trust me, im a goose
11-14-2022, 12:20 PM
Askan's body was all wrong. Long of neck and goosey of body. It wasn't intentional...because if it was, he wouldn't have chosen this form. Far from it. But here he was, standing amongst the stars and grass, just barely able to bite back the urge to honk as loud as his lungs would allow. A deep and unforgiving rage, a need for violence stirred within him. He wanted to destroy civilisations, bring ancient bloodlines to an end-which...wasn't very like him to be honest. He was a grumpy git at the best of time but not homicidal... leading him to assume it was his goosey instincts at play. Disgusting. Yet another reason to loathe and fear the bastards.
His neck whipped around at the sound of paws squishing long grass. His beady eyes snapped wide and he yet again had to clamp his beak shut. No. He would not honk, not now and not ever.
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