Posts by Takusi

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If Taka found herself disliking anything, that award would fall to social interaction. She was incredibly stiff and unsociable, struggling to communicate correctly with those around her. Thus, she simply avoided it most times, unless it was absolutely necessary. One way she did this was sticking to the border. So, it was there she currently sat, right at the very edge of BlizzardClan's territory, though she certainly wasn't alone. Sitting on the ground around her, all of them facing towards the sun with their beaks pointed upwards, mimicking her position like statues, were four birds. They weren't the only ones, though. Eight more were perched in branches around them, watching and chattering amongst themselves, looking curious. Then suddenly Taka lowered her head and made a sharp gesture forward, and at once, the four on the ground with her took off, moving like darts through the air. She sat back and watched them, pleased, while the other eight flapped over, taking perch on her spines. The black and grey dragon swivelled her head around to look at each of them, and gave a low rumble, dark blue eyes showing affection.
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Taka flinched upon hearing the voice, which in turn startled her avian friends. She looked around, and her midnight blue eyes, which were ringed with silver feathers that brought them out quite nicely, focused on the young domestic, whom she'd never seen before. Granted, she hadn't met many others in her life. Was this one of her clanmates? No, her nose told her otherwise. Though she didn't recognize the scent that lingered on this feline's pelt. Taking on a cool, blank expression, she looked down at the young female. "Hello. Can I help you?" the dragon queried in a monotone, her more socially lacking qualities coming to the surface. She didn't understand how to correctly interact, so she just put on a blunt and expressionless front. It wasn't even intentional, it was just one of her quirks. And it served her fine, so she didn't really care what impression it gave those who bore witness to it. Meanwhile, the birds sitting atop her back watched her, quiet, but obviously curious, each one peering at her through keen eyes.
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Takusi blinked, not expecting the question. But this was a child after all, perhaps such a likewise childish question was to be expected. She'd keep that in mind. "Yes," was her simple answer, and she didn't say any more on the matter. In truth, she considered the avians much more than merely friends. Those eight in particular were like family to her. Especially a certain kestrel, who had taken his seat on the spike positioned furthest up her neck, right behind her head, and had his brown-topped head tilted. But all of them were very special to her.
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How? What kind of question was that? How does anyone make friends with anybody? Then again, being the reclusive creature she was, Taka didn't know the answer to that question. "Uh..." She didn't know how to answer. "I trained them, raised them, and bonded with them over that large span of time." An odd response for her, but it wasn't as though Rumia would recognize what was the norm and what was odd for Taka.
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Taka noticed the uncanny staring but didn't seem bothered by it. The birds, however, all shuffled slightly further away, as much so as they could while still remaining perched atop their dragon friend's spikes. "Anything else?" Takusi inquired in a dull tone, noticing the unease of her feathered companions, which in turn told her that this was an encounter she perhaps didn't want to be prolonged very long. And, of course, she didn't mind that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a speck in the sky, signalling one of the new trainees was returning. She wasn't sure which from this distance, but they'd need tending to. Soon three more appeared, growing steadily closer. She was happy to see the four of them returning, but had yet to see if their objectives were accomplished.
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Okay! Here we are~
full name Takusi
gender female
age two years
clan BlizzardClan
rank warrior
breed dragon
other i'll have the badge too please :3

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Takusi had indeed disappeared a while ago, vanished, gone. Something came up, and she left, simple as that. But she'd returned now. She'd claimed the place as her home base, so she'd stay here. She liked BlizzardClan. She didn't know her clanmates very well, but for her, that wasn't an issue. She wasn't the best on the interaction front anyway, though she did have to wonder if anyone remembered her. Part of her hoped they didn't. Either way, she liked the clan for other reasons. Now, she was gliding back, large wings carrying her frame with ease. She tilted her wings backwards to slow herself down as she decided upon her landing spot and, once she was content with her speed and distance from the ground, she folded in her wings and touched down lightly. She seemed to be alone, which was uncommon for her; but naturally, her flock of eight was circling nearby, never to stray far from their dragon caretaker. The female, mainly black with silver markings decorating her scales, then sat down, eager to rest after the flight back home.
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Taka stumbled upon the welcoming crew by accident whilst walking around, scouting for a good location for some training. Her group of feathery friends had grown in the time she was absent from the clan, but she hadn't had much time to begin teaching them. Of course, she knew they'd be fine on their own for the time being. They trusted her. But she really did need to make haste in beginning her training. The life of a falconer was a busy one.
Her thoughts paused when she nearly stumbled into Tama, as she'd hardly been paying attention to where she was going. She noticed them just before she bumped into anyone and leaned back, recoiling, coming to an abrupt stop. "Apologies," she mumbled in a dull tone, awkwardly shifting her paws. Then she looked over at the dinosaur. Oh, she supposed this one was joining, then. She figured, while she was here, she may as well welcome them, though she wasn't entirely keen on doing so. "U-uh, welcome. Takusi." Her speech was somewhat broken, the monotone she usually used faltered as she tried to hastily introduce herself, her large silver wings twitching.
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Takusi had been gazing up at the sky, a small, cylinder object held delicately in her claws, obscured from view because of how she held it, when she heard the voices. She turned her head to the side, eyes glinting in surprise. She didn't like being suddenly approached like this. She took a few short moments to study those who stood before her. One of them she definitely recognized, while the other, she wasn't entirely sure. She couldn't recall any names, either. Suddenly, any expression vanished from her face, replaced by the faintest look of anxiousness, and her thin muzzle opened to deliver a few words in a monotone. "Hello," she bluntly greeted them, clutching the colourful item a little tighter in her paw. It had a few markings on it, which one would see spelled out 'Taka' if they were close enough, accompanied by a strange symbol at the base of it. She felt odd leaving it at that. She felt like she should be saying more. But she didn't know what, so she gazed uncomfortably at them both, her feathered ears flickering.
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Taka blinked as her wings were complimented. Personally, she really disliked her wings. Sure, maybe they were pretty, but they were far to big for her small frame. Granted, they proved very useful in flight, but she was a natural flier anyway, and they were just plain awkward to manoeuvre around with on the ground. But, at the same time, it wasn't often she was complimented. She was even more uncomfortable now, completely at a lost for words. Her expressionless mask shattered and she looked around, silver ears flattened to the side of her head. "U-um, oh, uh... Th-thank you," she stammered, speaking fast. She wanted to leave.
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Oh dear. She wasn't sure what she'd stumbled upon, but she didn't want to be around while someone attempted to explain the contents of the pages that had been exposed to those who clearly shouldn't have seen them. Of course, she knew what that was. She was young, yes, young enough she could still be considered a child by others of her species, being a mere two years old, but she wasn't a fool. As soon as she realized what was going on, seeing the pages of the open books, she was walking away again, moving tensely, though she was just a bit curious about what would happen. She decided not go go too far off, though she was on a rather tight schedule, and sat down, listening from afar, feathered ears perked. She hoped those with more immature mindsets wouldn't be scarred. That was hardly fair to them.
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throws self onto thread

