the creature alliance - semi advanced discussion

jax was propped up against the tree, sleeping soundly and relaxed. this was one of the few places he found to be relaxing and honestly? he enjoyed the peace of being able to sit in silence and peace. the brunette was hot, his skin tan but borderline sweaty as he slept. It was honestly the most attractive time to acknowledge him.

Jett had been running around trying to find him. For a while. He usually couldn’t hide from her, but he’d been getting better and better. Unfortunately. She was fast, really fast, but he was slicker than she was. More sly. She finally found him under the tree, skidding to a stop and dropping to the ground. She didn’t wake him just yet, just sat there and watched the peaceful rising and falling of his chest. Jax was rarely ever relaxed.

Jax's torso tensed at her presence, looking at her quickly. The male was silent, groggy from having the longest rest he's had in a while. "Hey, jett." He groaned, leaning back a moment before sitting up. "You found me, huh?" he smirked, poking her thigh.

“I did.” She grinned, crossing her legs, “You can’t hide from me anymore.” She said triumphantly, knowing that he very well could have hidden from her when they were kids. But she knew his tricks now, and all of his favorite spots.
“You could tell me where you’re going, y’know. I like to not have to worry about you.” Jett rambles, knowing that she’d worry anyways. She always worries about Jax, even if he tells her not to.

"it's easier to just have some time to myself and not bother you." Jax inhaled and shifted, hands finding her own. "Also, I don't sleep in your house. Sorry. Just literally impossible. I feel like I'm suffocating." He grinned.

“Because I’m a bunny?” Jett tilts her head, even though that was obviously the answer. She flops to the ground beside him, eyes big and dilated.
“I think if I was in the canine kingdom I would’ve been born like.. a Pomeranian or something. And those aren’t very cool. We would be able to hang out without getting weird looks from other people, though.”

"ew." Jax's nose wrinkled, eyes following her motions. "I like your scent. It's sweet. Canine's smell like...dirt." He smirked. "Anyways. I love you, no-one else." Shifting slightly he faced her. "I'm a wolf, not a dog. Same family different species."

“You’re whiny like a dog though.” Jett grins, bringing her knees to her chest. She liked teasing him, it was pretty funny.
“Love you too, Turbo.” She flips onto her back, releasing her legs and letting them spread onto the grass beneath them.

Humminbird was up on a large bruce tree, watching citizens pass by, while eating an ice cream sandwich and smiling with delight. "Things are sure busy today." He chuckled lightly before taking a bite. "However,'' he said in between bites, "I hope something fun comes my way. It's been a while since anything came up."
Well, he thought, something's coming up soon: the ball at the Feline Kingdom. He was invited to it, but secretly he dreaded to be there. Dancing was never his strong suit. He preferred bloodbaths.

((It's fine! We're writing at the same pace rn. I'm also watching something important))

Humminbird dismissed the man in armor as well. Perhaps the knight came from a long day at work? Humminbird chuckled slightly and thought to himself, I might as well leave him alone.
He took a bite of his sandwich, but some melted vanilla part dripped down, hitting on the man's chestplate.
"Whoops. Sorry." Humminbird smiled instantly and then continued on eating.

Humminbird placed his hand on his heart as if Asher offended him and gasped. "What do you mean? It is gravity that has the so-called problem: not me." He bit on his sandwich and spoke in between bites. "Now do you forgive me? And we best tone down that voice, my good sir. We don't want any unnecessary trouble, do we?" He smiled, amused.

Humminbird laughed at his face when he missed completely. "Oh, mister knight? I'm above a high tree branch, you see. And you dared to try and hit me?" Humminbird howled with more laughter. "My, my...you either stupid or drunk!"

((Oh, really? It's fine, bro))

Before the tree collapsed, Humminbird jumped off the branch and landed safely on his two feet. Humminbird looked at the fallen tree, then turned to follow Asher. He caught up to him easily--almost too easily-- with a big smile. "Forgive me for my actions, dear Knight. I can be a bit of a turd sometimes...perhaps I can offer you a drink in apology?"

