[That stops him dead in his tracks, all but freezing in place for a handful of breaths, the tiny crimson feathers on equally small wings briefly puffing out before flattening smooth again, the only visual sign of the cold fury that boils up out of the determined grip he'd maintained on his emotions. Experiments.]
What kind of ... 'experiments'..?
[It's a tangible thing, that sudden rage. It seethes off his pale frame like heatwaves, but there's no trace of it in his voice. Not even a hint. He sounds a little neutral, a little detached. It wasn't the first time his kind had been the victims of 'experiments'. He'd done his damnedest to be certain it never happened again. Even if he'd ultimately failed, hundreds of thousands paid blood price for the suffering the bulb-bound Plants had endured. Knowing he no longer had the power or resources to make them bleed for it again didn't stop the anger.]
And who are these 'Malnosso' scientists? Is that a group? A species?
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Date: 2013-05-21 07:40 am (UTC)What kind of ... 'experiments'..?
[It's a tangible thing, that sudden rage. It seethes off his pale frame like heatwaves, but there's no trace of it in his voice. Not even a hint. He sounds a little neutral, a little detached. It wasn't the first time his kind had been the victims of 'experiments'. He'd done his damnedest to be certain it never happened again. Even if he'd ultimately failed, hundreds of thousands paid blood price for the suffering the bulb-bound Plants had endured. Knowing he no longer had the power or resources to make them bleed for it again didn't stop the anger.]
And who are these 'Malnosso' scientists? Is that a group? A species?
[He sounds calm. He isn't.]