Rainforest Cliffs
08-06-2017, 04:49 AM
A rough, boyish laugh quipped from Iskra as his nephew returned the playful rhyme and fired out his own endearing nip. Iskra thought to lounge a wing affectionately, protectively, across the lad's back. He remembered the sparks which had once been harmless now jolted, and the smell which did much the same, and so he settled for fluffing his wings and repositioning them at his side instead while Mauna eagerly introduced himself to Otem.
Just as Iskra was about to turn his smiling face back to her, she left her own touch on him. Her hoof grazed against his rear cannon. Though it did little more than smart, the abruptness of it and the unexpected retaliation caused Iskra cry out, his body tensing as he prepared to shy away, feathers fluffing up in exaggerated size. Just as quickly he recognized the purpose, and bit down on his cry, forcing it into a garbled cough, wherein he heaved so forcefully his head sunk down and he pulled his hurt limb towards his nose for better inspection. As he lifted back upright and resettled his ears flicked back halfway, and his teal gaze slid to the edge of his view to glance sidelong at Otem.
"C'mon Mauna," Iskra proclaimed loudly and suddenly, cutting off whatever conversation he and Otem had started into. "Time to get moving, I'm afraid it can be dangerous around here, so watch your legs! Let's go find your parents." Iskra ushered at the colt with his wings and bulk, trying to physically herd him away from Otem. Her kick had been a warning of displeasure, so Iskra wasn't going to stick around for anymore and he certainly wasn't willing to risk that her mouth might wield greater damage.
{Fade to black as Iskra takes Mauna off!}
Just as Iskra was about to turn his smiling face back to her, she left her own touch on him. Her hoof grazed against his rear cannon. Though it did little more than smart, the abruptness of it and the unexpected retaliation caused Iskra cry out, his body tensing as he prepared to shy away, feathers fluffing up in exaggerated size. Just as quickly he recognized the purpose, and bit down on his cry, forcing it into a garbled cough, wherein he heaved so forcefully his head sunk down and he pulled his hurt limb towards his nose for better inspection. As he lifted back upright and resettled his ears flicked back halfway, and his teal gaze slid to the edge of his view to glance sidelong at Otem.
"C'mon Mauna," Iskra proclaimed loudly and suddenly, cutting off whatever conversation he and Otem had started into. "Time to get moving, I'm afraid it can be dangerous around here, so watch your legs! Let's go find your parents." Iskra ushered at the colt with his wings and bulk, trying to physically herd him away from Otem. Her kick had been a warning of displeasure, so Iskra wasn't going to stick around for anymore and he certainly wasn't willing to risk that her mouth might wield greater damage.
{Fade to black as Iskra takes Mauna off!}
Victory is in my veins
I will not negotiate
I will not negotiate
Iskra
@Mauna @Otem
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