"Well..." He shrugged theatrically, with his head tilted as he brought up his shoulders. "Just wanted to say sorry by buying you edibles. I have heard that consuming edibles can lower your stress levels, so why not give it a try? Here, I got a perfect idea," He clapped his hands together, "an ice cream!"

"Sure sound like it, pal." Humminbird skipped along, humming as he walked with the irritated man (which Humminbird indeed knew he was). "Say, I'm Darwin Humminbird. And you?" He asked in his childish tone of his.

A man bumped into Humminbird as he passed by. Both men said, "Sorry.'' and they moved on. Humminbird turned back to smile at Asher. "Well, I wanted your forgiveness, but being your friend ain't a bad idea--"
Behind them, a woman yelled, "He took my purse! Someone! Help!" Humminbird looked back and saw the same man in a cloak with a woman's purse. Instantly, Humminbird placed his hand on his pocket and found that his wallet was missing. Humminbird grinned cryptically. "My, my. He was a liar: he wasn't sorry."

Humminbird's grin twitched. "You just saw a man stole your pal and a woman's belongings in front of you, and yet you don't do nothing? Geez. And here I thought knights were kind and helpful." He shouted a bit on his last sentence when the distance between them grew more.

Before Asher could tie the cloaked man's hands, the man (who looked a bit feline) turned around and revealed a large dagger and tried to slash at Asher. Yet somehow, the cloaked man sort of missed, only scratching his armor.
"I could handle myself," Humminbird said as he walked up towards them with ease and a smile. "I just wanted to see if my dear friend cared about me."

The cloaked man was confused, but he after he realized Asher dropped down his guard, he went for the kill.
"Asher!" Humminbird grabbed Asher out of the way and took a deep cut to the arm, cutting off some piece of clothing and revealing Humminbird's...skin? Underneath the clothing was green snake scales, and Humminbird wasn't bleeding. "Can't you be more careful?" Humminbird asked, with a smile forced on his face.

"Least be grateful, bastard." Humminbird snarled, his face ugly and dark--but only for a second. He went into his smiley face again so instantly, you would've thought you'd imagine it. Humminbird would snatch his wallet and the woman's purse from the robber and then slice the robber with Asher's knife in the chest. The wound wasn't deep, but it didn't need to be. The robber ran away, scared.

''Call me Humminbird." He called out to Asher as he gave the purse back to it's owner, and then watched Asher leave, quiet. Humminbird thought, perhaps today WAS interesting.

((Yeah, we can end it here. And Merry Christmas, my good friend.))

Claude was wearing a simple pleated skirt and sweater, but he slightly regretted wearing the skirt, it was really cold today. He knew he would really prefer to be wearing a skirt, but Claude was still super cold. He sat down on a bench before his thoughts wandered to Carnation, he began to wonder when the next time they'd see him. They missed him. Claude began to just watch people, it was interesting to wonder what their life was like. There was one person who stuck out, he seemed different, but they weren't sure why. He seemed a bit basic, yet he stuck out. Claude wasn't sure if he was approaching, but it seemed as though he was. They distracted themself by thinking more about how much they missed Carnation. God, they couldn't wait to see him.

Zaine was in wolf form, his white long fur billowing in the wind. He turned into his human form, tugging at his jacket. It was cold, but it felt nice. He yawned. A noise caught his attention. Turning he saw another person.
"Hey?"

Claude was caught incredibly off-guard by this, he didn't really expect anybody to interact with him. "Oh, Hello," he said, his voice sounding a bit shakey, not out of fear, but because he just didn't expect to have to talk. He cleared his throat before continuing, "Uhm, how are you?" He found it a bit odd that somebody just approached him, he wasn't used to that, normally in public, the most just happened was a simple passing hello. His thoughts were racing to odd places, not something that normally happened, but it was fine.

"I'm fine. I thought I'd get to meet some people. Could you introduce me to people around here? Sorry, that's a stupid request," Zee laughed to himself. He tucked his thumbs in the front pockets of his black jeans. The wind billowed the collar of his button up red shirt which stuck up above his sweatshirt.

