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(So like funny thing, my mother was going to surprise me with a new laptop for Christmas... the week after she ordered it I picked out the one I wanted but she couldn't cancel the order so I have a new Lenovo instead of the Microsoft Surface Pro I wanted AND the Lenovo's not exactly as advertised. Runs 1.8ghz instead of what they SAID it would - 2.7. So I MIGHT return it and get the surface pro OR be appreciative that I don't have to use this piece of shit and wait for my birthday(May) to get the one I wanted, I don't know x3) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Glory giggled and said," I dunno, either Bad or Don." She could not even IMAGINE calling him - blegh - Don. It did NOT fit whatsoever. "Come on, Ping and Pong are GREAT names," She said, then grinned proudly, "I know." That was the goal, so mission accomplished. - "Well true, but a lobotomy would be better AND make more sense," Glory argued, wrinkling her nose. That honestly sounded pretty damn good. Go ahead doc, poke around in my brain and see if it fixes me. Might just need new sparkplugs or something. Or, better yet, just total this piece of shit and I'll just get a new one. Thanks. - (lol real xD I have one sketchbook that I believe is cursed, everything turns out like shit when my other one's just perfect every time I don't know why💀) "Did not," Glory huffed. "Well batteries get drained too, and they're not alive. I'd THINK aliens run out of energy," She retorted with a snort. She nuzzled the side of his neck as he flopped down and mumbled, "I think you're the one that needs to sleep." Glory would do okay for a few hours- her body would be fighting with her on the idea of sleeping at night anyway since it thought that nighttime was active time. Which it SHOULD be, but noooo. Most actual humans SLEEP at night, so Glory had to too if she was to pretend to be normal. "No, you won't. I won't be able to fall asleep anyway, you take the early morning watch," She countered. That made more sense. Once the sun started to come up a little she'd be fine, it was just at the height of darkness that her body whined and argued about having to sleep. Much like Glory herself, but nighttime was the BEST time for being awake. (Kinda short, we're leaving for yet another 4hr road trip tomorrow and I gotta get ready Dx) |
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Oop xD that seems like fun 0-o) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "Oh GOD, please do NOT call me DON. BLEAUGHCH." (I've officially forgiven my autocorrect for all its past crimes. I was just going to wrote BLEGH for the last thing, but since I have been more creative than that before, it remembered, and before I even wrote the B, it suggested BLEAUGHCH. Amazing) He groaned, shuddering. That would be HORRID. That just sounded so wrong. "For what!? Ducks?" He snorted. - "I guess it's a good thing I don't see it very necessary to get rid of those disturbing images in my mind." He smiled faintly. "As long as I can think of them in horror and remember you, I guess it's worth it." Leo finished with a joking tone. He may suffer for the crimes she hath committed, but that didn't matter. It reminded him of The Chicken In Black (Johnny Cash). That was a good song. - (I want a sketchbook where everything is perfect -sobs- that'd make my life so much better. I'm the champion of abstract art because if I don't know what the hell I'm drawing it doesn't MATTER because it's ABSTRACT. If it was originally supposed to be a donkey and someone says it looks like an axolotl, I'm going to agree with them! Say it's an axolotl! Because it can be xD) "I watched you." Leo rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, make exuses." He chuckled, looking mildly amused in a tired way. "Me? Tired? Never." He responded, wrinkling his snout slightly. He didn't WANT to be tired. And he didn't trust her at ALL that she'd actually wake him up when it came time. Plus, he wasn't looking forward to sleeping in the first place. Every second he'd been asleep in the past 4 weeks had been absolute hell. That's why he was healing so slowly- he was avoiding sleep. That's ALSO why he was way more tired than he should be at the moment. He frowned slightly at her insistent words. He knew she probably wouldn't be able to get to sleep, but it didn't make him feel any better about it. "If you don't wake me up for my watch, I WILL burn your tail." He grumbled quietly. Idle threat. He would never. Maybe he could give her something that would make her talk in a higher pitched voice or some shit that like. Payback. He glanced around before sighing quietly. "Fine." Leo finally relented, settling his head between his talons and blowing out a puff of huffy smoke. "Only because you asked so nicely." He added in a sarcastic tone. She had been anything but 'nice', but that wasn't the point. He closed his golden eyes and started the attempts to fall asleep, hoping that his exhaustion would drag him under, though he was simultaneously hoping he wouldn't be able to get to sleep. - (That's fine, mine is pretty short too. Good luck lol) |
