~<>~ Fight or Flight ~<>~ (A Wild Chicken Roleplay)

[Amer]

"I may seem open, but I have much to tell!" He crowed.

 

[Amer]

"You just have to ask the right questions..." he continued.

 

[CHlCK3N]

"This is serious. I can tell you things. Some you may not want hear, some you may."

Petal turned around slowly. Her eyes were dark. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." she snarled, her hackles rising.

Fog whipped her head back around, glaring at Petal. She was intimidated by the older hen's posture, but she kept her cool,"I could say the same for you." She itched, awaiting for the forager's reaction. She copied Petal's posture, her beak ready to strike. She felt confused over the older rooster's words, and it almost spooked her.

 

[Amer]

"Just ask."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Perhaps not," Valor said, and strolled away, and stopped. "But does it matter, since this is surely my last year?" He walked off.

(You do realize I was talking to Fog, right?)

 

[Amer]

Well apparently Valor didn't know that

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Perhaps not," Valor said, and strolled away, and stopped. "But does it matter, since this is surely my last year?" He walked off.

Petal snorted, "I wasn't talking to you," she said simply before turning back to Fog.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Fog whipped her head back around, glaring at Petal. She was intimidated by the older hen's posture, but she kept her cool,"I could say the same for you." She itched, awaiting for the forager's reaction. She copied Petal's posture, her beak ready to strike. She felt confused over the older rooster's words, and it almost spooked her.

Petal's face was blank as she tried to think up what to do. I could simply call for help, and get this annoying hen in trouble. But that wouldn't be very fun. She scratched the ground as if unsure of what she would do, but in the second that Fog was distracted, she lunged.

 

[Amer]

Valor finally decided to go.

 

[CHlCK3N]

Petal's face was blank as she tried to think up what to do. I could simply call for help, and get this annoying hen in trouble. But that wouldn't be very fun. She scratched the ground as if unsure of what she would do, but in the second that Fog was distracted, she lunged.

Fog gave a low screech, attempting to dodge the older hen's attack, but she was too slow. Feeling the wrath of the forager, she attempted to peck at her eyes, trying to dodge any blows. Trying.