12-23-2019, 02:54 PM
How often does that happen? You're just about to give up on something and then Bam! It happens. Or close enough, anyway. That was how nature decided to play it today, when the weirdo walked up on me. A black and silver stud with the most unusual set of crimson horns on his head. He's almost as weird looking as I am.
I snorted with a bark of laughter at his blunt entrance, a bored smile on my lips. The harsh sound became something a little more sincere at his next statement, a sharp, breaking-glass sound. "No. You don't." I rebutted, a flat denial. No one likes the pink, not even me, but it didn't really matter. I liked to think of myself as a toxic butterfly, or the little frogs that were as brightly colored as flowers but would make your skin go numb if they touched you.
It's a warning sign.
"It's sweet of you to lie." I allowed, teeth flashing in an enigmatic grin. He was pushing something inside me, making me want to push back. My vividly feathered wings snapped open and shut in quick succession, a few flecks of down shedding from the inner lining. It's a shrug, of sorts, but with a violent flare.
Behind us, the forest stretches. Ahead, the sandstone terraces of Pangea. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth a couple of times, before I nodded away from us. "You live there? Or are you a stranger to these parts?" My nose wrinkled with amusement. A strange little stranger, and though he wasn't the kind of warped creature I'd been expecting to see in Pangea, he'd have to do.
@[draco]
I snorted with a bark of laughter at his blunt entrance, a bored smile on my lips. The harsh sound became something a little more sincere at his next statement, a sharp, breaking-glass sound. "No. You don't." I rebutted, a flat denial. No one likes the pink, not even me, but it didn't really matter. I liked to think of myself as a toxic butterfly, or the little frogs that were as brightly colored as flowers but would make your skin go numb if they touched you.
It's a warning sign.
"It's sweet of you to lie." I allowed, teeth flashing in an enigmatic grin. He was pushing something inside me, making me want to push back. My vividly feathered wings snapped open and shut in quick succession, a few flecks of down shedding from the inner lining. It's a shrug, of sorts, but with a violent flare.
Behind us, the forest stretches. Ahead, the sandstone terraces of Pangea. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth a couple of times, before I nodded away from us. "You live there? Or are you a stranger to these parts?" My nose wrinkled with amusement. A strange little stranger, and though he wasn't the kind of warped creature I'd been expecting to see in Pangea, he'd have to do.
@[draco]