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(Delightful. Also turns out it's slower than a snail in molasses - imagine that - so it doesn't suit my needs, like, at all, so probably returning it xD The hinges are nice and sturdy tho. That's the main thing I like about it xD It's smaller than the old one and the screen has a weird tint, looks like a shitty photo of a TV, I dunno lmao) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "I won't. I'll call you Spike first," Glory snickered. Honestly, he'd have to fuck up big time to warrent being passive agressively called Don or Spike. (lol nice. Mine's still not forgiven, and never will be xD) "Hey, Ping and Pong would make GREAT ducks," She huffed. Time to get some ducks, she supposed. - "Oh, so that's the most memorable thing about me?" She asked teasingly. No, the most memorable was... well a lot of people got killed, so they didn't remember Glory, and the ones that didn't die wound up with head trauma bad enough they forgot her entirely, so it was hard to name the most memorable trait. - (lmao real xD There's this one guy on YT who I LOVE because his art sucks, but intentionally. It's great xD I'll have to find him for ya :3) "Oh and now he's watching me all the time, great," Glory huffed with mock exasperation, trying her hide her amusement. "Yes, I will make excuses, thanks," She retorted. "Nuh-uh, you're an earthling. Of course you get tired every now and then," She said pointedly. Glory may not be an earthling, but she also happened to tire sometimes, so she'd wake him when it was light enough to sleep but not too light that she'd sleep through most the morning. Would that make it late at night or very early in the morning? "I do better with positive reinforcements, but for the sake of my tail, fine. I'll wake you up at 2," She offered. If it was about... ohhh, 9, maybe 10pm now, that was 4 or 5 hours for Leo. If Glory slept from 2-7am - optimal sleeping hours for someone who desperately needs to be nocturnal but can't be - that was about equal. And there'd by less time taken from actually sleeping by trying to fall asleep. "Good," Glory said, "You need to sleep." She settled in for a few hours of doing very little - knock on wood; doing nothing was good - and so did Lucy, who'd wandered over and lain down next to Glory and Leo like a little security guard. Some time later, the sun was painting a murky graey strip across the eastern horizon, the sun itself still a ways away from actually coming up. Glory nudged Leo awake gently, and Lucy lifted her head breifly, thinking they were going somewhere, before realizing with some disappointment that they weren't. "G'morning sleeping beauty," She murmured, "told you I'd wake you." With that, she lowered her head to the ground and succumbed to sleep, since apparently the sun wasn't a wake-up call, but the opposite. - (Thanks, Imma need it xD Christmas round 3, this time with stepdad's family >.< My uncles are cool, but my grandparents are self-righteous yappers who talk over everyone and dominate conversations lmfao) |
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(I love how your positive look is that the hinges work well xD. Now I really feel bad for you) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "You're evil." Leo whined, wrinkling his nose. "But, honestly, Spike is still better than DON. Eugh." He shook his head. He'd have to really fluff up to be called that. Hopefully. "Uh huh. Whatever you say, darlin'." He drawled with a slight chuckle. Ducks... yes. Ping and Pong. He had a feeling if he ended up making any more animals, they would have some... UNIQUE names. Not unique like Axl, or Mori. Unique like Ping or Pong. - "Ehhh. Mentally scarring things that have been branded into my mind permanently do tend to leave a mark." He pointed out. "But I suppose if I forgot everything but one thing about you, it'd be that no matter what, whether it's through a sarcastic comment, a funny saying, a dirty joke, or whatever means you're using, you always seem to be able to make me smile." No matter what she was saying, no matter how horrible it was, it always ended up being funny. For 98 percent of the things she uttered. - (I wish my art sucked intentionally xD. And yeh, find him for me, minion lmao) "You were standing RIGHT in FRONT OF ME." Leo pointed out with a huff. "Excuses are just veiled lies." He sniffed. "It was sarcasm, Einstein." He rolled his eyes in amusement. "That seems fair." It didn't take more than a couple seconds to figure that'd be pretty even. Well, if they both got to sleep right away, which was unlikely for him... but pfft. Details, details. At least they would get some sleep, if only a couple hours. "I know I need to sleep." He replied with a hearty sigh. That didn't mean he WANTED to. Or that he could. After about an hour of lying there, completely still, barely twitching a muscle, he finally drifted into sleep. Nightmare plagued sleep, sure, but still... sleep. You'd think that after 4 weeks of this, he'd kinda get used to it, but he never did. He still wanted and tried to shred the Corrupted that killed Glory every damn time, and he still couldn't. It was infuriating. When Glory did nudge him, he