, little did he know) were feeling taunt and restricted. He moved. And he moved more. And no matter how much he moved he still felt stuck.
The feeling of being stuck was very different from being content and he realized very quickly he did not like it. He was loathsome of it and soon began to flail and struggle and use those weird things attached to him to resist whatever it was that had once cradled him but now contained him.
His struggle was wretched. Never before had he worked so hard at anything! And why did he bother? After what felt like hours of struggle (in fact, it had been maybe ten minute or less) the creature gave up. To flail was a pointless thing, he realized.
And it seemed the moment he relinquished himself to his fate (he would be forever and ever cramped, he supposed) was the moment his chrysalis cracked. A shard piece was dislodged from the tiger's eye and he felt a sensation that he had never, ever felt before. It felt cold and moist - those were the words he supposed were appropriate - and he immediately wrinkled his nose at whomever had thought such adjectives necessary in his world.
He would much rather stay cramped than be cold, but a mist crawled into his 'home'. Horrid thing! How dare it invade him? It was invading, wasn't it? He scowled at the mist and it did not heed him. Could it not tell it came uninvited? In the pit of his stomach he felt a desire for the thing to begone. Deeply he wished it and he felt the desire form into an odd sensation...
Roll Attempt
And it disappeared. It disappeared! Didn't it? The faint light that fell inside the chrysalis from the outside fauna became dark and he could see nothing, nothing at all but inky blackness. He had wished the mist away and in his excitement the little wolf flailed grandly, rocking the chrysalis onto its side and seeing it shattered completely.
Splayed out upon the cold rock floor as he was, Saudade immediately frowned.
The mist had returned. And it was very wet out here. And strangely cold. And he wished very much he could just crawl back into whatever he had fallen out of... but seeing the little pieces of gemstone left on the floor around him he realized very quickly he could never, ever return to where he had been. A strong remorse struck the lad then as he licked the fragments ruefully. Wasn't that what one did when something was hurt?
For all of his life he had been content, happy, pleased. His world was comfortable and tender and he remembered no such thing as 'discomfort' or 'displeasure' or 'dis-'anything. Life was peaceful and demure, quiet and undisturbed. He slept and he woke and he wondered. He was happy.
He was very certain that the term was 'happy' because what followed was very unhappy.
He remembered becoming squeezed. He felt as if the space was too small and cramped. The things attached to him (those were called legs, little did he know) were feeling taunt and restricted. He moved. And he moved more. And no matter how much he moved he still felt stuck.
The feeling of being stuck was very different from being content and he realized very quickly he did not like it. He was loathsome of it and soon began to flail and struggle and use those weird things attached to him to resist whatever it was that had once cradled him but now contained him.
His struggle was wretched. Never before had he worked so hard at anything! And why did he bother? After what felt like hours of struggle (in fact, it had been maybe ten minute or less) the creature gave up. To flail was a pointless thing, he realized.
And it seemed the moment he relinquished himself to his fate (he would be forever and ever cramped, he supposed) was the moment his chrysalis cracked. A shard piece was dislodged from the tiger's eye and he felt a sensation that he had never, ever felt before. It felt cold and moist - those were the words he supposed were appropriate - and he immediately wrinkled his nose at whomever had thought such adjectives necessary in his world.
He would much rather stay cramped than be cold, but a mist crawled into his 'home'. Horrid thing! How dare it invade him? It was invading, wasn't it? He scowled at the mist and it did not heed him. Could it not tell it came uninvited? In the pit of his stomach he felt a desire for the thing to begone. Deeply he wished it and he felt the desire form into an odd sensation...
Roll Attempt
And it disappeared. It disappeared! Didn't it? The faint light that fell inside the chrysalis from the outside fauna became dark and he could see nothing, nothing at all but inky blackness. He had wished the mist away and in his excitement the little wolf flailed grandly, rocking the chrysalis onto its side and seeing it shattered completely.
Splayed out upon the cold rock floor as he was, Saudade immediately frowned.
The mist had returned. And it was very wet out here. And strangely cold. And he wished very much he could just crawl back into whatever he had fallen out of... but seeing the little pieces of gemstone left on the floor around him he realized very quickly he could never, ever return to where he had been. A strong remorse struck the lad then as he licked the fragments ruefully. Wasn't that what one did when something was hurt?
