[ Wrathion wonders, idly, what those from Azeroth would think if they saw him thusly accused of belonging to this man -- and of being in the way on a main road.
Truly demeaning.
He catches Lan Wangji's gaze and narrows his eyes, gives a more begrudgingly soft grumble of assent and flares his wings a little to try and... encourage those around him to give him room. If they want him to move they need to allow him space. Titans, what is wrong with people?
Once a few shuffle back he begins to inch forward, lashing his tail unhappily to try and encourage more of them away.
Please. He is not opposed to leaving. He would love to get away from him and toward the nest if they would only let him.
A child steps forward, desperate to touch his wings, and Wrathion's enormous head turns to glower at it.
These children truly have no manners -- correction, these people have no manners. He saw that man with a pitchfork. ]
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Truly demeaning.
He catches Lan Wangji's gaze and narrows his eyes, gives a more begrudgingly soft grumble of assent and flares his wings a little to try and... encourage those around him to give him room. If they want him to move they need to allow him space. Titans, what is wrong with people?
Once a few shuffle back he begins to inch forward, lashing his tail unhappily to try and encourage more of them away.
Please. He is not opposed to leaving. He would love to get away from him and toward the nest if they would only let him.
A child steps forward, desperate to touch his wings, and Wrathion's enormous head turns to glower at it.
These children truly have no manners -- correction, these people have no manners. He saw that man with a pitchfork. ]