Ōn’nyosh: Doesn’t flinch at Mirada’s presence. I insult everybody. I don’t care who. His eyes narrow threateningly. I’m an asshole, but I, at least, know how to fucking treat a woman, you cocksucking prick. He notices Elijah. Please tell me you’re not with this fucking asshole. Because I have no qualms about beating the shit out of anyone who mistreats a woman!
Elijah: Shakes his head at Mirada. Not cool, man. You don’t know her. Don’t make assumptions. Turns to the jester, placing a hand on his shoulder. No, but I don’t want a fight either.
Mirada: Sneers at Elijah. Oh and who do you think you are, justice of the peace?
Christina: Sighs as the smell of ozone overpowers everything. A great charge of electricity starts to raise the hairs on everyone, and a numb sensation slowly creeps through nerves and muscles. A large discharge of lighting leaves a smoking crater in the ground, inches away from Mirada, Elijah, Dane and On'nyosh. Her eyes are glowing gold and electric blue, and a sense of danger permeates the air That's enough of that, boys.
Dane: Flinches, eyes wide Yes, ma'am!
Ōn’nyosh: Snorts, brushing off Elijah’s hand. Good. I usually don’t start fights, but I’ll fucking kill to defend a woman. Turns to Mirada, his expression turning into a fierce scowl. Listen close, you fucking Nyffaen’Srin, stay the fuck away from Amber. If I catch you looking in her direction, I’ll… He pauses when Christina strikes. He glances at her, impressed. He glances back at Mirada. I think you get the fucking point. He turns away and walks off toward Amber.
(Note: Nyffaen’Srin means ‘Ass-Sniffer/Snorter’ in On’nyosh’s native language. And, in this case, it’s a bad insult)
(Meep, you beat me to the punch. I had to change my reply before posting, lmao!)
Christina: Scowls Well this woman needs no protecting. I'm sure I showed that much.
(I laugh Ass-sniffer. I like that.)
(Grins Sorry, not sorry, lmao)
Ōn’nyosh: His mood seems to lighten a bit at that and he chuckles. I noticed that. And, that, Christina, was fucking marvelous. Though, I will gut a fucking asshole for looking at any woman, including you, the wrong fucking way. That’s just me, though. He continues toward Amber.
(Lol. Yeah. Ōn’nyosh’s native language is very creative, snickers. Though, I only have like… 3 words, lmao!)
(Lmao!)
Christina: Puffs up a bit Yes, it was quite amazing, wasn't it. She sighs You have a weird way of being noble.
(I grin Would you like help with the language, or no?)
Ōn’nyosh: Mhm. Though, it reminds me of an annoying blue lizard I once met. He used a lot of lightning, and he can’t take a joke worth shit, fucking Fathead Blue-Toe. But, besides that, I fucking loved it. He then snickers. That’s one way to put it, I guess.
(Hmm… maybe, indecisive shrug. Though, I know one reason I have so little on it is just the simple fact that I haven’t really been working on it. But, mere technicality)
Elijah: Flinches and slow grin spreads on his face. God bless the strong women. He glances over his shoulder to wink at Sadie.
Mirada: Steps back. He’s not deterred, he’s just angry. His eyes become mysteriously bright, an odd pull to them, hypnotic. He turns to Christina, his gaze meeting hers. Nice lighting. He nods towards the others. Strike them.
Amber: Finds herself scurrying towards Ōn’nyosh. She runs a hand over his face to check on him, then catches herself, her eyes becoming like steel again. Good. You’re fine. She turns on her heel and moves several feet away, steam emitting from her nostrils.
Christina: Narrows her eyes at Mirada, and she starts literally smoldering Trying to Charm the kitsune, are we?
Mirada:Shrugs, a cocky smirk on his face. Nah. Just offering a… suggestion.
Ōn’nyosh: Smiles lightly when Amber checks on him, then watches her walk away with concern. He slowly followed her, gazing at her patiently. Lovely Amber, you do not have to shut yourself away near me. I understand why, but I want to assure you that you are safe around me. He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it. He ignored the conflict going on between Christina and Mirada.
Christina: Bursts into black flame, her eyes turning crimson Here's a suggestion: cho hilm elohk noi.
(Cho hilm elohk noi is kitsune for: shut up if you like your testicles still attached. Simple and to the point!)
Amber: Eyes him with suspicion, but allows him to kiss her hand. She watches the conflict with unease, unconsciously unfolding her wings. I think… Well… If you really want to get to know me… She smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ….you might should see me in my true form.
Mirada: Woahhh, lady, chill. He walks backwards, pretending to rewind himself. Let’s start over, shall we?
Christina: Glares at Mirada, her black flames now a foot long across her entire body Don't even bother.
(That’s a good one, Meep, lol!)
Ōn’nyosh: He gently let go of Amber’s hand after kissing it, to avoid overstepping any of her boundaries. He notices her unease, but still ignores the others. He had no doubts that they would situate themselves. As Amber spoke, an intrigued grin grew on his face. True form? Well… he chuckles… I’d be honored to see it.
Amber: Nods curtly and grins. She closes her eyes for a moment, a cloud of purple smoke gathering around her. She is covered by it for a moment and when she reappears, she is in a scaly low-cut purple robe with a high waist that forms a train behind her while another portion of the scales cover her legs. At closer lookHer wings unfold and she soars around the room, talons out, eyes blazing, before landing in front of Ōn’nyosh. Hi.
Mirada: Rolls eyes. Whatever. Sits down and pulls out a book, “Instructions for Dancing.”
Ōn’nyosh: Watches Amber in fascination, then grins wide when she lands. He admires her for a moment, in awe at her beauty. Hello. And… damn, you’re gorgeous.
Amber: Growing more comfortable with Ōn’nyosh, tosses her head and laughs. Yeah, yeah, so I’ve heard.
Christina: Sighs and extinguishes her flames I really don't like any of you. She points at Mirada But I especially can't stand him.
Dane: Sighs lazily To be fair, the only one here that likes you is Lord Fuckbreath over there.
Ōn’nyosh: Laughs, then grins. It’s very true, though. You are just absolutely breathtaking. He overhears Dane and glances over at him. Well, at least ‘Fuckbreath’ smells more pleasant than ‘Shitbreath’. Speaking of, whose ass have you been in lately, because you reek of vomited paint? He bursts into mocking laughter.
Dane: Grins Well at least I get ass. Unlike you, who'd probably eat Satan's ass because he could. Speaking of, you smell strongly of rotten swamp.
Ōn’nyosh: Laughs harder. At least I get fucked. And, no, I’m not into men, but it’s nice to know you are. It means I don’t have to share. Looks down at himself. I might have gone through a swamp a few months ago, but otherwise no. Though, maybe it’s because I was walking by your sister.
Dane: Walks right up to On'nyosh and leans down to his level Oh, you still have to share. My tastes go any direction. Just because you feel threteaned when there's someone else to compete with doesn't mean I have to back down. He smirks, eyes narrowing And besides, if you really wanted to be rude to me, you'd have to try harder than that. On top of that, I'm sure that if you really disliked me, you'd be using any number of those weapons you have on you. Plus, I don't have a sister.
Mirada Looks up at Dane. Oooo, a kindred soul.