RE: How unpleasant - Azazel (Original) - May 10 2015
This tunnel was becoming increasingly familiar to the young ave, for he tended to wander out of Canis and through this cave. Recently, he had the spoils of meeting a little dik-dik named Fortune, a new member of the Bonebound... and finding a gorgeous shiny to give to Krakarak. Yes, this tunnel was a good passageway to take to the core. He'd met quite a few Gembound there! But for now, he was wandering off back toward Orion, to perhaps explore that sector a little more. He'd only been at the cliffsides, and he wanted to see what else was in the shimmering room. In the distance, there had been a crystal tower! If only he hadn't set up the Bonebound in Canis, Krakarak could have had a crystal tower all to himself! Well, maybe not to himself, but the bird was free to do whatever he wanted. Aza'zel knew that the raven depended on him to protect him, and the bone prince wouldn't let him down.
Waddling out of the massive hole of the Canis entrance, the bird gazed up at the rearing beast overhead. It was a terrifying warning indeed, but the skeleton king was not afraid of it. It was simply rock! Rock could not hurt you, it could not even move! Obviously, the ave had yet to experience an earthquake or a rockslide. Someday, perhaps, he'd understand. Rufous head turned back to the darkness before him, mist condensing on his rusty feathers already. It was a chilling place indeed, but if the critter hugged the ground in flight, he could easily make it to the Orion side of the passage. So he would. Wings spread and the bird took flight, flapping with powerful and renewed strokes. Eyelids were shut, but he could still see due to nictitating lids, and the mist fogged up his vision.
Despite that, he could hear the sounds of rock splitting. Another Gembound hatching? Swooping down, the bird managed to land ten feet to the left of the now rueful creature in the mist. It seemed that it had dispelled the mist long enough, but it came back. It was a neverending veil, one that invaded every nook and nanny. Aza'zel didn't know where exactly it came from, but he assumed it was the magical essence of the cave. That was what explained everything, right? Hopping close to the newly hatched Gembound, his crown tilted curiously. It was all legs, he could confirm. Very tall, probably. There was a black smudge on it's back, but he couldn't decipher what it was. Shaking his feathers free of the condensation that almost weighed him down, the bird stepped back, in case what he was about to do turned horribly wrong like that one time he blew Bravo away. Bravo was pretty fine, but the Bone Prince was sure that newborn Gembound were much more fragile that Bravo's.
Taking a deep breath, the bird took to the air once more, great wings pumping strongly and hardly to release his pressure magic, pulling the atmosphere close to himself and hurling it in the direction of the misty room. Hopefully it'd be a success. But then, little magic fizzled from his wings, only a gust summoned by regular bird wings. It cleared up his vision a little, but it definitely was not enough. Demurring about his sudden lack of magic, the ave landed, talons making a soft click! on the rocky floor. Hobbling close to the newly hatched creature, he bowed down, nudging its shoulder softly with his beak. "What's your name?" He crooned, not wanting to scare the tiny child with his somewhat fearsome appearance. It was never a good idea to scare a youngster, he'd learned. They were mean little brats sometimes, and they liked to hiss and bite. This thing didn't seem too much like a hiss-and-bite sort of Gembound. He just had to wait and see if his theory was correct.
"Speech"
Waddling out of the massive hole of the Canis entrance, the bird gazed up at the rearing beast overhead. It was a terrifying warning indeed, but the skeleton king was not afraid of it. It was simply rock! Rock could not hurt you, it could not even move! Obviously, the ave had yet to experience an earthquake or a rockslide. Someday, perhaps, he'd understand. Rufous head turned back to the darkness before him, mist condensing on his rusty feathers already. It was a chilling place indeed, but if the critter hugged the ground in flight, he could easily make it to the Orion side of the passage. So he would. Wings spread and the bird took flight, flapping with powerful and renewed strokes. Eyelids were shut, but he could still see due to nictitating lids, and the mist fogged up his vision.
Despite that, he could hear the sounds of rock splitting. Another Gembound hatching? Swooping down, the bird managed to land ten feet to the left of the now rueful creature in the mist. It seemed that it had dispelled the mist long enough, but it came back. It was a neverending veil, one that invaded every nook and nanny. Aza'zel didn't know where exactly it came from, but he assumed it was the magical essence of the cave. That was what explained everything, right? Hopping close to the newly hatched Gembound, his crown tilted curiously. It was all legs, he could confirm. Very tall, probably. There was a black smudge on it's back, but he couldn't decipher what it was. Shaking his feathers free of the condensation that almost weighed him down, the bird stepped back, in case what he was about to do turned horribly wrong like that one time he blew Bravo away. Bravo was pretty fine, but the Bone Prince was sure that newborn Gembound were much more fragile that Bravo's.
