Bothering the Wrong Bird

23 April 2017

07:45 < Dreamclaw> Those reply times, man...

08:37 < Gyro Feather> hiya dream

08:37 < Gyro Feather> well I wasnt around! and you were gone when i came back

08:38 < Dreamclaw> EXCUSES!

08:38 < Dreamclaw> You are just an awful bird, that's all there is to it >_>

08:57 Gyro Feather threatens to send dreamclaw the same way as that pony!

08:57 Dreamclaw laughs. "Uh-huh, sure. Grow up a bit first, then we'll talk."

09:03 Gyro Feather snorts and pushes a claw right into Dream's chest, growling. "Oh we'll see alright. We'll see you vanishing down my gullet.

09:05 Dreamclaw grabs the offending appendage with lightning-quick speed, before forcefully shoving the smaller hybrid away from him. "Don't touch me."

09:07 Gyro Feather stumbles backwards and then trips over his own hind legs, collapsing down into a heap. He oofs and then glares up at the other bird. "I'll touch you all I want. You're just the offspring of some bastard who sunk to the level of knocking up a pony."

09:09 Dreamclaw turned his beaked muzzle to glare at the collapsed gryphon and scoffed, "A pony? What are you, blind? I have no ponies in my heritage, nor is it for you to question. I suggest you get lost before I make you into a nice juicy roast of a chicken, runt."

09:12 Gyro Feather gets back up to his feet and then steps forward, past the hippogryphs head and gives him a slap on his equine rump. "Uh huh...Then what's this horse half I see back here? I know you're in denial, but you cant deny that., and that makes you no better than the rest of those horses."

09:18 Dreamclaw spins around and flares his wings aggressively, his entire body tensed and ready to pounce the offending smaller creature. The hippogriff growls "That is exactly what you called it, a horse part, not a filthy runt of a pony! My father was a strong stallion who conquered the heart of my mother with only the best physical and personal qualities. Who are you to question it, you pathetic mishap of nature?!" Dreamclaw slams his taloned forearm down right in front of Gyro and adds with unmistakable finality, "Leave now, unless you want to get a large smelly heap of trouble dumped on your flank, you worthless weakling."

09:19 < Dreamclaw> (I suggest you listen to him.)

09:20 < Gyro Feather> [sub]wai? is birb too large to go down whole? :P[/sub]

09:22 < Dreamclaw> (This one might be, yes. He is horse-sized, even a bit larger TBH, slightly below 2 meters / 6.5 feet tall at the withers. And I doubt he is going to eat you whole either. Most likely he will just beat the shit out of you and take a few of your 'gorgeous' feathers as a trophy :D)

09:23 < Gyro Feather> [sub]awwww but that'd be more fun! If he gupled the birb whole. Just think of the protien and the even more gorgeous trophy of a colorful pellet.[/sub]

09:25 < Dreamclaw> (I think stomping your useless head in might be fun enough... To be honest, I could use a pet as well, but that is more up Senir's department...)

09:58 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes dismissively as dreamclaw goes on some tirade about how he's descended from some noble line or something and then by the time the claw comes crashing down, the smaller gryphon is already half crouched. He jumps forward and slams into the other's side, with far more force than might be expected from such a smaller gryphon. His beak goes in and grabs upon the flesh o the other as he tries to find Dream's throat.

10:00 < Dreamclaw> (Also, might turn this into a fair fight if you wanna. With rolls and everything. Dream is bigger, sturdier, and stronger, but Gyro is more nimble...)

10:01 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]14[/b]

10:01 < Gyro Feather> (I think its fair if dream has a slightly bigger die

10:01 < Gyro Feather> (Say 25 :P

10:02 < Dreamclaw> (Alright. BTW, you've seen that this isn't the Dream you are used to, right?)

10:02 < System> [user]Dreamclaw[/user] rolls 1d25: [b]1[/b]

10:02 < Dreamclaw> ...

10:02 < Gyro Feather> (Ye I know)

10:02 < Dreamclaw> (I forgot that my luck sucks, at least on this site...)

