[The birds all eye her hand warily, heads tilting side to side, wings ruffling. One of them steps forward, their feathers had a greenish blue tint to them in the light. Their leader perhaps. They do not strike, but they are looking between Blaze and the hand suspiciously.
Shadow doesn't say anything to her claim. It doesn't have anything to do with being enemies or not. He simply doesn't want to associate with anyone related to the world the other with his face is from. He's tired of seeing or hearing the constant reminders of who he's not.]
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Shadow doesn't say anything to her claim. It doesn't have anything to do with being enemies or not. He simply doesn't want to associate with anyone related to the world the other with his face is from. He's tired of seeing or hearing the constant reminders of who he's not.]