“Yeah, your father close to my mother back then. She tends to keep an eye on everyone.
Creepy.
Gave me a wack on the back of the head when she found out that I’ve attacked you.
She’s scarier than father.”
And boy did he savor in that head pat.
Not every day that he gets praised by his old man.
“Are we only going to be talking about hunting? Not that I would like to complain but—I mostly wanted to know you better.
If that makes sense.
Sorry but, I hardly saw you.”
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❝ can’t rely too much on arrows anyways , takes a moment too soon to draw it . those sharp talons are your best options . especially if you can get high , and blind em with the sun or shadows . ❞
crouching down . patting the others head . trying to be fatherly .
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“I’m too young for arrows—I do have these daggers that are tucked into my wings.”
He was going to show them off but first, talons.
“Yes—Yes, Sir! I could hunt decently! No one could hear me coming while in the air and the talons are always sharp.”
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❝ you’ve got a big mouth , like yer daddy . but doesn’t mean i’m gonna let that slide , so , chump , know how to hunt .ᐣ and no , not with some arrows .
i’m talking about pinning em down and clawing their head off . easier for you , since you got claws . ❞
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Not even she told him where she was headed?
Might had to get away for a while.
“Heh, hopefully. . Mentioned that you have to actually parent for once.
Not leave me floating in a pond.”
He itched his wing where feathers were noticeably missing. Bloodied too with a bite >>
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❝ .. hey uh , squirt —— you grew a little . she’s probably hunting , finding twigs or - god i hope it’s finding twigs . ❞
if he heard those inner thoughts , he’d smack his kid upside the head . he’s madly in love with her , may he know .
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@ViciousCroak
“Sir—Mother said that you have me for the day. . Actually, until she comes back.
She didn’t really say when.”
He doesn’t blame her if she even returns.
“Of course—I’m not going to eat you.
I don’t know where you’ve been.”
He’d dusted off his wings with a disgusted face. It was bad enough that he got tongued.
Ew.
“You’ve been sheltered too much and I didn’t know that you were on my level.
Still not—But, you’ll get there”
He pulled back his tongue into his mouth. There was a lot of dirt that got in as he tries to rub it off.
Bluh—
" Rivals? Is this why you was acting like a punk? "
Ew.
Grabbing onto his tongue, he’d pulled out his dagger from his wing and readied it against their tongue.
“Making sure I got a decent rival—Don’t want a pipsqueak to follow me around.”
Another bitter croak as he looked at Oma o leg before using his long tongue to flip him and slam him on the ground.
Now he has the upper hand.
" Yeah. What about it. . .? "
He’d picked him up and slammed him more into the ground.
He had the upper hand here—er, wing.
“Don’t test me, Nereus. . Word has it that you’d been training. I guess those had been false.”
He croaks in pain as he struggles to keep both of his eyes open. He definitely has his mother's eyes and rage.
In response, the frog spit at the bird face.
" Is that all you got—? "
He actually managed to take a good chunk off from his wing—His mother isn’t going to happy about this.
“Ass—You didn’t have to be that serious!”
Shaking off the loose feathers and blood, he’d clasped his talons around the kid’s body and squeezed.
“You’ve messed up!”