10:03 < Dreamclaw> (Should have gone for the fucking 30 XD)

10:03 < Gyro Feather> ( :P

10:04 < Dreamclaw> (And here I was mostly settled on winning it, oh well. It isn't over yet. But in case you win, please do me a favor and play as rough and perverted as you comfortably can. I like it rough and hardcore :P)

10:12 Dreamclaw shouts in half-surprise and half-indignation as his ultimatum is roughly interrupted by a cowardly sneak-attack. Nevertheless, the hippogriff was mostly just posing, and his latest failed intimidation attempt left him slightly off-balance and with no means to dodge the incoming attack in time. The two reeled after collision, Dreamclaw doing his best to maintain his shaky footing as his attacker immediately got to clawing at his sides and barrel, trying to latch on and keep himself from out of Dream's reach. Gyro's beak started snapping all over the place, a second later, the larger hippogriff could feel the unmistakable sting of feathers getting torn out, as well as a bit of hot wetness on his neck - apparently Gyro was trying to secure a solid hold. Not wanting to lose so easily, the hippogriff attempted to shake off the rabid creature, but alas, Dreamclaw tripped over a rock and fell down with a dismayed holler, landing with his right side onto the dirt of the forest path.

10:12 < Dreamclaw> (25 die or 30? How willing are you to win? XD)

10:15 < Gyro Feather> (you can do 30 :P

10:16 < Dreamclaw> (not that willing then, a shame. Oh well, perhaps another time, or if I am really as unlucky as I think I am.)

10:16 < System> [user]Dreamclaw[/user] rolls 1d30: [b]6[/b]

10:17 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]6[/b]

10:17 < Dreamclaw> (huh)

10:17 < Gyro Feather> (No change in status I guess :P)

10:19 < Dreamclaw> (So continue struggling or does that mean you win by default since you won in the previous round? Eh, whatever you pick really...)

10:23 Gyro Feather finds himself feels the hippogryph collapse down beneath him and lets out a loud snarl and cry of victory, though its certainly not over yet. Gyro can taste the dry sensation of feathers upon his tongue as he reaches and grabs for the neck, but the thick feathers keep him from managing to do much more than scratch the flesh yet. He's largely out of reach of the claws, but the new position puts him rather perilously straddling over the other's wing. He knows all it will take is one good bite, do damage the other's spinal cord and leave him helpless. This time he feels his beak reach flesh and bited down hard feeling it gives way beneath his sharp beak.

10:23 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]20[/b]

10:23 < Gyro Feather> (Welp! :P

10:23 < System> [user]Dreamclaw[/user] rolls 1d30: [b]30[/b]

10:24 < Dreamclaw> ...

10:25 < Dreamclaw> (This means I win, right? :P)

10:25 < Gyro Feather> (Means you have hte advantage now anyways :P)

10:25 < Gyro Feather> (GOtta win one more roll :P)

10:26 < Gyro Feather> (In a row I mean

10:32 Dreamclaw could feel that sharp beak working away at his tough equine hide. The hippogriff's flesh was thick and sturdy, and his muscles strong, but even that won't save him for long if that runt gets to keep going at it like there is no tomorrow. With a guttural shout, the hippogriff forced his body into a roll, then another one, and another one. When he felt Gyro's talons shift in his hide and his grip weaken, Dreamclaw extended both of his wings, forcing Gyro's body just a tad bit off of him. However, that was exactly what he needed, and with a last powerful jerk he managed to get a hold of one of the gryphon's rears, before dragging him off of his back. Dreamclaw sneered, looking at the frantically flailing thing. Not wanting to waste the advantage, the hippogriff used his other foreleg to grab a hold on Gyro's neck, slamming the fucker down onto the ground and starting to slowly strangle him. "Now you've gone and done it, loverboy!~"

10:40 < Gyro Feather> [sub]you forgot to roll silly, also bbiab[/sub]

10:41 < Dreamclaw> (I was waiting on you to do it first :P)

10:41 < System> [user]Dreamclaw[/user] rolls 1d30: [b]30[/b]

10:41 < Dreamclaw> (What's up with this site today?)

10:42 < Dreamclaw> (and here I was kinda getting excited about the possibility of getting my ass kicked by a smaller and weaker Gyro, even if you aren't into more hardcore themes... damn :P)

10:56 < Gyro Feather> [sub]me brutalizing you with a snaek wasnt enough? :P[/sub]

10:56 < Dreamclaw> We never got to finish that unfortunately...

10:56 < Dreamclaw> Much to my displeasure, mind you...

10:57 < Gyro Feather> [sub]ya I wanted to finish that too[/sub]

10:57 < Dreamclaw> Well, get a hold of the snake and we can.

