how creative is a spine [o, joining]

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    Colotik would never say that it was superbly intelligent. Cunning, maybe, but intelligent wasn't something that it used to describe any member of it's kind. The reason was simple; many of them died every second. Either due to flying right into a Prickle or being ripped apart by a buzzsaw, it was just death, death, and more death. Those that could even live for fifteen minutes had it made, and were even allowed to finally change their name from Clony to something else.

    Colotik had been trying to find a place where it would be able to see more thrills, and more excitement. That had gone great when the group of forty had tried to leave the WarpZone, the only protected place that they had. It was pretty sure it had been beaten up this way and that before it found itself sitting upright. This, this wasn't the BadLands, this had grass. What even was that?! How did it even know what that was?!

    It's head was awkwardly flopped to the side. Before it hadn't even had a neck, or a tail, or legs, or ears. Now, suddenly, all those were a thing. Softly clicking, it flapped it's wings rather erratically. Screw walking, it didn't need that, it still possessed it's wings. Sure, it was heavier than it remembered, and it's tail dragged along the ground behind it, but it wasn't exactly concerned. If this was like the BadLands, there had to be some native that could help it out. Maybe give it a place to stay while it figured out what was wrong with it's form, and where the rest of it's Flock had gone. Clony didn't like to be alone, and it was no exception. Thus was why it was fluttering off in one direction, ears awkwardly perked as it's tail dragged behind it.


    //awkward joining thread and all the glory that comes with it, huzzah.

    ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆ Life is really simple ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆

    *✧:｡.｡ Clover herself was small, for a cat, so when a strange black bat-cat flit-fluttering about caught her eye while she was on a 'nature hike', she immediately noted the small size. It looked lost, alone, and confused, as if it had never seen anything around it before, and so the brown tabby approached and attempted to catch the creature's eye by cocking her head in a similar fashion to the thing. "Salve, who and what might you be?" Her eyes filled with wonder as she looked at the creature with her large green eyes, unsure if it was intelligent enough to be considered a possible member of the clan or to be left alone, but if not, she might take it as a pet. It was adorable!

    ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆ But we insist on complicating it. ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆


    light a candle for the kids, jesus christ don't keep it hid !


    The small creature did attract Arcade’s attention, as most strange creatures did. She had already been approaching the female from afar, aiming to attempt a conversation. But a new conversation piece seemed to present itself.


    “Oh, hello,” she said to the small things, her eyes glowing softly. She hoped it was a joiner. She didn’t see the use of keeping things as pets, especially not when it wasn’t exactly measurable how much a sentience a thing had and at what point that’d be considered unfair. She had decided not to risk it, save she ever come across an especially cute turtle.


    (c)trexgirl




    — lets go to see the stars and the moon

    Pixel had to tilt her head as she followed behind the others. She nervous fiddled with the sunglasses on her forehead. What was it? She hummed, tilting her head. It was... kinda cute, honestly. She turned to Arcadefire. I think its a bat. The angel spouted out mindlessly. She turned back to the ball of fluff. How strange. Where did it come from... where did... they? Come from? She knew the creatures in this world were strange. Most were normal, but some were oddballs. She supposed she, herself, fit into this category. She was bright pink and blue, after all. The angel tilted her head, leaning down to get a better look at the creature. (she keep her distance a few feet away, though. No need to scare the critter!) Are you lost, love? she asked.



    tags | "speech"

    that must hurt a lot

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / purpleheart of colouredclan & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ It appeared a foreign critter had everyone’s attention. Including his, at the moment. The ghostly serval looked from afar with supersenses, unsure if he should make a physical appearance. Finally, he did flash on scene beside Pixel via teleportation. He looked to the winged, dark-hued creature that was Colotik and frowned. ”Well, I don’t think it’s a bat, he disagreed purposefully with Pixel, nudging her with a hip. However, he spoke those words honestly. He’d never seen a bat with a tail…


    Everyone else was trying to communicate so he added in an half-hearted and drawling,”Howdy there?” in greeting, just in case.

    Colotik hadn't exactly expected for quite a lot of people to appear. Maybe one. As far as it knew, the only species that grouped back in the BadLands were the Clony. Not a bunch of other creature it hadn't seen before.

    One of it's ears twitched, head swiveling this way and that to look at the people that talked. This was different than the typical 'click click click click click click clickclick' that it was used to. But it could understand, so surely it could replicate this new language as well! It could prove it's mighty intelligence!

    White eyes squinting as it ceased it's erratic flapping that it had been using to hover, legs nearly buckling beneath it's fluffy form. What even was a bat, did it look like that now? It was pretty sure that a bat wasn't a Clony, whatever that was; although did grunt as it remembered that it wasn't a Clony now. Maybe it truly was a bat.

    If it remembered right, the questions had been who, what, and if it was lost. Those were a decent place to start. "Ee..eee..faaack." That didn't sound coherent at all, white eyes narrowing as it's fluffy wings shifted. "Eeeemaaa Coloo..Coloootickk." It slowly nodded it's head. This was slow progress, but it was still progress. "Eeemaaa Cloneee. Keeenda losss'." That answered those questions, right? If they didn't, well, it could say that it tried. It hadn't ever had to speak this way before, so it had an excuse as well.

    ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆ Life is really simple ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆

    *✧:｡.｡ The creature seemed slightly more confused now, so Clover backed off. The bat-cat landed awkwardly, almost as if it's body was too big for its wings, and started to speak. Incoherently at first, sort of reminiscent of when she herself joined, but words started to form in the creature's strained speech. "So, you're a Colotik and a Clony, and are kind of lost?" She translated slowly. She didn't know what a Colotik was, or what a Clony was, and assumed one was its name. She looked around at her gathering clan mates, maybe only she didn't understand, there might be a few things she doesn't yet know about the world she lives in, but she had a feeling this was not the case.

    ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆ But we insist on complicating it. ☆━━━♣️━━━━☆━━━━♣️━━━━☆

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    MY DEAR, COME AGAIN?

    YOUR VOICE IS FADING OUT AND IN

    Yuri cocked his head and walked closer. This was a strange looking bat that everyone had discovered. Yuri didn’t see bats in Colour Town very often but now and then an erratic movement at dusk would catch his eye. This creature was a very fluffy bat and it had a long tail too. The pronunciation of the stranger was unintelligible to Yuri’s ears. He approached and blinked as if it was all lost on him. An eyebrow slowly lowered as he was calculating what to do with this one. Then Clover offered a translation of sorts.

     

    Colotik was its name and it was lost. Yuri could have guessed they were lost since they were trespassing without a clue. ”This is the Prismatic Plains,” Yuri explained sternly as if a name of an unknown place helped lost people orient themselves. He was not happy to offer his personal help to aid the bat-esque creature in finding its previous home. He couldn’t even understand Colotik. ”Do you know where you belong?” The tabby cat emphasized his words and spoke slower to hope the stranger would understand his question– almost of it was an insult to the other’s intelligence. Yuri made the cruel mistake to assume since Colotik did not speak the same language they was slower.


    TAGS | BIO

    The male would bound over and settle in beside his father. Head tilted nervously as he awaited an answer. He was still happy to see a new face. He always was though.


    //retro to capture


    thinking | "speaking"

    IF YOUR SEXY THEN FLAUNT IT —

    Colotik had softly clicked at the attempted translation. Well, it's name was Colotik and it was a Clony, not a Colotik and a Clony. Oh well. Speaking was hard. There had at least been an attempt, and for that, it guessed it couldn't complain.

    One of it's ears twitched when it looked over at the next person to show up. Prismatic Plains. That was some alliteration if it had ever heard some. It was the tone that made it flap it's wings, shuffling on it's feet. Was, was thack mockery for not being able to speak this language as fluent as everyone else? That wasn't it's fault! White eyes narrowing while it started bouncing, angrily clicking before forcing itself to stop. No, no, it was outnumbered here, if it started trying to smack someone with it's fluffy wings, that was not going to go well at all. It's ears had lowered, obviously aiding the 'not pleased' expression it attempted to convey. A new body was just so gawky, Colotik would much rather have it's small, circular body any day.

    "Eeee..theee Beedlands. Baahhhhdlahhndsuh." A bit of an over pronunciation, but it knew well that was where it came from. The BadLands, the land of where everything was out to kill the natives and adapting to survive was the only solution. All of these colors were so vibrant compared to the dark colors it had been used to in the Land of Infinity; there was only black, grey, red, and green. Now, there was pink and green and brown and violet and even white. Almost an eye sore. Grumbling Colotik gave it's head a sharp shake, wings flapping again after. None of the other Clony it spoke to had ever talked about a 'Prismatic Plain'. It had to be very, very far from home then, considering there were this many natives about and, as far as it could tell, no harsh whirring of machinery or buzzsaws in the distance. Not that it was going to complain about such things.

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    EXCUSE ME, TOO BUSY,

    OH, WRITING A TRAGEDY?

    His lips curved smoothly upward as he watched the bat-like creature thrash its wings in frustration. Yuri saw that he had earned the Clony thing’s dislike by Colotik narrowed its pale eyes at him. Oh? So the little guy didn’t like being spoke to that way. Yuri could have guessed. ”What did I do?” He asked almost innocently but not believably.

     

    The winged tabby kept his ears perked as he listened to what Colotik said next. The words were still rough and difficult for Yuri to discern. He definitely heard ‘bad’ and then ‘land’. Was it talking about the Prismatic Plains which Yuri had just introduced it to. ”This place is not a bad land,” Yuri retorted slowly having misunderstood Colotik.

     

    He didn’t realize that the Badlands was the answer to the question he had asked moments before until a few instants later. ”Or that is where you are from? Because that definitely is not where I am from,” he clarified. ”I have not heard of the Badlands. I don’t know of place that is called that around here. So it must be far off.” Yuri assumed any place he did not know of was far far away or really well hidden. He was familiar with most places – well familiar to the extent of at least knowing of their existence.


    TAGS | BIO