Taking a deep breath, the bird took to the air once more, great wings pumping strongly and hardly to release his pressure magic, pulling the atmosphere close to himself and hurling it in the direction of the misty room. Hopefully it'd be a success. But then, little magic fizzled from his wings, only a gust summoned by regular bird wings. It cleared up his vision a little, but it definitely was not enough. Demurring about his sudden lack of magic, the ave landed, talons making a soft click! on the rocky floor. Hobbling close to the newly hatched creature, he bowed down, nudging its shoulder softly with his beak. "What's your name?" He crooned, not wanting to scare the tiny child with his somewhat fearsome appearance. It was never a good idea to scare a youngster, he'd learned. They were mean little brats sometimes, and they liked to hiss and bite. This thing didn't seem too much like a hiss-and-bite sort of Gembound. He just had to wait and see if his theory was correct.
"Speech"
RE: How unpleasant - Saudade - May 10 2015
He heard something strange. Very strange and - what?
He moved his head and his ears flopped. He felt the soft tips hit the side of his face and he growled a little at the inconvenience such articles attached to his head brought him. Flinging his head around further (and becoming very acquainted with the movement of such a long neck) he nearly forgot entirely about the sound he heard that he had meant to investigate.
The sound that previously intrigued him was known as a 'bird in flight' and the sound that brought him back to attention was a 'bird that landed'. The clicks were becoming closer and soon, from the mist came a...
Do I look like that? He gawked.
And then he gave the critter a skeptical look as it touched him. Touched him with his face? What was that thing on his face? Where were the soft tips that hit the thing's temples?
The pup came to a very real realization very quickly as he eyed his set of long legs and small paws.
This thing, this other thing was missing some limbs! Or perhaps he (himself) had too many? What if he was deformed? Was he deformed? What happened to deformed ones like him?
Well. It could be worse, Saudade decided. He could be entirely blind or stupid, so blind or stupid that he didn't even know he was deformed. Or that this other thing was deformed. And that'd be awful, wouldn't it?
But the thing was making very strange noises and looked like it expected him to make some very strange noises back. How did one do that? Make noise?
Instead of speaking, the wolf pup nudged the bird back, sticking his wet noise into the mess of feathers and seeming very confused with the texture. It was soft, sort of? But coarse, too. How strange.
He moved his head and his ears flopped. He felt the soft tips hit the side of his face and he growled a little at the inconvenience such articles attached to his head brought him. Flinging his head around further (and becoming very acquainted with the movement of such a long neck) he nearly forgot entirely about the sound he heard that he had meant to investigate.
The sound that previously intrigued him was known as a 'bird in flight' and the sound that brought him back to attention was a 'bird that landed'. The clicks were becoming closer and soon, from the mist came a...
Do I look like that? He gawked.
And then he gave the critter a skeptical look as it touched him. Touched him with his face? What was that thing on his face? Where were the soft tips that hit the thing's temples?
The pup came to a very real realization very quickly as he eyed his set of long legs and small paws.
This thing, this other thing was missing some limbs! Or perhaps he (himself) had too many? What if he was deformed? Was he deformed? What happened to deformed ones like him?
Well. It could be worse, Saudade decided. He could be entirely blind or stupid, so blind or stupid that he didn't even know he was deformed. Or that this other thing was deformed. And that'd be awful, wouldn't it?
But the thing was making very strange noises and looked like it expected him to make some very strange noises back. How did one do that? Make noise?
Instead of speaking, the wolf pup nudged the bird back, sticking his wet noise into the mess of feathers and seeming very confused with the texture. It was soft, sort of? But coarse, too. How strange.
RE: How unpleasant - Azazel (Original) - May 10 2015
The young Gembound almost jumped and stared at the Bone King in stupor, as if he were in deep thought. Aza’zel watched it’s dark orbs flicker all over his frame then himself. Perhaps he didn’t understand that Aza’zel was a bird and he were a… wolf? The name sounded familiar. He was a wolf, yes. He was definitely a wolf, like Blue was a gorilla, Krakarak a raven, Bravo a raccoon, and Fortune a dik-dik. It came together perfectly, yet almost it was haphazard the variety of animals that roamed these caves. All of them were very vastly different, some not even mammals!
The little pup gave him a questioning look and goggled constantly, something Aza’zel was almost used to due to Krakarak’s constant following. But something was different. He felt concern and could see it in that pup’s eyes. It didn’t seem to know how to speak. He was afraid naught, for usually… Gembound took a while before they could figure out how to talk. "I’ll call you, Wolf. For now…" He couldn’t think of a better name right off the bat, and Wolf definitely didn’t know who he was. Once again, it’d be a little bit. Nudging the ears of the canine, he tried to balance them atop his head so they didn’t flop down. "Ears." He crooned, hoping he could teach this Gembound a few words. He wasn’t gonna leave one to figure out everything on his own! The Bone Prince had suffered through that, and he wouldn’t desire to bring that upon another. He’d want to be a good friend to those who needed a friend. Most Lammergeiers weren’t too open nor were they social… but little Aza’zel was a social butterfly and friendly as ever. As the pup pressed his cold and wet nose into Aza’s neck fluff, the juvenile jumped. Nobody had ever done that. But the bird simply sat down, letting the pup nuzzle him. He’d be here if Wolf needed him. Aza’zel was fine with that.
"Speech"
The little pup gave him a questioning look and goggled constantly, something Aza’zel was almost used to due to Krakarak’s constant following. But something was different. He felt concern and could see it in that pup’s eyes. It didn’t seem to know how to speak. He was afraid naught, for usually… Gembound took a while before they could figure out how to talk. "I’ll call you, Wolf. For now…" He couldn’t think of a better name right off the bat, and Wolf definitely didn’t know who he was. Once again, it’d be a little bit. Nudging the ears of the canine, he tried to balance them atop his head so they didn’t flop down. "Ears." He crooned, hoping he could teach this Gembound a few words. He wasn’t gonna leave one to figure out everything on his own! The Bone Prince had suffered through that, and he wouldn’t desire to bring that upon another. He’d want to be a good friend to those who needed a friend. Most Lammergeiers weren’t too open nor were they social… but little Aza’zel was a social butterfly and friendly as ever. As the pup pressed his cold and wet nose into Aza’s neck fluff, the juvenile jumped. Nobody had ever done that. But the bird simply sat down, letting the pup nuzzle him. He’d be here if Wolf needed him. Aza’zel was fine with that.
"Speech"
RE: How unpleasant - Saudade - May 10 2015
Thinking was an important state of being for the young wolf and regardless of his ability or lack thereof to speak, it was evident something was going on behind his bright eyes. The lights were on and someone was home, someone with the capacity for something worthwhile, given enough time.
Hmm. Wolf. Is that what I am? Who I am? Is there a difference? He wondered pensively about the nuances of being called something. What did it mean to be called something? What was a Wolf? It had to mean something. Did it mean 'him'?
He tilted his head, shifting his skull to make his ears move and wiggle. Perking them forward they did stand a little more sprightly, especially with the assistance of the bird. Ears the thing called them and Saudade was much obliged for the proper word for them. Those things on his head that got in the way - those were ears and they were quite awful.
But, wait.
"Woof." He mimicked the sound he heard as a deceleration for the ave, his tongue missing a few details in the pronunciation but nonetheless viable. If he was a Wolf then surely this other had to be a Wolf, too. So they were a pair of wolves? But where was the Wolf's ears?
He did his very best attempt at standing on the spindly stilts he was given, inching his paws closer to beneath him before ultimately leaning and falling the entirely opposite way. Deciding that being vertical was an overrated status, he attempted another means - crawling and wiggling. Pawing at Wolf's strange foot (and able now to get a better look at the other Wolf, now that he laid down) Saudade made an attempt to climb atop him, to search for his ears. "Ars? Aaars?" His brow knit, sticking his tongue out, "Ehs." He tried again, this was closer - "Ehars?" Yes, that was it. He grinned a little and began to root around in the bird's feathers, sniffing and huffing and searching very intensely for his ears.
Hmm. Wolf. Is that what I am? Who I am? Is there a difference? He wondered pensively about the nuances of being called something. What did it mean to be called something? What was a Wolf? It had to mean something. Did it mean 'him'?
He tilted his head, shifting his skull to make his ears move and wiggle. Perking them forward they did stand a little more sprightly, especially with the assistance of the bird. Ears the thing called them and Saudade was much obliged for the proper word for them. Those things on his head that got in the way - those were ears and they were quite awful.
But, wait.
"Woof." He mimicked the sound he heard as a deceleration for the ave, his tongue missing a few details in the pronunciation but nonetheless viable. If he was a Wolf then surely this other had to be a Wolf, too. So they were a pair of wolves? But where was the Wolf's ears?
