10-26-2018, 04:33 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Wanted to talk... just wanted to talk. How privileged must one be to think that's acceptable? The explanation did nothing to remove the sour feeling on Feliks' tongue, even as one talked of not being 'one of them'. Even the story caused skepticism within the creature, who would so openly admit to not having loyalties unless they were lying or just didn't care? Clearly this fellow had something to care about, if they did capture his friend. "You're a goddamn donkey if you're telling the truth. All it takes are two roaming ears for your plans to go out the window, telling it to strangers who couldn't give a toss about you..." he stopped, for another donkey had taken the realm and pushed himself in the way of fire. It's a child, you shouldn't say such things. Lest he wanted history to repeat itself, Feliks figured he should listen to his conscience.
Something was wrong with it recently though, and his sympathy for one blindly rushing into things had disappeared regardless of age. "Join him in the Pitt then. Watch as dozens starve serving under vicious rule, hear their cries as they're tortured for pleasure and become just as hopeless if you don't agree with everything a megalomaniac of a leader has to say. No one who willingly contributes to them pieces of shit is gonna have anything decent to say unless they're apologising, whether they're pretending to be a hero or not,". Harsh words towards someone who'd already learnt some sort of lesson through fire, but Feliks figured it was better to get the point across whilst pain was rushing through the other. They might not be so keen to listen when fear had subsided.
His pacing stopped, the gryphon taking several steps forwards, eyeing the medication as if he was trying to burn a hole through it. Sometimes situations were too similar to events of his own life for him to be comfortable, recalling how one who caused his agony had then healed him... his talons flexed, agitated. Caesar couldn't be blamed for casting out a Pittian who shouldn't be around in the first place. Not one of those monsters, hah! His steps forwards continued past Val and his new medical subject, coming finally to a standstill some distance behind the pair. Last thing they wanted was another kidnapped youngster.
Something was wrong with it recently though, and his sympathy for one blindly rushing into things had disappeared regardless of age. "Join him in the Pitt then. Watch as dozens starve serving under vicious rule, hear their cries as they're tortured for pleasure and become just as hopeless if you don't agree with everything a megalomaniac of a leader has to say. No one who willingly contributes to them pieces of shit is gonna have anything decent to say unless they're apologising, whether they're pretending to be a hero or not,". Harsh words towards someone who'd already learnt some sort of lesson through fire, but Feliks figured it was better to get the point across whilst pain was rushing through the other. They might not be so keen to listen when fear had subsided.
His pacing stopped, the gryphon taking several steps forwards, eyeing the medication as if he was trying to burn a hole through it. Sometimes situations were too similar to events of his own life for him to be comfortable, recalling how one who caused his agony had then healed him... his talons flexed, agitated. Caesar couldn't be blamed for casting out a Pittian who shouldn't be around in the first place. Not one of those monsters, hah! His steps forwards continued past Val and his new medical subject, coming finally to a standstill some distance behind the pair. Last thing they wanted was another kidnapped youngster.
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