Omen of Death Tango
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He takes a singular step forward, before tripping and falling flat on his face. He groans, lying there for a moment and trying to figure out what tripped him. All he can see is the purple of crimson wood, not even an inch from his face.
He sits up, feathers swishing behind him as he moves. He pauses, turning and looking for the feathery sound. His elytra is already draped over his shoulders, which is…odd, but probably what tripped him.
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- Part 1 of Omen of Death Tango
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“What did you 𝘥𝘰?" Zed demanded, and Grian was promptly grabbed by the front of his sweater and lifted up to eye-height. Which was just unfair, Zed was 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 short, not Grian’s fault he had to be miniscule.
Grian instinctively tensed up and flared out his wings as he was lifted, hooked hands coming up to grab at Zed’s wrists and cling on tight enough to hurt, nearly prick skin. His legs raised, talons pressing against Zed’s stomach and chest. He probably looked ridiculous, but he knows how effective it can be for a quick getaway.
He makes an effort to not glance over at Scar when he steps closer, shoulders straightening and jaw tensing.
“What?” Grian blinked, feathered ears flicking back.
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- Part 2 of Omen of Death Tango