FELIKS — SNOWBOUND

There were many reasons to loathe those with conscious thoughts and the male had practically made a career of such despite. Going after those with wicked intentions had only brought agony onto those he sought to protect, but until backs were turned on him and it had been done out of the good of his heart. Unethical practices became targets of criticism once the bad guys had been brought to justice, and the world had found another villain to put in the spotlight - himself. Because of who he loved, because of his talkative nature, because he wasn't exactly the most moral of enemies, all culminating in a quick death and reincarnation. Things felt different than they had done previously, but with 5 years of life experience as 'Feliks' and an innate ability to not be phased by new things, an apathetic approach to loyalties reared its head in other aspects of his life. The snow crunching underneath the lion-sized griffon's paws caused a loathsome bellow to emerge from the bowels of his voice box, bad memories coming back to him as he shuffled across the land.

He half expected to see enemies surrounding him again, roaring their treacherous words as if they were meant a damn, and as a small chill bit at his spine his whole body shuddered with the memories. A sigh escaped his golden beak. Right, their opinions didn't matter anymore, they were all dead or damned, Feliks had to figure out a way to move past those many, many horrors. He raised his head proudly, confidence rushing off of him as he reared to try and see more of the flat alpines that he'd stumbled across. Nothing, too many blurred pine trees for him to be able to get a clear sight line. He'd have to find a way to compensate for such short-sightedness some way without getting some ugly spectacles, but it was just another thing that the male would have to figure out. Gods, he had so much to do, why couldn't everything just be so much easier? He'd give up sobriety if it meant just not being harrassed by such complicated needs. His hind leg still stung slightly as well in his cold, old and ugly scarring covering his whole knee up. Lovely.

"So before anyone has a hissyfit about me trespassing or whatever, just know that I'm here to join this place. Name's Feliks, don't know jack about ya culture..." I don't even know your name. "So if someone could scoot on over and give me the rundown of what I'm supposed to do then that'd be perfect,". Those related to birds weren't known for their keen senses of smells, but it didn't take a bloodhound to figure out that this place was occupied. Old tracks were settled on the ground from a variety of different animals, and unless all of the predators of the world decided to have a coalition then some sort of group lived here. "Name's Feliks by the way," he cawed in that raspy voice of his.

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ATBASH CIPHER

i should've said what i hear
i should have let myself fear

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

FELIKS — SNOWBOUND

/ oof i thought only vultures had a sense of smell worth mentioning
since birds are mostly known for their eyes more than anything, thanks for the info + welcome tho c:

Their hostilities were as clear as day, and the normally hot tempered individual found himself having to keep his beak shut to prevent a fight breaking out their and then. So many times he had been antsy towards trespassers, it was pure unadulterated hypocrisy to pretend that he was different to those others... but deep down he had to be. Brains, brawn, a natural talent at provocation, whatever he had it separated him from those 'normies', as someone a little younger than him might've said. If he was gonna be allowed to join, like he'd been expecting to be from the start due to a history of being in overly accepting groups, there was no point being bored on the scent lines. A dull mind was the devil's playground, and stagnation was something that the griffon wished to avoid for his own sake. You're better than you were before. Don't do bad things for the sake of your amusement. Snorting in a half-hearted cockiness, Feliks reared his feathered head back, corners of his beak seemingly trying to creep upwards in a smirk.

"Because I preen with L'Oreal," he bit back in quiet sarcasm, tail lashing subtly as silence enveloped the male. "Nah but in all seriousness, I don't have to prove my worth to ya darling. Sorry,". Apology feigned with a sweet tone, Feliks would turn his head towards the leader, emerald gaze softening at the sight of an injured individual. That sucked, of course it could be argued that they should've been strong enough to not get their ass beaten, but weakness was a hard thing to overcome for many. Slowly he blinked, absorbing the telepathic information like a sponge and clicking his beak in thought. A leader, he'd have to keep his wits about him then, it took one bad day for one of those to abuse their stature. "Eh, my bad, don't really have an excuse for trespassing but if you have it in your heart to forgive me I'm sure I'll be an above average clanmate,". His beak opened in an attempted grin, his lack of genuine care for his actions as clear as day. It was so, so hard to pretend to feel guilt over his actions, to him it really wasn't that big of a deal. "Good to meet you though,".

A two second glance was given to the one who remained silent before those almond shaped eyes fixated on Aizawa, digging his talons into the snow. Lucky, he was lucky to subject himself to laws and regulations when he was a free spirit? He was lucky that some leader decided to forgive him? Feliks huffed. What a friendly stranger, the lion was another contender for best douchebag on this scene but the griffon kept himself cool. Too many bonds had been severed because of him, in this new life he could not let such things happen again. Try not to let those things happen at least, he was an old dog that was struggling to learn new tricks and to change himself for the better. It wasn't as easy as those self-help books proclaimed. "Suppose I should be lucky that you're the tough guy who greeted me as well, I'd be mortified if it was someone y'know, actually tough," he mumbled. Feliks was sure that would go over with them like a lead balloon, but that stupid little smirk of his suggested he was just doing it for attention.

Maybe deep down it was something to do with genetics, having a lion's backside was sure to bring some of their competitive genes along with it and dislikes for those of the same gender but he'd be damned if he blamed his provoking on such primitive things. That made him no better than savages if he did that. "So before I get murdered by words... can I get some names? I know Atbash's now but I don't think I know the rest of you and I'm not being funny but I don't think you're gonna want the nicknames I'd give to you friendly folk,".

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FELIKS — SNOWBOUND

Birds tended to be creatures that he had preferences for. They were beautiful creatures that could flourish in many different environments, with his true birth species being a being easily mistaken for an avian it was easy to understand his bias. Even with this however, there was a great struggle for Feliks to take the little raven's words seriously, or even acknowledge her with a lick of respect that others of her kind deserved. Eyes widened in a mild surprise as he was referred to as a beast and was treated as such, flapping elongated wings defensively. "Ain't nothing disgusting about sticking up for myself. Jeez, with that type of attitude you'd think I'd murdered a puppy or something,". He hadn't just to clarify, not that he remembered doing such a thing at least. Days were fuzzy sometimes, if things got too much he found himself growing meaner, but for now he was in a state of tranquility (as tranquil as one could be when they were arguing with the locals plus insulting them... perhaps he wasn't that calm after all) and he wasn't about to let some birdbrain change that.

He prided himself on having a mentality closer to that of a human than a wild beast, but if there was one thing that kept him from going full on Animal Farm it was his stubbornness. Feliks lost nothing by refusing to learn his place, he could just move onto another group who would allow his rough around the edges attitude to shine in full force, and it was this knowledge that caused him to challenge and challenge. "Well alright then princess. May your name please grace thy tongue so I can let it sing me to sleep like a mother's graceful lullaby? I shall offer nothing but gratitude should you be willing to share thy sweet title,". A Shakespeare he was not, but the griffon's mocking coo still seemed ripe with genuine politeness and fanciness. It was all theater, the masks merging together in anticipation for the final performance which still seemed years away. Yeah, perhaps he was a bit of an asshole, but the male thought he was at least an honest one, in a world stacked with liars and thieves that was certainly a redeemable quality.

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ATBASH CIPHER

i should've said what i hear
i should have let myself fear

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound