PESTILENCE AND PLAGUE — crab invasion

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]With a life as adventurous as his, there were very few creatures anymore that caused alarm within the hybrid. Most of them were the exact same as cats and dogs in personality, they just happened to look different, but even with that uncanny ability to be unphased by new things the crabpocalypse was certainly... offputting. Tingles went up his feathered legs and around his neck as if the bitter crustaceans were crawling all over his body as he saw them start to attack his clanmates, yet everytime he looked back the bastards were no where to be found. Ashen beak firmly clacking together in discomfort, Feliks suddenly mad a dash towards his cabin, pushing the door open with a great force. It creaked on its hinges, unable to provide much protection from the army due to the hole at the bottom corner of it, yet the male didn't seem too fussed with that. Fuck the home, fuck the group, he was gonna save something else before it got ripped apart by vicious pincers. He yanked Daryl off of its place on his nesting area, holding the plush cat like a baby despite the desperation behind his actions. Feliks quickly rushed back out, slamming the door shut and quickly flapping his wings. They were getting closer, and the concern of getting pinched to death caused the gryphon to break out into a quick flight. He landed atop his own roof, hind legs scrambling up the uneven surface before eventually he found a place to balance his weight.

Some crabs could climb right? That meant he wasn't entirely safe, but hopefully they'd know to get the grounded targets before attempting to assault a being with flight. Carefully he placed Daryl underneath a front foot, talons creating a cage like protection over his possession. "If this was what the people of Egypt felt when they were invaded by frogs and locusts... I dunno if the Pharaoh got what he deserved," he mused to himself, emerald gaze fixated on the carnage. At least their was no plague or boils to be had from crabs, only a spoiled day and potential casualties. There sure were a shit ton of them though, Feliks couldn't help but wonder how a clanmate had managed to vex the insentient sea dwellers that much. If only his powers were working at the moment, damn being in a weakened state, damn it to hell. "Well you guys are on your own here, I'm innocent for once," he huffed, wondering if they would take his apathy seriously. He'd help if he absolutely needed to, but honestly it just seemed better to wait this out. Once the main horde had gone, the stragglers waiting in the home would be easy to pick off. Killing so many crabs here would be a waste of food, who knew how it'd effect the Island's ecosystem? "Either climb and hope to Moses they don't follow you, or run the fuck away," he suggested to those who displayed their own exasperation more liberally.