He did his very best attempt at standing on the spindly stilts he was given, inching his paws closer to beneath him before ultimately leaning and falling the entirely opposite way. Deciding that being vertical was an overrated status, he attempted another means - crawling and wiggling. Pawing at Wolf's strange foot (and able now to get a better look at the other Wolf, now that he laid down) Saudade made an attempt to climb atop him, to search for his ears. "Ars? Aaars?" His brow knit, sticking his tongue out, "Ehs." He tried again, this was closer - "Ehars?" Yes, that was it. He grinned a little and began to root around in the bird's feathers, sniffing and huffing and searching very intensely for his ears.
RE: How unpleasant - Azazel (Original) - May 10 2015
"Speech" ~ 'Thoughts'
The bird continued to look into the wolf's eyes, finding lights in his humble abode. He seemed lost in thought. It was common for the Gembound... but he wasn't sure if he did it. Did he tend to get lost in his own thoughts? Oh, he guess he did. He had just done so! Shaking his head at Wolf, he smiled softly. Could birds smile? He'd have to find out later.
When the youngster mimicked his name, saying 'Woof', Aza's heart nearly melted. He was such an adorable little critter! The ave nodded, bobbing his head happily. "You are Wolf!" He chirped, carmine eyes glinting with pride. Then he thought for a moment. Surely Wolf needed to know who he was! Raising a wing to point at himself, he nodded. "Aza'zel. I am a bird, you are a wolf." Hopefully Wolf knew what birds were. Maybe he'd have to teach him that there weren't just wolves in this world? He'd leave it up to Wolf if he did need to know. The pup attempted to pronounce the word 'ears', and he had been proud to do so. Aza'zel's heart melted, and he nodded once more.
Suddenly, a cold and wet nose pressed against him again, the pup having decided to nose at the crest of the bird. What was he doing? Whatever it was, Wolf was very determined at it. Spindly legs pressed onto his talons, first feeling the scaley skin, then he clambered atop the bird. "Wolf, what are you doing?" He squeaked, turning his head gently so he didn't knock off the young canine.
RE: How unpleasant - Saudade - May 10 2015
The Wolf was so engrossed in his current task that he couldn't be bothered by the other noises the Wolf made. What did the Wolf say? Something ahz something behrd, something, something -
"Woof. Eahrs." He muttered, his tongue wrapped around a particularly long piece of feather. Nomming on it and gumming it he came to the conclusion that this Wolf was rather dirty and needed to be cleaned. While not entirely positive he was pretty sure being clean was preferable to being dirty. He'd have to clean Wolf later. He made a note while rummaging around for...
"Eahrs?" His voice rose and the tone was more imploring and perturbed. Where were those bloody ears of his?! Coming into contact with the tip of a beak, the wee wolf sneezed, his black lips turning downward and a troubled look taking hold. Eahrs were important. One heard things out of eahrs. How could the Wolf hear him without his eahrs? Squinting into those yellow eyes skeptically, Saudade pondered the dilemma.
And then his stomach growled. So startled by that sudden feeling, the wolf pup jumped, baring his teeth and growling at... whatever it was that had crawled into his belly and made a racket. Glancing back to Wolf, his dopy ears perked forward, quite expecting some further elaboration. What were the words?
RE: How unpleasant - Azazel (Original) - May 10 2015
Some as big as your head!
His words went right over Wolf, and the pup continued nosing around in his feathers. His crest would be so ruffled by the time this pup finished! He'd have to fix it later. And then the pup muttered out two words. Wolf and ear. Was he looking for his ears? He opened his beak to answer him, but then he ran cold. Something. Was slobbering. All over. His feathers. Turning his head, he saw the pup gnawing on his feathers. "Wolf!" He cawed, watching as the boy crinked his nose in disgust. Yes, he needed a bath, but Aza'zel wasn't taking one soon! Or at least not in clean water! All of the water in Canis was all iron-oxide filled, and it'd be futile.
The pup released his feathers, leaving Aza'zel with a slobbery backside, asking about ears again. Aza'zel cringed, waiting for the pup to start eating his feathers again, but he didn't. Sighing, the bird looked up at the gangly boy on his back. "Wolf has ears, birds have ears. You can't see them." To clarify, he raised a wing to point at Wolf's eyes then covered them for a moment to show him what he meant.
