to be alone / rosebloods

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Another day, another strange stench lingering from the old railroad. It was clear in the hybrid's mind that there were groups in these lands that he still didn't acknowledge the existence of, and that being out of the loop of all things politics would've been a death sentence if he still held all of his ancient titles. Even now, hearing about the existence of something he didn't know about brought a sense of broken pride within his heart - a feeling that he'd managed to miss out on something so obvious stung his lion heart. As ungraceful sniffles emerged from his nostrils, noise partially clogged by the last remnants of hayfever that chose to bug him, the familiar ring-a-ding of the bell entered covered ear holes. Ah, right, he had duties here to attend to the foreigners that came onto their borders, it probably wouldn't be right to feign ignorance so he could go back to his mandatory tree-hugging Thursday fun time. The palms weren't gonna fan themselves after all, fishing for free food felt fantastic. Nah, talking's totes better than attempting alliteration, the gryphon decided in the end, pushing himself through the wonderful foliage of the Typhoon to greet this stranger. Ah, so that was where that previous scent as lingered from. He should've known that it would've been someone awaiting an audience... eh, it was too late to turn back the clock now though. Feliks' mind had been busy, he wouldn't take responsibility here for being naive. 

"Name and intentions on this territory," he spoke hoarsely, devious little smirk appearing on his dark beak as he looked towards the bell. "Oh and uh, a little request from me if that's ok. Please can you play Jingle Bells on that bell over there? I've been trying for a while to get someone to do it for me but they're all sticks in the mud,". Asking a question this time around wouldn't be acceptable, he felt, for this stranger had gone out of the way to get them a gift basket. Thankfully unable to see some of the more deceased contents even from an elevated angle, Feliks only saw the act of kindness as a way to get someone who he didn't know to let loose around the rest of the group when they arrived. If he was going to be one of the first few around, he might as well make it special for them. "I can do my own jingle afterwards, if you want,". That poor bell had seen some abuse with Feliks' suggestions, but admittedly his poorer attention span found great amusement within the irritation that the sharp dings caused others. "You a fan of rock or classical? I can play both on the bell," he huffed, sitting down in anticipation of a response. With a lot of information to take in from a fast-speaking eccentric, the gryphon wouldn't be offended if this took a while.