"Oh no! It isn't dumb!" He inhaled for a moment before continuing, "Well, I'm actually not from here, I live in the snake kingdom." He felt silly for not being able to tell them about anybody, but they shook their head, trying to prevent himself from feeling dumb. "But, I'm Claude!" He pats his head, slightly squishing his fluffy hair. Odd thoughts kept circling his mind, but he still tried his best to distract himself from them. Claude smiled, trying not to seem like too much of a mean person, but he wasn't sure if it was working. He felt like he was being off-putting.

"Oh.....okay. Well, sorry to bother you! Have a good day!" Zee turned around, and walked away looking for anyone else. He turned into wolf form, so he could cover ground faster.

"Oh-" Claude was confused, this person had left just as quick as he came. That was odd. Wait, this man dropped something. "Sir! You dropped your wallet!" Claude wasn't sure if he was in earshot, so he started to run after before realizing this person was actually in earshot and that was pointless. They slowed to a stop, already panting from running maybe at most 50 feet. He flattened his skirt, not because it was needed, but just because it was a simple habit. "I'm Claude, it's spelled like Claude, but it's pronounced Cloud." He realized after saying this, it wasn't really the best time to introduce himself, but it was fine.

"Oh, thanks." He took the wallet. "I'm Zaine. See you 'round?" Zaine stuffed his wallet in his pocket.

"I doubt it, I live in the snake kingdom." He felt stupid for everything he previously said, despite him saying nothing wrong, just simply saying things normally. He felt so silly, it was as if he said the most stupid thing ever. "Well, goodbye," He said as he shamefully walked away, similar to the way a kid would when being yelled at by their parents.

Zaine pulled his sweatshirt off, and tied it around his waist.
He hummed softly to himself, and walked around, looking for more people from around.

((that was short /lh))

(lol)

Anya strolled into the park. Normally she didn't care for the little things in life, but she had free time and had absolutely nothing to do. It was so utterly boring in the palace that she had gone to the park, and it certainly was as pointless as she'd thought it would be. Part of her regretted coming. Still, it was a good place to think. Anya walked to an empty bench, sitting and pondering over various things. The wind blew her ears and it felt quite nice. Anya wore a different outfit today, a red summer-y dress. She didn't have many of these outfits and rarely wore them, but Nora had made it for her, so she might as well put it to use for a day in the capital. Her wings were out, which wasn't something she liked, but no one she knew would be here, so it didn't matter. They needed to stretch, too.
Soon enough her thoughts drifted to that wretched spy, Beowulf. After that dance at the ball, Anya felt that if she had to converse with him again she might just tear him to pieces. He was so . . perfect. And so terrible. How infuriating!

Running a hand through his short white hair, Beowulf had completely forget about the dance with lady Anya, for him it hadn't been that big of a deal but simply a chance to get her away from his mother and father so they could speak. They didn't need or want Anya listening into their private matters, and frankly Beowulf didn't want to be a part of it, as he was certain it concerned a small family of snow-leopard hybrids. Today being a casual stroll, he wore tall faux-leather boots, black linen pants, and a white shirt that was buttoned up to his neck. A sword rested on his hip, and a dagger in a pocket of his pants, his tail swaying from side to side.
He stopped, rested his weight onto his left leg, arms now crossed as he scanned the area. His mind taking in information like a neatly organized library, sorting it, labeling it, and putting it away for future use if it ever concerned him. Beowulf had always been this way, a true habit, not a bad one either. His right eye (the only one working) fell onto the back of a familiar acquaintance, he walked towards her, his feet silent like a cat.
"Hello, Anya," he leaned down whispering to her, standing straight quickly to avoid any retaliation she would throw at him.

Anya suppressed a shudder, the familiar voice sending anger throughout her. Her face lifted up to him and it didn't need to be said the contempt that radiated through her.
"Hello, Beowulf," she said, the words pushing past her teeth. She leaned back against the bench, covering her wings. How shameful it would be if he saw her wings, of all people. "Is it you who is following me now?" She was a careful woman, but it was possible he could have followed her. But why? Was he going to try to kill her? At this thought, Anya gave a small smile, envisioning just how quickly she could slit his throat. Even on a casual day like this, she had her sword with her, the royal symbol engraved on it.

