06-25-2018, 03:46 PM
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☀ ALPHA [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]x[/abbr] ROGUE ☀
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Facing the doberman that had blocked his path, Alpha was met with a spine-tingling gaze from the other creature facing him. However, he wasn't afraid of the doberman, he was only suddenly alerted by his appearance in the darkness of the night with only the moon and the stars to illuminate his path. He could feel his blood pump through his veins again.
"I'm glad you asked. My name is 9A. Please, call me Alpha. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
His plasma horns glowed against his face, embellishing his visage with a menacing orange glow. No need to be hostile to whoever this is. It wouldn't be very grand to have to shed blood here. Tasting the air, he realized the doberman had the scent similar to the ones coming from the gate's entrance. He smirked slowly, his friendly facade taking form over his thoughts as he began to speak to Pincher, his heavy posh accent echoing across the night sky.
"Say, you must be from this... what did you call it... Typhoon? I apologize for trespassing onto your territory ... I'm looking for a place to stay. You see, my old home was destroyed. Tragic, right?" He tilted his head, still holding his blank-faced smirk, dull-emerald eyes shining in the moonlight. Indeed it was, for them, at least. His talons scraped the moist sandbar beneath him, itching to kill anything that moved. "I'm looking for a place to get 'back up on my feet,' so to speak, and your little Typhoon here happened to be just the perfect spot. What gorgeous atmosphere." As gorgeous as the night sky would allow him to see.
Alpha had no interest in making friends.
"I'd be a valuable asset to whatever defenses you need. I'm the best..." He hesitated, realizing what he had been beginning to say. Easy there, 9A. Don't brag about your skills [b]just yet. Nobody likes a brag. He cleared his throat, tail lashing about behind him as he changed his wordings in an attempt to seem humble. "I'm quite skilled in combat, yet I still have a lot of learning to do." Learning about combat. Disgusting. It's as if he wasn't born to do it. What choice did he have, though? If anything, a few good sparring sessions will get his blood pumping and give him a decent high off of the battle. "If you'll have me, I'd be an excellent addition to your clan."
"I'm glad you asked. My name is 9A. Please, call me Alpha. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
His plasma horns glowed against his face, embellishing his visage with a menacing orange glow. No need to be hostile to whoever this is. It wouldn't be very grand to have to shed blood here. Tasting the air, he realized the doberman had the scent similar to the ones coming from the gate's entrance. He smirked slowly, his friendly facade taking form over his thoughts as he began to speak to Pincher, his heavy posh accent echoing across the night sky.
"Say, you must be from this... what did you call it... Typhoon? I apologize for trespassing onto your territory ... I'm looking for a place to stay. You see, my old home was destroyed. Tragic, right?" He tilted his head, still holding his blank-faced smirk, dull-emerald eyes shining in the moonlight. Indeed it was, for them, at least. His talons scraped the moist sandbar beneath him, itching to kill anything that moved. "I'm looking for a place to get 'back up on my feet,' so to speak, and your little Typhoon here happened to be just the perfect spot. What gorgeous atmosphere." As gorgeous as the night sky would allow him to see.
Alpha had no interest in making friends.
"I'd be a valuable asset to whatever defenses you need. I'm the best..." He hesitated, realizing what he had been beginning to say. Easy there, 9A. Don't brag about your skills [b]just yet. Nobody likes a brag. He cleared his throat, tail lashing about behind him as he changed his wordings in an attempt to seem humble. "I'm quite skilled in combat, yet I still have a lot of learning to do." Learning about combat. Disgusting. It's as if he wasn't born to do it. What choice did he have, though? If anything, a few good sparring sessions will get his blood pumping and give him a decent high off of the battle. "If you'll have me, I'd be an excellent addition to your clan."