caughtinanetwork | 16 ♐ Video ♐ Salt and Pepper

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16 ♐ Video ♐ Salt and Pepper

Oh dear, oh dear...

[That, along with a small crash, are the first two sounds that Vatheon may hear one early morning. The video is a bit more difficult, at least for the first few moments. Darkleer always keeps his room fairly dim at night besides his workbench light, and now to add to the confusion, there seems to be a flurry of white and black obscuring the SFC's video camera.]

[After a moment, however, things settle and viewers should be able to see a currently shirtless Darkleer. It's hard to miss recognizing him, considering things. But a few things seem to be different... You know, like the enormous fuzzy and speckled wings extending from his back and laying mostly against the ground. They twitch, now and then, as Darkleer takes care to not stop on anything. Instead of his usual long arrow-shaped horns, a pair of antennae flow from his head that are just as fuzzy as his wings.]

[He tries to turn around, and one may see beyond the curtain of his own very long black hair some bit of moth fluff extending along a good deal of his spine. It can't yet be seen but it also extends a bit to his neck.]

[Noticing the state of the SFC, Darkleer very very carefully makes his way over to his desk.]

Since this is currently on regardless, could... anyone please inform me on the proper method of dealing with wings? Particularly extremely large ones that do not seem within the norm?

[They give another sudden twitch and Darkleer hunches his shoulders up, glancing over to where Summoner lays still unconscious on his bed. Darnit, matesprit, of all the times to be asleep...]

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[Oh man he sees you... and he sees Summoner. Mostly interested in Summoner right because fuck you Darkleer for hogging his body! Darkleer can see that GHB has obviously undergone some goat-like changes, shaggier than ever, and with unsettling horizontally thin pupils. He's lost his sharp teeth, but that doesn't make him any less dangerous with them.]

Too motherfucking bad, now ain't it? Heh...

[Hands off the sleeping fairy, Billy Goat Troll. The awake one won't stand for it.]

[There's a pause as he sees the absurd bleatbeast on his screan, and then his lips give a small disdainful twist. His wings give another aggravated flap.]

Oh my. How unfortunate. It appears that even more fleas and trash will find their way into your hair.

[He doesn't want to admit anything to this dreadful thing- not how his large wings make things difficult to move around, how he can't control them, and how he actually feels uncomfortably light instead of the solid firmness he's always had.]

[He cackles, stroking his odd beard with an amused grin.]

Don't need to motherfucking worry about the motherfucking fleas and trash. As long as none of your motherfucking kind get their flight on in here, we're good. Take some motherfucking care not to get your shitty self all tangled up in a tree, yeah?

[He doesn't need Darkleer to admit anything. He already knows it's difficult to do anything with new body parts. Even the highblood had some struggle with his new legs and hooves, but at least walking is something much more familiar than flying.]

[Darkleer catches onto the insult quick enough, and whoops, that sure is teeth be bared again. It's just too easy and he hates it.]

To be frank, I believe it would be the other way around if one of us were to get in contact with you. Nothing but blood and dirt.

[He's not even going to dignify that tree comment with an answer!]