He moved around the bench standing infront of her, before he sat down, moving his right leg so he could rest his arm on his knee. Looking up at her, he nodded respectfully, as if their conversation at the ballroom had never happened.
"No, in fact, I decided to go on a walk," he replied.
It was a nice day, and though he enjoyed working and keeping busy with his duties and working as the advisor. But even he enjoyed relaxing outside and spending time doing something he enjoyed. Seeing Anya, had just given him a chance to bug and tease her, so he took it.

Sure, likely story. Beowulf just happened to be on a walk. Either way, the situation was unpleasant. The thing that made her even more upset by this man was that he seemed to be so calm, so okay with this situation.
"You walk among loyal subjects. You are only a traitor," Anya said, calmly poised. Her ears had formed a more relaxed position, but it was all an act. That was how she kept appearances, after all. Polite, quiet, and courteous. But the two of them both knew she could be far from that.
"I simply can't believe you think you can win this war. Do this, and you'll have kingdoms sending their troops into your land, but it seems you can't be reasoned with," she added, casually tossing a loose curl from her face. Anya smiled such a sweet smile, but the eyes showed her clearly looking down on him like trash. She hated everything about him. Even more than the average traitor. There was something about him that was just so . . enraging. By now she should have gotten him taken care of. But she just couldn't do it. Why? She told herself he was too good, that he'd narrowly escaped her clutches each time, but maybe she was partially intrigued. Maybe that's why she hated him so much.

He only raised him brow, and thought for a moment about her statement, before replying.
"Not all your subjects are loyal, look at my mother, she was a subject of this kingdom, still is." "And this lowly traitor, has a life, and emotions," he adds sarcastically.
Beowulf's own ears were flicking around, back and forth, side to side, hearing what she said along with what people nearby were talking about.
"I'm a humble servant of a kingdom," he says, "Just like you, I support my kingdom, and follow orders."
He didn't follow every order, some he had the ability to understand that no it was wrong, so he would give a good excuse.

She just glared. "I still just don't know how you could justify this," Anya muttered. It was hypocritical. She'd go to the same lengths Beowulf would. Her kingdom was her kingdom, and if she had to die being loyal, so be it.
Now she was feeling cocky, as she often did in his presence. The need to prove her superiority was strong and she stood, making sure her wings were hidden behind her back. Any weakness was something to be used against you. "We'll always win, whether you like it or not," she said, walking closer to him, lazily holding her sword. "Care for a duel? I'm certain I'll win." Anya let a mean smirk play on her face, eyes lighting up. She loved a good fight.

"There is no great genius without some touch of madness." He replied offhandedly, then added, "A philosopher said this once."
Beowulf's white fur glowed slightly in the afternoon sun, he stood out like a dandelion in a sea of green grass. He shifted, tilting his head to look up at the sky, his good eye watching the cloud move slowly.
"Who said I cared if your kingdom wins or if any kingdom wins," he smiled. "I certainly don't, like I said, I have a side as you call it," "But when the time comes, and if my heart still beats, I will be gone."
He looked at her with a smile. He had relaxed his actions around her, though his guard was always up, he didn't treat her like he used to. Rather than being overly serious and blunt to the bone, he enjoyed being more cryptic and confusing her as he was able to watch the gears turn in her mind. It was interesting to watch. She was a woman he secretly admired.
"A friendly duel, perhaps," "Don't scare the children," he adds.
Standing, Beowulf, removed his coat and drew his sword. It was a double sided blade, long and sharpened. The weight was light enough for easy movement, but still had enough to it that it could cut clean and quick.