awoke immediately, having been in a very shallow, fitful sleep. At that point, his mind had been wrung of almost all the terror it could, so he was more exhaustedly feeling horrible when Glory died instead of being absolutely terrified and panicked, but it still sucked. He flinched slightly and pried his eyes open, shaking his head slightly, as an attempt to clear it. Oh, how he hated sleep. "Feels more like sleeping terror, but sure." He mumbled quietly, vision feeling blurry as he forced himself awake. Leo fully woke up within about 20 minutes, his gaze still narrowed as he did an initial assessment of the clearing. His wings twitched slightly, but he tried to stay as still as possible. Hours passed like days, with him occasionally getting startled by a loud bird or a rabbit darting across the clearing. When the sun lifted and he wagered it was around 9, he nudged Glory with his wing, pushing himself up and away from her. He felt like an absolutely ANCIENT person as every joint protested and all his wounds cried in pain, but he ignored it.. mostly.. and limped to the water, dipping his maw in to drink. After he did, he lifted his head, Jaws flying out and snapping around a rabbit that ran too close. He was damn sick of them taunted him. He dropped it by Glory. "Not as delightfully delicious breakfast as Last time, but want it?" He asked, planning on trying to find a deer to share along the way so he didn't absolutely starve. This meager rabbit wouldn't do much for him, and since he had been feeling sick yesterday, he hadn't eaten anything. - (Double good luck lol. That sounds hectic. I only have one family to have Christmas with, cause my mom's family SUCKS. Like, we're talking narcissistic sociopaths, drug addicts, alcohol addicts, horrible people in general. Anyway, you have my condolences xD) |
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(lmfao well the old one's hinges were ASS. Like really wobbly and scared me that they were gonna break >.< Pfft I pity the fool too, but it's not all bad. At least I don't have to plug it in at 80% like said old one 🙃) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Thank you," Glory said, grinning. "I know. It reminds me of that dumbass christmas song - don we now our gay apparel," She snorted. Don was a verb - to put something on - not a name. You wouldn't name your kid Run, Jump, Hop, Skip, or Fly, would you? Didn't think so. "Well if that's the case... can we go buy some ducks?" She asked with all the innocent excitement of a small child going to a pet store. Because really, who WOULDN'T want a pair of pet ducks named Ping and Pong? - "Aww, so you DO enjoy my dirty jokes," Glory said, smirking, "even though I thought they'd be grouped with the mentally scarring things." Maybe it wasn't that Glory was utterly terrifying, or downright intimidating, or too intense for most people, it was just that her raunchy jokes had yet to reach the right audience. That wasn't a room full of perverts. - (Lol I will in the morning, google wants my phone number to verify my account since I'm logging into YT with different wifi and my phone's dead🤦♀️) "But was I really, or were you just imagining I was?" Glory countered in the voice of a psychic trying to convince someone who paid too much that they were telekinetic but only when Mars and Mercury lined up just right. "Nooo, excuses are just a lack of accountability," She snorted. Not like that was any better. "Oh, well sor-RY us aliens don't understand your sarcasm perfectly every time," Glory retorted with an eye roll. "Good, because evil as I may be I DO try to keep us both functioning," She snorted. That was all one could do- there was no getting - or keeping - either of them healthy, so functioning would have to do. "Well, at least you acknowledge it," She said, sounding amused in a tired sort of way. Sleep was overrated anyway, who needed that shit? Only lazy bastards, that's who. "Sleeping terror, huh?" She asked when Leo awoke. She waited for him to wake up fully before falling asleep, and when she did, it was that heavy, exhausted sleep that hit you like a brick and was deep and dreamless, almost to the point of feeling drug-induced. It wasn't entirely unwelcomed, though. No dreams were good dreams. When she felt Leo, her source of heat and comfort, leave, she woke up enough to whine in his general direction, "NooOoo, get your ass back here." Glory didn't bother getting up until he came back, the prospect of food, however meager it may be, was too tempting. "Mm, it's far better than nothing, thank you," She said, snapping up the recently deceased rabbit. It was almost more fluff than meat, but still, something for her stomach to digest that wasn't itself. - (It was actually better than I thought it'd be! I DID have fart spray, so that was fucking hilarious xD Sounds like most of my family lmfao. 4 legal parents but only one good side of the family- everyone's either dead or ought to be x'D) |
