[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] Outside Viridian Forest || Late Afternoon "...For now..."
Whilst Crane was pleased the standoffish Scyther had adhered to his wishes, lowering his threatening stance to skulk away, his words unnerved him. Why? He didn’t know. Of course, his appearance might suggest an extent of hostility, but the Fearow had never deemed himself dangerous, something to fear. In fact he’d always implored battle. He was a strategist, always had been. He could teach someone how to battle with a bat of an eyelid, but cowardice and a fear of pain kept him firmly out of the action. Watching the insect wander off to assist an Abra, the bird was feeling increasingly uncomfortable left aside the prying Zoroark. But things could always get worse."OHMYGOD YOU WERE REVIVED BY HO-OH!"
The strange bug-like mutt had literally leapt into his vision, its six legs propelling it into the bird’s line of sight. Starting, Crane took a wobbly step back, stumbling with his gangly form as he sought balance in the form of an extended, bony wing. “Erm…”
Looking to the awed creature, a wavering smile on his beak as his natural awkwardness overcame an initially intimidating demeanour, Crane was thankful the canine was distracted by a female companion of equal rarity. He’d never seen such exotic species before, especially the canines he could only speculate were relatives to the Eevee family – and particularly different. Whilst the green pup seemed innocent enough, albeit a little unsettling, the steel-type was doubtful of his admittance, cynical in her attitude."Arceus, what's the big deal? Who cares if he was revived by some legendary bird, fuck, we don't even know if he's telling the truth,"
Crane, the ferocious aching of his head gradually dissipating, looked more upset than anything at the Oreon’s words. “I… I-I wouldn’t lie…”
He muttered softly, kindly voice drowned out by Luzige’s own defence. Whilst the bug-type had a certain inelegance about him, the avian was at least pleased he hadn’t an argument before him already. It seemed that for now, at least, the group had accepted him. Smiling to himself, his single eye fell to the Scyther and Abra, confusion reminding him to consult the mantis-creature further. Whoever he was, that creature knew something more and Crane intended to find out exactly what. But he was patient. The Scyther seemed as shaken as he, best to let him cool off first.
Loki had been watching the newcomer’s actions like a hawk. Ice cold eyes didn’t miss a movement; each minute shift in his expression, every flex of his lacking muscles were all stored away by the scheming fox. This bird was a strange sort. He was so eloquent and yet so foul
. There was an awkward air about him, and yet a refinement past the initial horror of his appearance. But there was something more. Utter bewilderment. He truly had no idea. The expression the bird had worn at Skoll’s quieted words was enough confirmation for the Zoroark that his revival was only the start of his bafflement."Time to go, love-birds."
Turning his slender head at Ari’s blunt words, Loki, dismissing his earlier observations of the Fearow, flashed a crooked smile. “Of course,”
He purred, attention diverted over her shoulder to stare hard at Skoll assisting Kenna onto his back. Sleeping Beauty seemed a bit overwhelmed as of late – her eyes closings just as his piercing gaze sought them. Rest while you can…
His smirk, still dancing across a slender maw, was directed to Skoll until Ricochet intercepted his line of vision. By the time she’d moved, joining the duo, Loki had turned back to Crane. “I take it you’ll be joining us?”“W-Well… Uh… I…”
The Fearow stuttered uneasily, taken back at the sudden question. Well, yes, he did want to join them – but would they want him
. Fortunately, the shiny seemed to have made up his mind for him.“I’ll take that as a yes,”
He grinned, a short chuckle accompanying his words. Crane, beak agape, looked uncomfortably to the frowning Archeops, worried she might snap his wing in half hadn’t she included him in the invitation to leave. “Come on,”
Before he could protest any further, the Zoroark had nudged his wing – currently acting as a third leg – making him stumble forward, struggling to regain balance. Fortunately, he did so before his face hit the ground, though a frown marred his once feeble expression.
Loki merely smiled.
Watching the illusion-fox stalk on ahead, the canine looking back every now and then, Crane emitted a deep exhale before finding his feet again. Resorting to using the bony tips of his wings as an extra pair of legs, the giant bird slowly and rather poorly followed the main group. All his concentration bestowed to movement, the loss of an eye also proving a problem in terms of where the trees laid, the Fearow’s discomfort heightened as the shiny Zoroark fell to walk alongside him; blue, prying eyes glued to him.