Anya had never found herself interested in philosophy. It always delved into the imaginary, things that didn't make sense to her. The only truth was cold, hard facts. Well, maybe facts were biased in her favor, but for her that didn't necessarily mean she was wrong. Every right opinion just happened to be her own, you see?
"Everyone has a side. Whichever way you lean, and it's clear you aren't impartial," Anya said with a scoff. Her thinking tended to be black and white and she could never leave something without making up her mind. The one thing she couldn't seem to decide on was how she felt about the man standing before her. He was a traitor. He was the scum of the world. Yet, he was clever. And quick. The man seemed to always say just the right thing, the thing that would make her scramble for a comeback. Anya hated him, but she couldn't help how her thoughts always turned to him.
Her eyes flicked to the children playing about, not realizing how important these two were. "I think they'd be more terrified of you," she remarked, following Beowulf's actions. For a moment the two looked each other in the eyes, and she fought to keep her fury contained. Her face betrayed nothing, but one could guess she was angry given their previous interactions. Anya stepped forward, blade striking low. It was unlikely she'd manage to win within the first few strikes, but she knew she'd get him eventually.

He chuckled, "None of us are perfect," he shrugged, "Not even those who you claim impartial, are what you claim," "It's impossible."
Beowulf's thinking wasn't even clear to him, for most of his life he'd been exposed to what his mother or father had shown him, it depended on who he was able to live with at the time. Not that they were divorced, but with the current feud between the two kingdoms, they politically had jobs. And Beowulf was always a tool that was molding for their needs.
For him, Anya was someone different, yet the same as the people he'd seen as his life. Loyal to a cause, and loyal to the people, but at the same time her sense of justice was more then those of the people he knew. His mother was loyal to a completely different species and killed her own without fear and enjoyed it. His father didn't care if his own kind suffered and dealt with them severely if they didn't do as he ordered, even if it was impossible. But Anya, she was loyal to her kingdom and the people, he wanted the same for himself, but this wasn't possible.
"Perhaps," "But I do believe you think they would be scared of you too," he adds.
Beowulf looked back at her, his right side turned to her more so then his left, his sword in his left hand. He was calm, to a point it was as if he was mocking her, yet he was being cautious. He had to cover his left side..
With her first strike, he used the toe of his boot to kick the blade away yet not from her hand, swinging a strike himself.

"More scared of a war than any of us," she parried back with clenched teeth. Anya found it hard, especially since she was so angry at him, too keep her strength managed. It was only a duel. She wasn't there to tear his head off. Sometimes it was hard to remember that, though.
Anya swiftly moved to her right, blocking his attack as she stepped towards his side and moved her blade upwards, towards his throat. She became so focused on winning that she didn't notice the flutter of her wings, revealing themselves. During moments of excitement, anxiety, or anger the wings would often flutter, making them difficult to manage. If Anya could have them removed, she'd do it in a heartbeat. All they did was show her fragility, something that could never be changed.

"Perhaps," "I know I'm absolutely terrified of you," he sneered.
He moved with her attacks, mostly dodging them, moving swiftly, his feet silent. White tail like a feather behind him, for Beowulf this was a dance, just like the one at the ball a few weeks back. They were showing off to one another in his eyes, humorous.
Turning his head, the blade brushed his cheek, a small drop of blood on the tip of her blade. He smiled, countered, pushing away her sword with him. Spinning it so that he held her hand, and their chests were against eachother, faces ever so close. Kissing her forehead, he released the tight grip he'd had in the short moment, back in his first position. Brows raised, expectant for her next move.

"You should be," she bit back, taking it more seriously the more amused he seemed. Beowulf's movements were so carefree, as if this was nothing to him. Well, Anya would make him hesitate, no matter what it took.
She grinned at the sight of blood, feeling powerful in the moment. Then suddenly his hand was over hers and she tried to recoil, but the surprise made her shock-still. Anya stumbled away, her face a fiery red as if she'd been slapped. "You animal," she uttered with a glare that would send an average knight running. Her pulse thumped an unsteady pace, wild as her mind was in a state of rage and confusion. What had he just done?! It was clear Beowulf was doing it for a reaction, and a reaction he got. She ran towards him, swinging as quickly as possible, trying to get him overwhelmed. Anya still tried to keep her distance, lest he pulled her closer once again.