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Well I'm glad it's not all bad xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo wrinkled his nose. "Who would name their child a verb?" He asked, shaking his head. Someone evil. Someone whom did not deserve to have said child. He looked at her with a snort, making a face. "If you want to go buy some smelly ducks and name them Ping and Pong, have at it. They're only cute when they're ducklings, though." He grumbled. He didn't have anything against HER getting ducks, but he didn't want to have to deal with them. He had to feed them for 10 years, and that was enough damn ducks for a lifetime. They smelled horrid. - "That's NOT necessarily what I said. They are still very mentally scarring!" He protested. "However, my mentally scarred brain is so mentally scarred that it is starting to find the mentally scarring things funny." That was his defense. And only some of them were funny. Harder than a pedophile at a preschool- that was an absolute nightmare that he wished would leave the residence it had created in his mind. When kids came into it, he went out. - (Ah, the joys of electronics lol) Leo gave her a blank stare. "No, no you really yawned. I could've counted each of your teeth. It was a big yawn. I distinctly remember." He replied airily. He was not giving her that one. Especially when her defensive route was practically becoming a psychic. Except one that didn't know what the hell they were doing. "You're making this worse for yourself." He chuckled. That just meant she was admitting to her lack of accountability. "I thought you were the ruler of sarcasm? Why did you fail to see mine?" He asked with an innocent smile. "You do NOT try to keep yourself functioning. Since WHEN. You're the type of person that wouldn't dislocate their thumb to get out of handcuffs, they'd just cut off their whole hand and ask someone to sew it back on." He scoffed. He had actually done that Many times- the dislocating the thumb. Sometimes he was a bit aggressive and he broke it. That was never fun. But he usually got out of the handcuffs, depending on how tight they were. "That is what I said." He replied quietly. "NooOoo, I will not." Leo whined back, tramping back to give her the bird and sitting down with a huff. "They were annoying me. One almost ran over my nose." He stated with an indignant look, his spikes flaring up slightly. "I had to show them who was in charge in this clearing at the moment." After a moment, he stood and stalked into the woods, disappearing with a flick of his tail, sniffing the air. This place was teeming with wildlife, and he was sure he could find something bigger before they had to go. His wingspan was too big to fly through here, as he was very much made for mountains, so he walked, claws squishing silently into the earth. His head turned back and forth and his eyes scanned the underground, ears twitching at every little noise. After a couple minutes, he smelled deer. Slowing down some more, he stalked forward towards the sound, trying to make as little noise as possible when he couldn't put weight on two of his legs. In a tiny clearing ahead, a small herd of deer stood- two does, one fawn, and a buck. He stopped at the very outside of the clearing, watching, waiting for the right moment. Then, every inch of his poor beat up body protesting, his back leg almost buckling and giving way, he launched forward and his Jaws closed around the buck's neck. The other deer were scrambling to flee, but he didn't bother them. He released the neck and slit the throat with his claws, looking pleased. More pleased that his leg didn't give way, really... details details. Since his limbs weren't really faring well, he clutched the bucks neck in his Jaws and dragged it back to the clearing, wincing as each step sent angry pain through his back leg. He knew he didn't really have to drag it too much, but the damn thing must've weighed 250, he was tired, it was big, his neck wasn't up for it, and he wasn't flying. He pulled it into the clearing and released it by the stream, spitting out clumps of deer fur. "Blech. Breakfast." He stated, dipping his razor sharp claws in the stream and letting it wash off the blood. Leo then tore off a leg of the deer and retreated a couple feet away to eat it. - (Oh that's good xD) |
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(Exactly! Just mostly bad xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "A dicktionary," Glory snickered. Then again, with names like Clint and Chlydia going around, a better answer would probably be Gen Z parents. "Well what if we got ducklings and then when they got big and ugly, we eat them? Cook would like some fresh duck," She offered. Glory wouldn't have TOO much of an issue slaughtering an animal she'd raised. She might feel a LITTLE bad and pity the fool, but still, the idea of roast duck for dinner sounded better than nasty pets. - "Ah, so you're getting used to my humor," She said, grinning. Not many stuck around long enough to appreciate Glory's terrible jokes, and she still said some shit that made Flash stop whatever he was doing and give her a confused, slightly disappointed look. - (Yeah T-T Oh AND there's no cell signal at my house, you have to eithe tromp all the way up the driveway to the road, or use the starlink[literally the ONLY wifi that works here xD] and my phone refuses to Dx) "And