Posts by Takusi

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Takusi looked back and forth between everyone as more people joined the group, bringing her wings in closer to her. She simply flicked an ear in response to Brokencrown, having no better way to respond, then gazed at Andy. Rock music? She wasn't a big fan of that type of music. No, she much preferred calmer sounding songs, with flutes and violins and the like. She looked blankly at the female, shaking her head. "No." The answer was a little blunt, yes, but she couldn't help it. That was just how she acted when she was faced with these types of situations, putting on a cold expression and speaking with a dull tone. It proved as a sort of comfort to her in an otherwise discomforting situation.
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Hm, a mother to be? Takusi eyed her quietly as she approached, not showing any sign of what she was thinking on her face. She had a soft spot for kids. She had very strong natural maternal instincts, she believed it to be part of what made her the skilled tamer she was. So she was a little gentler than she might usually be with the newcomers as she addressed the expecting queen. "Welcome," she greeted, voice not completely losing it's typical dull chill. "You and your kits are very welcome here. I assure you, they'll be safe." She'd make sure of that. Haneshi, who was perched on one of the dragon's upper quills, reached up to peer over the top of Taka's head. He cawed a greeting, then ducked back down out of sight.
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Takusi had noticed the gathering from the air, where her large wings carried her light frame along with ease. She frowned as her keen blue eyes took in the sight. A kit alone at the border was never a good sigh. She tipped her body into a dive and landed next to Arthur, lowering her head so she was nearer to the young femme's height. "Welcome," she hummed, adapting a gentle tone to her usually monotone voice. "I'm Taka. If you need anything, ask." The poor kid looked tired. It hit a few notes with her, as she was naturally a bit protective of children. From what she gathered from the prior conversation, she was without parents. Her frown grew a little. She heard that too much, and she hated it every time. Such a cruel thing.
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Content, Takusi leaned back with a nod, neck straightening so she stood at full height. "And I'm Taka. It's n-nice to meet you," she offered, voice a bit duller than before. She couldn't help but stutter a bit. It simply couldn't be avoided. Nonetheless, she hoped things went well for the female in BlizzardClan. She would quite like to see kits around. They always made any given place much more lively. Granted, she didn't actually hang around the busier areas of the clan much, but she supposed she would have a reason to if all went smoothly.
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"Taka," Takusi would blandly introduce herself upon approaching, rolling her shoulders and bringing her wings against her sides, situating the large things awkwardly. They really were far to big for her small frame. A kestrel peeped out from behind her head and gave a caw, then ducked back out of sight. She huffed at the bird, but didn't commented otherwise, mumbling a few things under her breath and shifting her wings again. Seven more avians popped briefly from their hiding places, squawking various greetings in various pitches, each one a different size and with different patterns than the last. As much as she didn't like them getting involved in clan life, she couldn't stop them. That wasn't in her right as their friend.
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Walking up quietly, Takusi had her wings spread, four birds perched on each one. The large but lithe dragon probably looked quite odd, walking around with the wings that were far too big for her unfurled and with the feathered animals of various species sitting atop them, but she didn't really care. "Taka," she quietly hummed, steadily getting more used to introducing herself, even if she was only stating her name. One of the avians she had with her gave an approving bob of his head, and she briefly glanced at him from the corner of her eye, face blank, before returning her gaze to Brokencrown.
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//taka is definitely nice child

Takusi wandered up, a little concerned. Who was this Saint Nick person, and why was he giving her clanmates things? Did this happen often? How bizarre. Since everyone else seemed rather cheery, the reclusive dragon just went with it, though she kept her large wings protectively over top of her feathered friends, who were perched along her spine. The somewhat sceptical female quietly approached and gave a small, shy dip of her head in greeting. "Taka," she mumbled, keeping her head lifted. She didn't say anything else.
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Takusi wasn't sure what 'two truths and a lie' was, but she assumed it was some sort of game. She didn't really want to get involved, but seeing as it was a meet and greet, she figured it wouldn't be too bad. "I'll participate," she quietly told Arcade, sitting down hesitantly next to Tama. For once she was without her bird companions, all of them save for Haneshi, who rarely left her side, mostly because he was worried she'd get herself in trouble or something of the like if he left her be. He was currently perched on one of her silver horns, watching quietly, a cheery look on his face.
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