Then what felt like an earthshaking growl rocked both Wolf and Aza'zel's body. The gangly boy jumped back in surprise, staring down at his belly then to him with panic. Previously droopy ears swiveled forth, looking for an explanation. Aza'zel had to stifle his laughter, amused by the young Gembound. "You're hungry, Wolf. When Wolf is hungry, he has to get food. Wolf eats food and isn't hungry!" He proclaimed, making appropriate motions to show the boy. "Want food?" Aza'el wasn't too sure where he'd find some, but he was sure that wolves did not eat bones. There definitely weren't bones nearby, but... perhaps there were some mice or some other source of food?
"Speech"
The pup released his feathers, leaving Aza'zel with a slobbery backside, asking about ears again. Aza'zel cringed, waiting for the pup to start eating his feathers again, but he didn't. Sighing, the bird looked up at the gangly boy on his back. "Wolf has ears, birds have ears. You can't see them." To clarify, he raised a wing to point at Wolf's eyes then covered them for a moment to show him what he meant.
Then what felt like an earthshaking growl rocked both Wolf and Aza'zel's body. The gangly boy jumped back in surprise, staring down at his belly then to him with panic. Previously droopy ears swiveled forth, looking for an explanation. Aza'zel had to stifle his laughter, amused by the young Gembound. "You're hungry, Wolf. When Wolf is hungry, he has to get food. Wolf eats food and isn't hungry!" He proclaimed, making appropriate motions to show the boy. "Want food?" Aza'el wasn't too sure where he'd find some, but he was sure that wolves did not eat bones. There definitely weren't bones nearby, but... perhaps there were some mice or some other source of food?
RE: How unpleasant - Saudade - May 10 2015
A behrd was a type of woof, obviously, and... it had ears. Like he had ears. But he couldn't see them.
Saudade narrowed his eyes, mulling over this logic. If someone could have something he could not see... what did that mean? It meant he couldn't trust his eyes, he supposed, and maybe that was right. After all it was pretty dark in here - poor environment for looking at stuff. So maybe his ears were more useful than he thought and maybe they were more important, too. Hmm...
Food.
He liked the sound of food. Food was something one saw, right? He nodded his head up and down, looking at the Woofbehrd with eager excitement. While he didn't really know how food reacted to 'hungry', he was quite looking forward to knowing more about it...
He looked around, hopeful. The mist made things a little harder to see (as if eyes were good for anything, anyway) but if anyone knew where or what food was, it had to be the Woofbehrd. But what if he could wish for food? He had wished for the mist to go away and it had. Though it came back, that was alright. Wishing for food. He could wish for food and he'd have so much food that he and Woofbehrd could make a new home in it.
And so, the pup wished, and he wished very hard. Into the depths of his belly (past where it had growled and grumbled) he focused, closed his eyes, and willed food to magically appear...
Roll attempt
And it didn't. But little did Saudade know that his failure might have been a good thing. With a little whimper and a frown, he looked again to Woofbehrd, his green-yellow eyes going big and round.
... Yep. He could pull off the adorable, pitiful card naturally.
RE: How unpleasant - Azazel (Original) - May 11 2015
Some as big as your head!
Well… Wolf understood that he didn’t have visible ears, but he still seemed confused. Soon enough, the pup looking around for food. Aza’zel wasn’t sure himself that there was anything in here. Surely the pup would need some meaty food. Carmine orbs flickered as the bird blinked, tilting his head at Wolf as he seemed to be very concentrated. The boy flickered for a moment, partially transparent for just a minute before he gave up, green-yellow eyes glimmering and staring at Aza’zel.
"We have to catch food. We can’t make it. Let’s go somewhere." He waved a wing toward the tunnel that lead to Canis, motioning for the pup to follow as he waddled off, then stopped. Did the pup need a little help with… his spindly legs? Aza’zel could probably be able to fly with his weight… But Aza’zel wasn’t too comfortable with that thought. Tilting his head, he stared at the pup. "Gotta hunt for food." Lowering his wings, the bird took on a creeping pose that predators used to get prey, and then made a small cry as he jumped on an imaginary beast and killed it with a nip of his beak. Surely Wolf could figure that out? Even in the fog?
"Speech"
"We have to catch food. We can’t make it. Let’s go somewhere." He waved a wing toward the tunnel that lead to Canis, motioning for the pup to follow as he waddled off, then stopped. Did the pup need a little help with… his spindly legs? Aza’zel could probably be able to fly with his weight… But Aza’zel wasn’t too comfortable with that thought. Tilting his head, he stared at the pup. "Gotta hunt for food." Lowering his wings, the bird took on a creeping pose that predators used to get prey, and then made a small cry as he jumped on an imaginary beast and killed it with a nip of his beak. Surely Wolf could figure that out? Even in the fog?