Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
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Post by Gypsy on Mar 27, 2011 9:20:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg]A devious smirk crossed her pretty maw, he was very good at insulting himself. Maybe she had ruffled his feathers enough for today, especially it he was going to start providing the insults for himself. She turned back around to face him, her whimsical side showing for once as she gave him a cute little smile, "You know, you're right. I shouldn't waste my time with myou. Maybe a mortui would be better. Of course I'd have to worry about other things falling off inside me." She actually chuckled a little at that. For once not looking like the heartless bitch she was.
Being a sennyo she was a bit biased against other species in general. Maybe she and Ratt had a few other things in common as well. She was a bit more elitist, than having a complex though. Maybe having the ugly bastard around would be amusing to her afterall. She looked him over once more, waiting to see if he had a comment to her actually agreeing with him on something. | |
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Post by rattinger on Mar 27, 2011 15:38:18 GMT -5
If the Turkey Vulture hadn't been the one with most control, the insult probably wouldn't have gone completely over his head. As it was, he acknowledged that he was a Myou simply because of his form. He looked too wolfish to be a true vulture. But, truth was his mind identified most completely with the vulture soul. There was none of that internal conflict or duality that some Myou experienced. He was a bird, simple as that. And because he was a bird he was above other Myou and their split personalities. Which is why it seemed as if he and Gypsy had just found some common ground.
His speech no longer held the intent of insult, words taking on a more conversational tone. "Why lower yourself to that? Mortui are dreadful beings. Why, the last time I came across one I'd just settled down for a nice meal. It is quite unpleasant to be attacked by your food." His feathers ruffled at the memory. The thing had looked and smelled dead when he first saw it. How was he supposed to know it was still alive, simply resting? Just as he'd taken his first bite of rancid flesh the Mortui had stirred. He'd lost a few feathers trying to get away from the angered creature's jaws. Needless to say, from that day forward he did not hold a favorable opinion of the undead wolves.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
Posts: 222
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Post by Gypsy on Mar 29, 2011 9:43:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg] Instead of walking out of the den, she came back in and sat tall near one of the walls near him. Her feather-light tail came down and coiled around her small, mud caked feet. He was proving to be a little more entertaining than she previously predicted, so she would allow herself to converse with him. She chuckled in a soft, yet captivating tone as he spoke of his experiences with the undead wolves.
"Well, I would imagine that was unpleasant for both parties." She tried to picture it in her mind, her white tipped tail tapped thoughtfully. "And I doubt I would sink so low as to copulate with a corpse." She was vain and conceited, she didn't need to sully herself with rancid meat mounting her, there would be no fun in that. She only had intimate relations that she enjoyed, and set the playing field for.
She looked back at the myou, a sly smile crossing her velvety visage, "Your food fight back often?" She imagined not, but it was a way to keep the conversation going, even if they did not much like one another, they had mutual dislike for other things. She herself rarely ate red meat, preferring fish and fruits when available.
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Post by rattinger on Apr 3, 2011 18:37:55 GMT -5
It seems his shift towards a more conversational tone was enough to lure the female back, not that he was luring anyone. She sat herself down and he shortly followed suit, wings folding neatly against his sides. His head tilted for a moment, neck stretching and eyes taking in the den site before he settled down completely, finally ready to attempt a civil conservation.
His own throaty chuckle bubbled forth, mixing with her lighter laughter. The sound was nowhere near pleasant, having a sort of strangled quality due to his limited vocal range. A laugh was a laugh though, and his smirk was less conceited as it curved up his maw. "I must say, it was a first. With the exception of a few 'possums, of course. Who in their right mind actually thought playing dead was a good idea? When a fella wants to feast, he likes meat dead the first time. Having to re-kill it is just too much of a hassle, especially when I always let someone else make the kill the first place."
A bit of an indignant huff accompanied his final words. Really, opossums had some nerve! Considering he viewed himself as too proud to kill his own food, trying to eat a creature that wasn't quite dead always startled him. Honestly! What good were other creatures if they couldn't even be used to give him a proper meal? No. Good. At. All.
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