FELIKS' AUGUST CDC TRACKER

[FELIKS]

FELIKS — SNOWBOUND

V. FEAR - I WAS LOST IN THE PAGES OF A BOOK OF DEATH

Feliks had quite a few fears, though some of them were a little more unorthodox than others. His first fear was spurred on after being tortured. Being powerless to help himself as he was smacked about like a whelp had left the male with some everlasting security issues, triggered on a surface level when faced with something as simple as restraints. The griffon was a free spirit, feeling free to go wherever he pleased and do whatever he liked were things that kept him sane in the face of survival and any of them being compromised was like being being stabbed by a million needles. Unsurprisingly, he kept it to himself, quietly moving away from scenes when he felt uncomfortable with chains and leashes or growing increasingly snappier from stress. It wasn't the ill-intended spite that the male was known for spewing out of a talkative mouth but rather a mask to cover up for his heart. When it felt like it was bursting out of his chest, when he felt like he was suffocating and invisible walls were crushing up against his shoulders... there was no way Feliks could behave normally.

Plenty of times he'd been subject to this horrible fear, his response was always similar if he found himself as the one within the oppression. Begging, he did a lot of begging. Pride was an important part of the male's character but he would not sit around waiting for death if it meant keeping his head held high. There would always be time for revenge and shit talking after he'd gotten out of his situation, with the feeling of little ants crawling up his skin and the horrendous feeling that he was about to die clouding over his mind, it wasn't exactly like Feliks had the right frame of mind to act like his normal self in situations like that. Thankfully other fears weren't so debilitating, and whilst they weren't so entertaining to the hybrid himself, others tended to find dry amusement in his antics whenever he encountered another fear. Like a young girl seeing a bug in the bathroom, he tended to over-exaggerate and demand for the thing to be killed... but what did he fear that was animated?

Once upon time, he'd been fearful of both strangers and penguins, but nowadays his main beef with another species came with porcupines. Having once stuck his head in the nest of a porcupine, the eagle-headed beast had been presented with a face full of quills as a reward for his accidental foolhardiness (he'd thought it was a rabbit's den... someone didn't learn from Longtail). Nowadays the creatures brought bitterness to the mythological creature's emotions and sent him into a blind fury. The other animal, a little more common, were snakes. Not fearing any other reptie, not even basilisks, the male's discomfort around the smaller reptile was certainly an oddity. Being so used to colder environments, he probably just wasn't used to them, and being bit by a venomous one sometime before joining Snowbound certainly didn't help his opinion. At least he wasn't scared of strangers anymore, else he'd never have the confidence to join a clan again...

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