10:57 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d30: [b]13[/b]

10:57 < Dreamclaw> you don't even get a 30 die, silly.

10:58 < Gyro Feather> my finger musta slipped!

10:58 < Dreamclaw> You lose by default XD

10:59 < Dreamclaw> (Your turn)

11:00 < Gyro Feather> (I was getting settled...I had to deal with something)

11:04 Gyro Feather could taste the blood on his beak as he carves his way into the flesh, but before he can reach the other's spine to clip it, the bird feels dreamclaw roll over, causing an impact that dazes the little bird, but he keep shis tight grip, that is until wthe wings shift beneath him. It forces him up and away before the sharp claws grasp down on his toned rear. Gyro tires to kepe hold, but he's ripped away from the body and slammed to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. His talons reach up and grasp upon the one holding him there, choking him out while he gasps for air. His hind legs kick, tyring to keep some semblence of distance between the two but his strength is fading fast without any air. After a good minute long struggle the little bird slumps down, passing out.

11:08 < Dreamclaw> (you typing?)

11:08 < Gyro Feather> (Nope xP)

11:22 Dreamclaw grins wider and relaxes as the bird finally goes limp in his grip. he couldn't lie, those kicks hurt, especially with sharp claws Gyro had on his hind paws... The hippogriff shuddered, already imagining the pain he will feel from all the scratches on his lower underbelly once the adrenaline wears off. This runt has just signed his own fate, no way was he going to let the fucker walk out of here in one piece after what he tried to do. Dream steadily loosened his grip, allowing Gyro to weakly breath as the larger male examined the body under him. The smaller male was definitely weaker and less sturdy than him, but his physique was rather impressive, a sign of a predator... All of that didn't matter now though, all that was needed now was to decide how to pay the fucker back for all the pain that is sure to follow in the coming weeks.

The hippogriff unlatched a pair of saddlebags his attacker had on him, before unceremoniously throwing them off to the side. A weak clanking noise ensued, but the griff paid it no mind - there will be time for loot after the gryphon was rendered helpless. With a leak on his beak, the larger stallion bent down and examined the colorful plume on Gyro's head, as well as on his tail. He didn't know why, but those reminded him an awful lot of those gay stallions back in his hometown. Suddenly, Dreamclaw got an idea. It wasn't that he was particularly keen on same-gender relationships, more like him not having a good fuck in a while, as well as Gyro expressing his disdain for Dream's heritage. And what better way to redeem this then by letting Gyro feel a true equine cock, instead of those pathetic things felines had for a dick?

Rolling the gryphon over onto his belly, Dreamclaw carefully regarded the lesser male's wings. With Gyro still being mercifully asleep, Dream decided to get to work on ensuring his meal doesn't escape. Sharp talons dug into one side of Gyro's body, the sheer weight of the hippogriff pinning him down, while his sharp beak dove towards one of the limply hanging azure wings Sharp edges dug into pelt, then with a few saw-like motions broke through and dug into muscle and tendons underneath. After all, it would be unwise to let his opponent employ the same trick that allowed Dream to escape, wouldn't it?

11:28 < Gyro Feather> [sub]people are poking me for irl things. must run off I'm afraid. This is a good pausing point though ^^[/sub]

11:28 < Dreamclaw> Eh... oh well...

11:29 < Gyro Feather> [sub]how mean though, pulling off his wings! (He probably deserves it :P)[/sub]

11:30 < Dreamclaw> You won't need them where you are going.

11:30 < Dreamclaw> Gonna fuck you good and hard first though, perhaps pull a few feathers as a souvenir. Most likely they won't be as shiny afterwards...

11:30 < Gyro Feather> ~

11:31 < Dreamclaw> Then it is your star time to prove you are worth anything... as nutrients for my body.

11:31 < Gyro Feather> he'll run right through you, just watch it :P

11:34 < Dreamclaw> I regret only one thing

11:34 < Gyro Feather> what's that?

11:34 < Dreamclaw> Dream is not that much of a pervert...

11:35 < Dreamclaw> And I'd love to do things to your paws... and your cute private package :P

11:35 < Dreamclaw> Man, I'd do tons of stuff to those >///<

11:35 < Gyro Feather> eh well gyro looks so feminine!

11:35 < Gyro Feather> maybe it puts him in mood anyways

11:37 < Dreamclaw> We'll see!~