hello everyone

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A friend of hers had told her it would be good for her to go out and greet people more often. She despised the idea with every scale on her hide, but knew they were right, so she relented. She knew it was unhealthy to be so secluded and reserved, and that having at least a few friends could really be of use to her. The black and silver dragon nervously stepped up to stand next to Tama. She realized there was nothing to be said just yet, so she remained quiet, large wings tucked in close to her body and head lowered slightly. Her silver, feathered ears drooped a little, occasionally flickering, while the curved horns that sprouted behind them remained still, glinting faintly as the sunlight shone down atop them. Takusi's dark eyes flitted briefly to the deputy, then back on the stranger, hoping he'd speak up soon.
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This didn't feel safe. Takusi despised alcohol. It made people do bad things, at least, from all her experiences with it. And besides, even if she didn't, she wouldn't participate in something like this nonetheless. She didn't feel comfortable enough with the people here. Not to mention, she was busy. She didn't want to get sick, that would break a huge hole in her schedule. She could list off excuse after excuse for hours. So she made a wide circle around the area the game was taking place, careful to avoid those in the vicinity for the fear she'd be dragged in. As was aforementioned, Takusi didn't really trust those of BlizzardClan. She didn't have a reason to. She trusted her flock, and that about did it. At least, for the time being.
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Her pale-coloured ears pricked first at her name, then at the mention of the birds. Huh, this cat had a decent memory, it seemed. She didn't think her birds had made many appearances during the time she'd been around her clanmates. In truth, it comforted her a little. She felt her body ease up a bit, and loosened her grip on the whistle she was clutching. "Taka... Yes, that's me," she confirmed. It had been a while since she heard anyone call her that. "And yes, I suppose you could call me 'the one with the birds'." That was one of her most notable traits, after all, so she probably shouldn't have been surprised that she was remembered for that, if nothing else. Her voice was a bit warmer, letting off on the monotone to allow some expression. She gazed at the thin object in her paw, then back at Tama, nodding once.
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Takusi held her large wings in close and kept her head low as she approached, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Forcing her paws to bring her over to the gathering group, she glanced around at them all before she spoke. "Taka," she mumbled bluntly in introduction, bobbing her head once in greeting before directing her dark gaze to the ground. She didn't like going around and chatting with everyone, but she had to get used to it somehow, and she knew there was no better way to get good at something than by doing it. She'd taught herself to fly, to hunt, to speak and read, everything she knew she'd learned on her own. Why did she feel so helpless doing something as simple as interacting?
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taka needs to get to know peeps so come plot

she's open to interaction, friends (though she has pretty big trust issues and social anxiety), enemies, and the like. Basically everything except for romantic relationships, litters, and the bad stuffs.
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Takusi didn't like the rain. Flying in storms was dangerous. She hoped all of her feathered friends had found adequate shelter. Meanwhile, her main flock was sheltering under her wings, hidden from view by the large appendages. She squinted, water dripping from her scales and soaking into the feathers of her ears. "Not good to be out in the rain," she interrupted when she saw the three of them, walking over for once without any sign of anxiety. She often helped travellers into shelters during storms when she was clanless, and she still felt that responsibility tugging at her paws. "Yes, do find shelter. I could help you look." Her dark eyes, which were brought out beautifully by the ring of silver feathers around them, focused on the joiner, a faintly concerned look crossing her face.
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