I distincly remember a dream I had in which I was hunting ghosts and accidentally blew up a little green thing because it looked weird," Glory sniffed. That was a WEIRD frigging dream, and the little green thing looked like a puddle of neon Jell-o with a face, and it CHIRPED at her, so Glory did the only logical thing, even though she wasn't SUPPOSED to kill on sight. Then she woke up. "Oh wheesht," Glory huffed. "I know MY sarcasm, and I TOO was being sarcastic," She retorted with an eyeroll. "Hey, do what you gotta do. If they can be sewn on without any nerve damage, then fuck yeah I'm cutting my meat spiders off," She snorted. She had too many words for hands - meat spiders, shit hooks, octopodes with bones, flesh forks, peeker pokers. "Ye-es, you will. I WAS warm, now I'm NOT," She whined right back. "Oh fuck the rabbit, your nose is FINE." No, DON'T fuck rabbits, they won't like it. As he left, Glory groaned and decided it was time to get up. With a grunt, she forced herself up and stretched like a clumsy, tired, old cat. Every joint seemed to creak and crackle like an old rusty hinge threatening to break as she limped over to the creek and drank slowly. Lucy stayed with her instead of following Leo, and she looked like she hadn't spent most of the day before running. The dog did abandon Glory, however, when Leo came back, and she started gnawing on a front leg. Glory made her way over, her gait uneven and totally lacking the cat-like way she usually carried herself, and she robbed the carcass of another of its legs, leaving the rest for the dog. For now. She settled down a little ways away, gnawing happily. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Leo grinned at her word, nodding his agreement. "Sounds about right." She was good at thinking up those sorts of words impromptu. Apparently not so for names- Ping and Pong?- however. "That sounds like a MUCH better idea. I do like a good roast duck." He replied. "Stuff it with bacon and fry it in bacon grease and you have yourself a heaven sent meal." He wouldn't give a rats ass if they killed an animal named PING. Or PONG. Especially a duck. (This is honestly true, we have a bird farm and we got ducks as babies, named them, and ate them a couple years later xD. Not because they were meat ducks. Because we were sick of paying for their food so we decided to make them feed us for a change) - "Sadly." He sighed, a long, keening sound. A dramatic wheezing sigh. The kind people would put in books, but no normal person actually did. Her jokes were, admittedly, funny, at the right time, with the right people. The problem being that those circumstances never seemed to line up. - (Wowwwww. I honestly feel really bad for you xD. That sounds like an absolute nightmare) "Did it look like the Muncher? Nevermind, that doesn't matter." He shook his head, then gave her a glare. "You yawned. Period. End of discussion." He looked indignant at her words, turning up his snout with a sniff. "Details details." He grumbled. "They CANNOT be sewn on without nerve damage." He huffed. "They will FALL OFF a day after and NEVER WORK AGAIN." She should not cut her hands off when she could just dislocate her thumb. That seemed simple to him. It was like having an easy path and a hard path and they both led to the same exact place but you chose the hard path for fun. It made no sense. "Too bad, and my nose is NOT FINE." He wrinkled his snout. "My beautifully scarred snout almost got ran over." Leo whimpered pitifully, tapping his muzzle with a claw above where the long wound was. He was very much enjoying the deer leg, as it was venison, and something to fill his belly. Any meat would do, but venison was his second favorite if not favorite. The tenderloins... it gave him the shivers just thinking about it. That taste was unlike anything in the world. He picked the last bits of meat offa da bone and crunched it between his claws. "Snap, crackle and pop." He said cheerfully, deciding he needed at least one tenderloin before he was done. With careful, practiced precision, he broke the spine in the neck and slit the skin downwards, claws separating meat and bone with ease. When he had a good chunk of meat, he wolfed it down with a look of appreciation. Now that he was slightly more full and feeling less sick, he stretched out his wings and dipped them in the stream, washing off any dried blood that lingered. He did the same with his tail, then sat down and curled his tail around his front talons. "Are we ready?" Leo asked, glancing at the dog before looking back at Glory. He shook the water off of his wings and tucked them in close to him, head tilted slightly as he watched her attentively and waited for a response. |
