Post by +Amz+ on Jan 25, 2009 17:56:25 GMT -5
OoC: I was practicing playing Taven (yes I changed his name, 'cuz I kept thinking Taven D: ) and Hokt, so I made this while at school. =3 It was after finals, so blahblahblah. Pretty much, over anything, it's a post to let you see how Tynan and Hokt act, and why Hokt's all angsty sometimes. D: By the way, I'm not sure all MODs can change eye color, but I know Rend can...
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...and this post is dumb. >:U Ohwell.
A smirk flitted onto the small dragon’s face, his green eyes flaring up like a fern. “Soo…there’s new Soars coming in today?” he asked, hopping onto Taven’s shoulder shakily.
“For the fifth time, yes,” Taven growled, getting a little testy. “Besides,” he continued, proceeding to wipe down a dish, “what does it matter to you? It’s not like they’ll hatch tomorrow, anyway.” Yeesss…I know. But at least I’ll fly better than them, Hokt thought to his Soar, hopping off. His left wing was slightly pulled, and the elbow had an abnormal growth…probably from being broken.
Jumping onto a shelf, Hokt flipped on his back and sighed, “Plllleeeasee can we go now?” Taven ignored him, placing the next dish onto the top of the pile. Hokt knows I’d be in huge trouble if I left now, so why bother asking?
“Don’t you have training to do?” Taven asked him, growing a smile as well. Hokt’s giant ears whirled back in anger. …I hate you, the dragon thought back, turning his nose up at Taven. “Go train, Rend. If you want to be better than those hatchlings, you’d better practice,” he said, giving a Cheshire grin. Hokt glared at him, his eyes turning down into a darker blue.
“…fine. Watching you was boring anyway, No-wings,” Hokt growled, hopping down off the shelf. He turned out the door, and Taven could still see Hokt’s tail thrashing about angrily. Taven frowned, realizing what he’d done. “Silly dragon,” he murmured, regretting that he’d reminded the dragon of its wing.
Hokt’s fleecy black ear tips stayed behind him, depression written all over his face. Why would he say that to me? Hokt thought, closing his eyes. He knows I couldn’t do anything about it…so why’d he have to say it like those moronic sons of—
“Hey there, Chain,” came the suave voice. Rend whirled around, baring his fangs.
“F- off, Yuune!” he spat back at the MOD. Yuune’s soft, angelic face held both grace and contempt.
Taking a step closer with his golden painted paws, the larger MOD’s fur mingled with Hokt’s, and his shoved his black painted face into Rend’s. “What’s wrong, cripple? Where’s daddy?” he smirked, one of his buddies taking the left flank behind Hokt.
Hokt’s eyes glared orange, and he growled with a sneer, “Where’s yours?”
Yuune snarled, breaking skin on Rend’s face with his claws. “Heh, you act like you should be proud,” he laughed, a scorning look on his face, “but your Soar is probably the worst one that comes around—weak.”
Hokt roared at the angelic creature, lunging at its face. The crony, adorned in black, leapt out of the shadows, and grabbed Hokt by his bad wing, causing the creature to cry out in pain. Another one, in silver, then locked onto his right, making him unable to move.
Yuune, blood looking unsightly on his perfect face, snarled. “Well now,” he leered, “you got some guts. We’ll have to fix that.” The cronies pulled him backward, exposing his stomach to the infuriated leader. Hokt’s eyes flashed red for a second, his face of apathy still worn.
Out of Hokt’s back sprang the web-like thread, stabbing the two MODs who clung to him. In a cry of pain, they released their grip, and he made his move. He back flipped over the two, and shoved them into Yuune, releasing the threads. Rend bashed their heads on the tiled flooring, to knock them out. He then proceeded to kick Yuune in the stomach, forcing him to heave what he’d just eaten, and leaving him short-breathed.
Rend smirked, happy with his work. “Nice playing with you,” he laughed, leaving them in their puddle of vomit.
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...and this post is dumb. >:U Ohwell.
A smirk flitted onto the small dragon’s face, his green eyes flaring up like a fern. “Soo…there’s new Soars coming in today?” he asked, hopping onto Taven’s shoulder shakily.
“For the fifth time, yes,” Taven growled, getting a little testy. “Besides,” he continued, proceeding to wipe down a dish, “what does it matter to you? It’s not like they’ll hatch tomorrow, anyway.” Yeesss…I know. But at least I’ll fly better than them, Hokt thought to his Soar, hopping off. His left wing was slightly pulled, and the elbow had an abnormal growth…probably from being broken.
Jumping onto a shelf, Hokt flipped on his back and sighed, “Plllleeeasee can we go now?” Taven ignored him, placing the next dish onto the top of the pile. Hokt knows I’d be in huge trouble if I left now, so why bother asking?
“Don’t you have training to do?” Taven asked him, growing a smile as well. Hokt’s giant ears whirled back in anger. …I hate you, the dragon thought back, turning his nose up at Taven. “Go train, Rend. If you want to be better than those hatchlings, you’d better practice,” he said, giving a Cheshire grin. Hokt glared at him, his eyes turning down into a darker blue.
“…fine. Watching you was boring anyway, No-wings,” Hokt growled, hopping down off the shelf. He turned out the door, and Taven could still see Hokt’s tail thrashing about angrily. Taven frowned, realizing what he’d done. “Silly dragon,” he murmured, regretting that he’d reminded the dragon of its wing.
Hokt’s fleecy black ear tips stayed behind him, depression written all over his face. Why would he say that to me? Hokt thought, closing his eyes. He knows I couldn’t do anything about it…so why’d he have to say it like those moronic sons of—
“Hey there, Chain,” came the suave voice. Rend whirled around, baring his fangs.
“F- off, Yuune!” he spat back at the MOD. Yuune’s soft, angelic face held both grace and contempt.
Taking a step closer with his golden painted paws, the larger MOD’s fur mingled with Hokt’s, and his shoved his black painted face into Rend’s. “What’s wrong, cripple? Where’s daddy?” he smirked, one of his buddies taking the left flank behind Hokt.
Hokt’s eyes glared orange, and he growled with a sneer, “Where’s yours?”
Yuune snarled, breaking skin on Rend’s face with his claws. “Heh, you act like you should be proud,” he laughed, a scorning look on his face, “but your Soar is probably the worst one that comes around—weak.”
Hokt roared at the angelic creature, lunging at its face. The crony, adorned in black, leapt out of the shadows, and grabbed Hokt by his bad wing, causing the creature to cry out in pain. Another one, in silver, then locked onto his right, making him unable to move.
Yuune, blood looking unsightly on his perfect face, snarled. “Well now,” he leered, “you got some guts. We’ll have to fix that.” The cronies pulled him backward, exposing his stomach to the infuriated leader. Hokt’s eyes flashed red for a second, his face of apathy still worn.
Out of Hokt’s back sprang the web-like thread, stabbing the two MODs who clung to him. In a cry of pain, they released their grip, and he made his move. He back flipped over the two, and shoved them into Yuune, releasing the threads. Rend bashed their heads on the tiled flooring, to knock them out. He then proceeded to kick Yuune in the stomach, forcing him to heave what he’d just eaten, and leaving him short-breathed.
Rend smirked, happy with his work. “Nice playing with you,” he laughed, leaving them in their puddle of vomit.