10-26-2018, 08:35 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]With how much his mind and heart begged for death instead of being trapped, the heat rising underneath his golden feathers as others approached was a surprise even to the male who knew his body so well. Was there really time for his brain to fluster like that? He wanted out. Now. Outer expressions of a petrified soul turned sour and bitter, as if tying to protect himself from the laughter of others. Those who approached first didn't outwardly snicker, but he swore that some must've been amused by the sorry sight. There were always those around who'd prey on the weak, even in a clan he praised, if such monsters existed here they weren't so open about their exploits. Words brought him back to reality, and back to the self-defence mechanism of acting bitter.
"J-Just get them off me, we can talk later," he spoke down to Pep, not wishing to expose further weaknesses whilst the crowd was forming. His hind leg wasn't appreciating the pressure, neither were his wings, but breaking them was the least of his concerns so long as he could be free of this. Actual, whispered snickering brought his glare from the ground, looking around for the source but only finding Bakagou, who certainly wasn't the culprit. Fuck, the sooner he got out of this, the better. "Stop asking questions!" he snapped, eyes wide. "I'll talk later, do what you need, d-don't care for burns,". Feliks hoped those responsible got a laugh out of this before he sent them into a more permanent afterlife. His tail lashed, the shaking of petrified limbs more obvious as more came to contribute to his freedom.
Forcefully the gryphon closed his eyes as Lucifer was next to approach, half-expecting the giant's teeth to sink around his neck and rid the Striker of more than just this burden. He didn't know why he thought such things, he liked the other... fear just distorted one's outlook. The relief of tension around his neck caused a sigh to escape him, so exasperated he sounded like he just finished a marathon. You're safe, you're safe, it's ok. Being his own councilor wasn't ideal, but with all the questions headed his way, it seemed there was no time for others to calm him down. Or there was no true care. Shaking his head now that he could move it, a green eye tentatively opened again to stare at Maisie, claws noticeably sinking further into the earth. Even a creature that'd grow up to be so dangerous was assisting... how humiliating.
Finally another snicker entered his ears, but by the time he figured out the source it'd grown into full blown laughter. A clear albeit hypocritical disdain for Beck appeared in that moment. If anyone else had been pranked by the other ghosts, Feliks would've had a similar reaction, it wasn't nice to have his biggest fears exploited by them though. "Help," he commanded, hoarse voice close to cracking despite the permanent vocal chord damages he suffered. "Laugh again and you're gonna wish whatever killed you had sent you to hell instead," he warned. With all the Typhoon's efforts, there weren't many vines left. It was Feliks' cue to take control of his own body and finish off the job. The Striker pushed forwards with his shoulders, extended his wings despite the vice grip over them as the last remaining vines snapped and broke.
It was only then he collapsed, scrambling in a crawl away from the tree that kept him captive, the male would lie himself down away from the plethora of pirates that'd gathered. With a poor diet the past week, it'd taken a lot of exertion to take independence. Knee looking more red over the scarring tissue than normal, the odd speck of blood appearing where thorns had pricked his skin, Feliks seemed immune to such ailments. He was off staring into the abyss, going over the questions that everyone had asked him, seeing if he could remember or even hear them past the blood roaring within his ear holes. "Ghosts. Didn't... Didn't like me," he took several breaths.
"J-Just get them off me, we can talk later," he spoke down to Pep, not wishing to expose further weaknesses whilst the crowd was forming. His hind leg wasn't appreciating the pressure, neither were his wings, but breaking them was the least of his concerns so long as he could be free of this. Actual, whispered snickering brought his glare from the ground, looking around for the source but only finding Bakagou, who certainly wasn't the culprit. Fuck, the sooner he got out of this, the better. "Stop asking questions!" he snapped, eyes wide. "I'll talk later, do what you need, d-don't care for burns,". Feliks hoped those responsible got a laugh out of this before he sent them into a more permanent afterlife. His tail lashed, the shaking of petrified limbs more obvious as more came to contribute to his freedom.
Forcefully the gryphon closed his eyes as Lucifer was next to approach, half-expecting the giant's teeth to sink around his neck and rid the Striker of more than just this burden. He didn't know why he thought such things, he liked the other... fear just distorted one's outlook. The relief of tension around his neck caused a sigh to escape him, so exasperated he sounded like he just finished a marathon. You're safe, you're safe, it's ok. Being his own councilor wasn't ideal, but with all the questions headed his way, it seemed there was no time for others to calm him down. Or there was no true care. Shaking his head now that he could move it, a green eye tentatively opened again to stare at Maisie, claws noticeably sinking further into the earth. Even a creature that'd grow up to be so dangerous was assisting... how humiliating.
Finally another snicker entered his ears, but by the time he figured out the source it'd grown into full blown laughter. A clear albeit hypocritical disdain for Beck appeared in that moment. If anyone else had been pranked by the other ghosts, Feliks would've had a similar reaction, it wasn't nice to have his biggest fears exploited by them though. "Help," he commanded, hoarse voice close to cracking despite the permanent vocal chord damages he suffered. "Laugh again and you're gonna wish whatever killed you had sent you to hell instead," he warned. With all the Typhoon's efforts, there weren't many vines left. It was Feliks' cue to take control of his own body and finish off the job. The Striker pushed forwards with his shoulders, extended his wings despite the vice grip over them as the last remaining vines snapped and broke.
It was only then he collapsed, scrambling in a crawl away from the tree that kept him captive, the male would lie himself down away from the plethora of pirates that'd gathered. With a poor diet the past week, it'd taken a lot of exertion to take independence. Knee looking more red over the scarring tissue than normal, the odd speck of blood appearing where thorns had pricked his skin, Feliks seemed immune to such ailments. He was off staring into the abyss, going over the questions that everyone had asked him, seeing if he could remember or even hear them past the blood roaring within his ear holes. "Ghosts. Didn't... Didn't like me," he took several breaths.
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