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Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "True, but you've also got a heart attack on a plate right there," Glory said with a chuckle. Roast duck stuffed with bacon and slathered in bacon grease? There was enough fat to smother an elaphant right there. (lmfao real xD I would be fine with that, but my mother could never lol) - (Yeah pity the fool xD I'll have you know, I wobbled my happy ass all the way up the driveway in the dark just to get a message from Google for you so I can access YT properly lmao) "The what now?" Glory asked, head cocked slightly. (surely not this thing o.O) "No no no, you don't get to decide the end of a discussion. It's SO easy to convince yourself that you saw something, so there's no evidence I really DID yawn," She sniffed indignantly. "Sounds good to me, where do I sign?" She asked, grinning wolfishly. She DEFINITELY was the sort to pick the harder path just for shits n' giggles, because WHY the FUCK not? It's not like any choices you made in life made a difference in the end, you died eventually, so why not make it memorable? Do whatever you want, life is short. Especially in Glory and Leo's case. "NO! Not too bad, your snout will be FINE if some shitass rabbit patters over it. I WON'T be fine if I die of cold and lonliness," She lamented with utmost theatrics. The meat, however, quieted her up some. Not totally, mind you; Glory was never silent unless she was up to something, but less argumentative at least. "Mm, snap. crackle, and pop are no longer the elves that make my cereal, they're the sounds I make getting up," She mused. She was pretty well satisfied with breakfast, she wasn't built to eat a whole lot at once, and would probably throw up if she tried to eat any more, but the carcass was still tempting. "Oh, I think so," Glory said, getting up and stretching like a cat again before pushing off the ground in a slightly less sloppy take-off than the day before. Lucy immediately took off in the same northeast direction again, running at what Glory guessed to be not even full speed. The dog wove around things, but kept pressing onward like a guided missile, it was really quite impressive how good the dog's sense of direction was. Annoyingly, the sun was now in front of and slightly to the right of them, and it was just REALLY bothersome. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I'm gonna die soon anyway, so if I could die eating BACON and roast duck, I WILL." Leo scoffed. That seemed apparent. Live life to the fullest. This didn't mean make life more painful than necessary. - (I thank you dearly xD. Poor thing) - "The Muncher." He repeated with a slightly sad look towards her. "Ghostbusters?" He tried. "Please tell me you know what that is. Come on now. Don't disappoint me." (GOD NO, of course not! The Muncher from Ghostbusters. Iconic character. This guy) That would be MORE than disappointing, honestly. That would be heartbreaking. He loved Ghostbusters. Bill Murray was a legend. "Yes yes yes, I DO get to decide the end of discussion, and das ist now." He ignored anything else she said, humming to himself instead. Humming the particular song 'Blood On The Risers' or, more commonly known as 'Gory Gory What A Helluva Way To Die'. It was a military marching song, of which he knew many. The chorus went: Gory Gory what a helluva way to die with your rifle on your back, as you're falling through the sky. Gory Gory what a helluva way to die and ya ain't gonna jump no more. Technically it was about a rookie trooper that was jumping out of a plane for the first time. The ain't gonna jump no more part was very true, considering the very last verse had the line in it: he thought about the medics and he wondered what they'd find. It was an interesting song. (I swear, I find myself singing military marching songs walking down the aisle in Target- and I was mumbling this one to myself one day and I got the most horrified stare from this old lady who rushed off a second later. It was great xD) "Glory. You can live life to your fullest, but you should NOT hurt yourself ON PURPOSE just for kicks. That is IDIOTIC." He stated sternly, frowning at her. "You should make life memorable, but injuring yourself is not a good way to do that. Just imagine if you cut off your hand to get out of handcuffs, they couldn't sew it back on, you could never use double handed weapons again. Imagine what other consequences there would be." He huffed. "YOU CANNOT DIE OF LONLINESS I AM FIVE FEET AWAY AND CURRENTLY SPEAKING TO YOU." He snorted a spurt of fire, tiny curls of smoke rising from his nostrils as he shook his head at her. "They can be many sounds, usually pertaining to bones." He sniffed. Leo stood and shook out his wings, digging his back claws into the earth. He lifted his muzzle and felt the air for a moment before turning slightly and launching off, wings flaring open as he caught the wind. He did not go forward, but he did rise up very quickly, and that's what he wanted. He then flipped around and straightened himself, heading Glory's direction, wings beating to get up to speed. Once he was, he tilted right and left a little, then up and down, finally finding an airstream a little closer to the trees this time. He dipped into it, leveling out as he cruised along. He had always used more airstreams than actually flying, as it made the job much easier. He dipped his head to scan the trees, seeing Lucy flitting forward, easily keeping up. His eyes narrowed against the blinding sun. It would not be fun flying into that almost all day. |
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
