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11-18-2016, 07:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2016, 08:00 AM by Albrecht.
Edit Reason: Forgot my poem!
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His mimicry of the turkeys display is clearly jovial, both ears relax and forward, a lopsided grin firmly in place as he bobs his head and shakes out the long auburn strands of his beard, and maybe in horse-speak it is clear, but poultry aren't especially known for their intelligence nor for their grasp of foreign languages. The nearest gobbler turns, an angry rawwwwww swelling from somewhere deep in his throat, vehement enough to set his wattle to shaking. Each individual feather of his tail display spreads and stiffens, making an enormous fan of earthy browns, whites, and reds while the smaller feathers of his body fluff out to create the illusion of his growing several sizes larger in the few seconds it takes him to focus on this newly perceived rival. The stallion freezes.
'Now you've done it.' His companion wails. The pythons instincts had sent him ducking back into the safety of his scarf the moment the turkey had cocked its head, turning one pupilless shark-eye toward him. Snakes don't play with birds, that's what his instincts had said. They're all sharp beaks and sharp feet and death from above style executions. He huddles forlornly against the stallions chest, mentally urging him to put those freakishly long legs of his to use. Lucky for the pair of them, a sudden whooping and commotion of sound and movement breaks out along one side of the flock, rapidly moving inward. Startled, the gobbler turns, and the stallion bounds away with much more respect for the lower tiers of the food chain than he'd woken with this morning.
The foxes reclaim their orb and set their task, but the stallion has seen this play before. He knows that his presence is all that's really required, not any actual effort or pivotal role in proceedings, so he lumbers along near the rear of the now galloping flock, breathing easy and simply enjoying the feel of his long stride under the power of his slowly strengthening muscles. This at least he can enjoy.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Poem courtesy of Strom:
Demon turkey, beaks and claws,
Won't find me inside your jaws.
Demon turkey, shark eyed joe,
The foxes come, now won't you go?
Seeking :: [ Magic: LightxSpark (U) | Ability to compel others to follow his order by stimulating pleasure centers of brain inducing adoration. ]
One prior refusal Here
'Now you've done it.' His companion wails. The pythons instincts had sent him ducking back into the safety of his scarf the moment the turkey had cocked its head, turning one pupilless shark-eye toward him. Snakes don't play with birds, that's what his instincts had said. They're all sharp beaks and sharp feet and death from above style executions. He huddles forlornly against the stallions chest, mentally urging him to put those freakishly long legs of his to use. Lucky for the pair of them, a sudden whooping and commotion of sound and movement breaks out along one side of the flock, rapidly moving inward. Startled, the gobbler turns, and the stallion bounds away with much more respect for the lower tiers of the food chain than he'd woken with this morning.
The foxes reclaim their orb and set their task, but the stallion has seen this play before. He knows that his presence is all that's really required, not any actual effort or pivotal role in proceedings, so he lumbers along near the rear of the now galloping flock, breathing easy and simply enjoying the feel of his long stride under the power of his slowly strengthening muscles. This at least he can enjoy.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Poem courtesy of Strom:
Demon turkey, beaks and claws,
Won't find me inside your jaws.
Demon turkey, shark eyed joe,
The foxes come, now won't you go?
Seeking :: [ Magic: LightxSpark (U) | Ability to compel others to follow his order by stimulating pleasure centers of brain inducing adoration. ]
One prior refusal Here
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