| Tyche |
| Name: Tyche Gender: Female Species: Random Whorling Parents: Unknown Mutations: none Caretaker: Lakegazer Adoption Center: Everrealm |
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| Tyche loved wings... wings of any type. They were her obsession, and creatures that had them that could use them were exceptionally worthy of her undivided attention. She was a strange sort... always running around and inspecting, never happy enough to stay in one spot for very long. She had been shocked when she first came to the sanctuary. So many wings! She was having a heyday! She ran around, snuffling curiously at the winged beasts of the realm. Loki laughed uproariously as she peppered him with questions. "You have wings!" she said, snuffling into them, her beak combing the feathers apart. "Can you use them? Do you fly often? Is it fun? Huh huh?" She didn't seem to realize that Loki couldn't reply. He mrowed plaintitively, and rolled around, seemingly ticklish. He looked at her questioningly, seeming to wonder about her own wings. She caught the look. "These are appendages!" she said, swiveling her head back at them to frown slightly. "They don't work. They won't fly. I tell them to all the time, but they just won't go!" Loki rolled around on the ground in fits of giggles. He gave her a look like "you silly whorling," and then lept up into the air. He demonstrated by leaping up into the sky, performing a figure eight, and then landing back on the ground. Loki never did anything without showing off a bit first. "Nope nope," replied Tyche sadly. "Won't work. They won't listen to me!" Loki sighed loudly. Loki gave an exasperated sigh. Tyche shook her head slowly. "Nope nope! They talk... if you listen closely. They say 'Tyche my dear, you are never to use us at all.' And that's it. They don't like being used..." she added with knowing grin. She plunked off in search of other 'winged ones.' Loki shook his head, an amused grin spread across his face. Loki shook his head slowly as she disapeared into the distance. |