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Originally Posted by Soddenfur
Collin approached Drift with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" he said coldly, eyes intense with contempt. The tamer had his pistol in its holster, ready to threaten him if he didn't stand down. The screech made his ears ring painfully, although he tried to conceal it with another layer of sheer hatred.
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He slightly paused for a moment when he saw the trainer approach him. He had been here for so long, that he had learned to understand most of what they would say. It really was a pain that he couldn't reply back. He glared at him with his golden and unblinking age. He opened his black bean again, about to screech another time, when he noticed his wings were trembling slightly. Clicking his beak shut, he stilled them, his tail lashing behind him as he screeched again, a bit noticeably softer. Drift didn't care if the person had a pistol drawn. Maybe he would shoot him. Maybe even kill him. That was always better than having to deal with this place.