Posts by Dustdevil

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]It hadn't taken Dustdevil particularly long to find the clan, not that she had been looking for the group in particular. She had spotted food though, something she was determined to have. No matter what it took. Devil had been airborn though, meaning that she had seen the competition. Not that it mattered, she had already made up her mind.

In one swift motion, the vulture would swoop toward the ground. Managing to catch a hare within her talons, instantly murdering the small morsel. The catch wasn't large enough to feed the bird of prey particularly well, but it was food regardless. Dustdevil would then take a seat, quickly beginning to devour her catch. Unaware that she could be caught stealing the group's prey easily from her location.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Pfft, as if she needed training. Only she did, a lot of it in fact. Though she was a good hunter, Dustdevil was likely a poor fighter currently. Having not been around others of the same level of competence in a long time. Her ability with hunting would likely help though, at least to an extent.

Making her way toward the scene, the avian would settle beside her leader. Attempting to tap the unicorn lightly with a dark brown wing. "Wanna fight me?" The relaxed words left her beak in a drawl, if the vulture could grin then she would have done. He seemed like a reasonable opponent, though she had gotten the idea of him being quite the pacifist from the small amount of his personality that she had managed to view so far. A bit of training wouldn't hurt regardless though.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Does anyone want a thread with Devil?

I'd be happy for her and Red to interact, if you want!

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Tracking.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]Clan life was definitely odd to the vulture. Then again, this was due to the fact that Dustdevil had been alone for so long. Living in the desert and learning to fend for herself. Then again, Dustdevil was still very much confused as to how she had managed to stray so far from the desert. Something the woman guessed she would only find out with time. Still, as long as she had food she would be reasonably happy. Well, as happy generally was. Happiness for the lass seemed to be mild annoyance to those around her.

Dustdevil was circling the sky, not far from the ground below her. Observing the area around her with somewhat mild interest. Clearly having not found nothing too dramatic as of yet, though she hoped something were to happen soon. A fight, for example. That would spark some much needed energy in the place, though there were surely less destructive methods. These methods likely being much less fun to the vulture.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"The fuck is a clan?" Was the vulture's simple response, genuinely clueless to the situation at hand. Oh, so these were the guys she was stealing from. Woops. It was ironic, just how loyal she would end up being to the group she had just stolen good prey from.

A single brown eye would sweep the duo, finding it odd to see such exotic creatures. A unicorn and a wolf wearing armour. Strange. "How can I pay ya' back then? I'm fuckin' starving" the bad mouthed avian would continue, rambling in a heavy drawl. Hopefully it wouldn't take them too long to get used to the language she used, because she didn't plan on leaving any time soon. They had food, that was what she had wanted.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify] Bayonetta ; http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2276909.0 ~

@Loner; I feel like they would be ultimate frenemies oh my goodness

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]I've gotten permission from Loner to hold a mass adoption to try and attract more members. If you want to sign up just use the form below!

[b]Current litters:

01. Dustdevil x NPC — three vulture chicks
02. Red x NPC — One wolf cub
03. Red x Bayonetta — two feline kits
04. Basket litter (taken in by Peter) — four mammals
05. Basket litter (taken in by Corryn) — four feline kits
06. Basket litter (taken in by Frenchbraid) — five creatures
07. Brendon Urie-Alastair x NPC — three wolf cubs

The form:

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]Tracking.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]Both added, here is the thread:
http://feralfront.com/index.ph…0.msg84253079#msg84253079

Also, what age will the Red x NPC and Red x Bayonetta litters be starting out at? ~

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]Woops, sorry! Corrected it!

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]That was a very appealing offer for the vulture, admittedly. The idea of more food sounded great to her, with Dustdevil not seeming that worried about what she would have to do for the mentioned prey. [b]"Sounds good to me, boss man" Dustdevil would squawk, having made the assumption that Peter was the one in charge when it came to this 'clan'. Whatever that was.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]So the boss man called himself Peter. Well, whatever worked. [b]"Eh, I'm cool either way" the vulture would point out, before letting out a small chuckle at his latter comment. This goat guy seemed nice enough, maybe a little too nice considering they had met through her stealing prey. Well, it wasn't as though she had known. Dustdevil had just seen others and assumed they were all travellers such as herself. Well, now she was a part of a 'clan'. Not that she was aware of what such a group was.

