08-13-2018, 10:09 PM
FELIKS — SNOWBOUND
He wasn't an active member of this group. Feliks didn't need to be, he was an independent hybrid that didn't need no clan, but there were times that the civilisations of this world needed him. Anti-authoritarian behaviours could ruffles the feathers of those used to conformity but in situations like this, it was a personality trait with several added benefits. Morale boosts, pissing off those that were trying to keep you down, with nothing to lose and everything to gain it was hard to just tell the griffon to shut its wily beak. A little too fatigued to bother raising an eye at the sight of a stranger dragging their leader into the camp (just because he did like to give morale boosts didn't mean he felt anything for those he was giving them to), Feliks' golden tinted head would slowly lift up once the stranger started talking... and talking... requesting seemingly asinine things. Cranium slowly tilting toward the other random stranger (being new to these lands, it wasn't exactly like he knew the other groups), a raspy sigh would eventually emanate from a damaged throat.
Same thing happened every time. Leader's weak, leader gets swamped, leader has a comeback story, it was like a fairy tale. Feliks had lived through his own redemption story when someone had tried to assassinate him so it wasn't like the unfazed bird was complaining about a Disney-esque takeover, especially when he held no ties to the group he'd declared loyalty to. Something that did seem a little off though was staying compliant during the whole thing... having to serve under a megalomaniacal prick just wasn't his style. "I object your honour," the bootleg lawyer cooed, stupid little smirk on his tinted face as he remained lying down. Perhaps he should've been angry, but at least he wasn't scared, right? Mortals were nothing to fear, even if he was a semi-one himself he was a fucking badass about it. Hey, you lost your powers, don't be cocky. Too late. Plumage fluffed up as if trying to attract a mate, Feliks would call out "I dunno why I object, you just look like a bit of a bitch,". His tail lashed, blown out pupils searching for a reaction to his words. Ignoring it was probably the easiest thing to do, and potentially an awful mistake if you didn't want the grizzled young vet to take this seriously.
"Like seriously, the kennel's studs must've had a field day with you, holy moly..." he tutted in disapproval, finally giving a look over towards Atbash. Though known for a rather studious albeit flickering gaze, Feliks seemed to fixate a little more so on his leader than he had done on the irrelevant. Fright... she was frightened... the griffon was sure he would've been too had he been in a similar situation, or had been met with oppression in the forms of shackles. For brief moments empathy seemed to be a given expression, though it was quickly masqueraded back into a snarky one once Feliks realised he was peeling back layers of himself that didn't need to be seen. "Quick question Fido, how many tricks do ya know? Can ya sit? Wag ya tail? Spin in a circle?" he asked, grinning as he inflated his tone with enthusiasm. Seemed like he'd gotten off track trying to make himself seem aloof.
Same thing happened every time. Leader's weak, leader gets swamped, leader has a comeback story, it was like a fairy tale. Feliks had lived through his own redemption story when someone had tried to assassinate him so it wasn't like the unfazed bird was complaining about a Disney-esque takeover, especially when he held no ties to the group he'd declared loyalty to. Something that did seem a little off though was staying compliant during the whole thing... having to serve under a megalomaniacal prick just wasn't his style. "I object your honour," the bootleg lawyer cooed, stupid little smirk on his tinted face as he remained lying down. Perhaps he should've been angry, but at least he wasn't scared, right? Mortals were nothing to fear, even if he was a semi-one himself he was a fucking badass about it. Hey, you lost your powers, don't be cocky. Too late. Plumage fluffed up as if trying to attract a mate, Feliks would call out "I dunno why I object, you just look like a bit of a bitch,". His tail lashed, blown out pupils searching for a reaction to his words. Ignoring it was probably the easiest thing to do, and potentially an awful mistake if you didn't want the grizzled young vet to take this seriously.
"Like seriously, the kennel's studs must've had a field day with you, holy moly..." he tutted in disapproval, finally giving a look over towards Atbash. Though known for a rather studious albeit flickering gaze, Feliks seemed to fixate a little more so on his leader than he had done on the irrelevant. Fright... she was frightened... the griffon was sure he would've been too had he been in a similar situation, or had been met with oppression in the forms of shackles. For brief moments empathy seemed to be a given expression, though it was quickly masqueraded back into a snarky one once Feliks realised he was peeling back layers of himself that didn't need to be seen. "Quick question Fido, how many tricks do ya know? Can ya sit? Wag ya tail? Spin in a circle?" he asked, grinning as he inflated his tone with enthusiasm. Seemed like he'd gotten off track trying to make himself seem aloof.
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