"Oh, none of ya told me about this clan business though" the avian would drawl, having now completed her meal. It was good to have food like that again, though she still seemed interested in more. Whatever, she had more important matters to attend to really.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify]Well, that was odd. Dustdevil couldn't particularly understand why someone would treat those that likely wouldn't be able to offer much help in return, though Devil also didn't really understand the spirit of 'Christmas' or whatever they called it. Still, she hadn't known that 'boss man' had a son.

[b]"Names Dustdevil" the vulture would explain, her words produced in a short drawl. "Also, what the fuck is a 'Christmas'?" The clueless bird would add, partially toward Peter. Maybe it had something to do with the ridiculously cold weather? At this point, anything seemed like a valid guess. Whatever it was, it had persuaded her leader to give out supplies the clan could have made use of. Then again, it was highly unlikely anyone would be seeing Dustdevil swooping around with a toolbox. What use would the bird of prey even have for such items?

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"Aw, alright then ya wimp" the words were slightly softer than they usually would have been, though her tone was very much meant for someone like herself. Loud and brash. A grin would have formed on her features, if a beak would be able to move in such a way.

A shuffle of her wings showcased interest in the situation. "You gonna fight me then?" The vulture would question, staring down her possible opponent with one brown eye. Interested in the way Red would be fighting, considering the girl had likely gone through much more practice in such combat compared to herself. Having been around other sentient beings much longer than Dustdevil had.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"Humans? The fuck is that?" Dustdevil would chime in, swooping down to perch herself beside her clanmates. "You guys talk a lot of nonsense, I love it" the woman would squawk. Maybe it was just that Dustdevil hadn't been around creatures that spoke about these kinds of topics. Humans, Christmas... It all seemed like crazy people talk to her. Though, as she had stated already she did love that about the clan. Finding there 'crazy talk' hilarious.

The desert bird clearly wasn't overly interested in the liquid they were tasting. After all, her species had evolved to go much longer than half of her clanmates without drinking anything.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"I was lookin' for somethin' fun ta do, or somethin' bigger than a hare. I'm a grown woman, ya know" Dustdevil would shout her reply to Red before swooping downward. Landing reasonably close to Red, her talons kicking up a small storm of sand. "Be grateful you get to live with this ol' bat now, I'm a huntin' extraordinaire" the avian would point out, dramatically spreading out her wings to help prove her point. A little shake of these wings mimicking a jazz hand motion. A grin would have coated her features, but her beak prevented her from moving in such a way.

Dustdevil wasn't even as old as she made herself out to be, though she had managed to loose count by now. She could still mother chicks, something that would likely continue for a reasonable time. She was definitely one of the craziest creatures that inhabited the clan, though she didn't have much competition currently. Dustdevil had been aquatinted with a grand total of two creatures since her arrival, something that seemed very lacklustre.

"What you lookin' for anyway lass? Sand, because if so ya should have seen the stuff in the desert. Quality shit" another dramatic movement of her wings helped to illustrate the vulture's point, whilst continuing to kick up sand that blew toward the sea.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"Mock fights an' shit, maybe get the allies involved. Somethin' to spark some fun 'ere" of course, Dustdevil was the one offering such a strange idea, quickly swooping toward the scene. Landing somewhat close to Red. "Maybe we could use that colourful shit in the fight?" Paint was what Dustdevil was referring to, though she had never heard the name used before.

"If ya want I could hold some of these, boss... Peter man" the vulture would suggest after a brief pause. "Oh, an' maybe we should send some shit to our allies" that sounded like an easy enough job for such a large bird. Not wrecking whatever they would be sending was another issue though.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"If we use the colourful * nobody will even get a scratch, it just might stain some * for a little while" at least they would have fun whilst they got some much needed practice. "I can find somewhere out of the way though, so that won't be a problem anyway" Dustdevil would add, shuffling her wings in anticipation. Clearly happy with the idea of finding places they weren't already using. Certain that there would be somewhere interesting somewhere near them.

"Eh, maybe we should jus' send some of us over to have a good chat with 'em then. Maybe offer ta hunt for em a bit or somethin'?" The avian drawled, looking for alternate routes they could take. It wouldn't hurt to treat them too much, though she didn't want to make them think it would become a regular occurrence.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][b]"Oh, cool. So it's like 'birds of a feather stick together' bullshit. I dig it!" A shaking of the woman's wings would help to prove her point as she drawled to the leader. Maybe it would do her some good to be around other creatures for a while, though she would still make sure she was independent to an extent. Helping the strange creatures in whatever ways they needed and then running off to do whatever she wanted. Still having somewhere to sleep at the end of the day. That sounded like a good life to her.