[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]With all the recent goings on, Feliks had wondered how easy his life would've been if he just stopped playing around with others. Would it have been worth the boredom if it meant not having to deal with prolonged moments of wrath and superbia? The journey across hostile lands had given him plenty of time to debate such things in a back and forth internal dialogue, though unfortunately whilst the treeline ahead may have became clearer with every passing minute, the answer did not. Wings beating with all the grace of a one-legged horse, the gryphon was left rather bitter at the fact that the heat was not kind to his golden back. Eyes drafted down towards the ground once or twice on his journey, perhaps catching a figure or two far too distorted for the male to bother them. The way he saw it, it was far more torturous to walk across the sands as opposed to getting whisked up by a seething beast. No, he'd have to go daring and deep to relief the steam he'd built up these past several days.
Before having time to contemplate his guts, a creamy ground had turned green, and leaves began to poke at his underbelly - a warning perhaps, that if he flew any lower Feliks would end up hurting himself. Ugh, seems like he'd have to give up flight then. Tilting his feathered appendages, the Striker swung his hind legs forward, flapping drastically slowed down so he could begin a sudden descent. Past the branches he went, reddish marks appearing between his fur where his slim figure had decided to row with some pointy sticks, some more persistent foliage sticking to him. In spite of the discomfort, Feliks found a place to land among some thick, low-hanging arms of one of the jungle's many trees. A low grumbling sound emerged from him as he shook away the leaves and twigs. Seems like mother nature was his nemesis for the second time recently.
"Mm sick of jungles," he mumbled to himself, and with such a sloppy entrance as that, it was clear that stealth wasn't a complete priority for him. Whether it was confidence or apathy that caused him to ignore cloaking himself, the world may never know. Talons gripping onto the branch for dear life as he heard a creak, Feliks slowly settled his hind quarters down, lying down in wait of a patrol or slaver or... anything really. Common sense told him not to go any deeper into the lion's nest by himself, and whilst it probably should've also told him not to come here at all, he wouldn't take to being bossed around like that by his own smarts. Perhaps neglecting his better judgement would result in profit - time would tell.
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Before having time to contemplate his guts, a creamy ground had turned green, and leaves began to poke at his underbelly - a warning perhaps, that if he flew any lower Feliks would end up hurting himself. Ugh, seems like he'd have to give up flight then. Tilting his feathered appendages, the Striker swung his hind legs forward, flapping drastically slowed down so he could begin a sudden descent. Past the branches he went, reddish marks appearing between his fur where his slim figure had decided to row with some pointy sticks, some more persistent foliage sticking to him. In spite of the discomfort, Feliks found a place to land among some thick, low-hanging arms of one of the jungle's many trees. A low grumbling sound emerged from him as he shook away the leaves and twigs. Seems like mother nature was his nemesis for the second time recently.
"Mm sick of jungles," he mumbled to himself, and with such a sloppy entrance as that, it was clear that stealth wasn't a complete priority for him. Whether it was confidence or apathy that caused him to ignore cloaking himself, the world may never know. Talons gripping onto the branch for dear life as he heard a creak, Feliks slowly settled his hind quarters down, lying down in wait of a patrol or slaver or... anything really. Common sense told him not to go any deeper into the lion's nest by himself, and whilst it probably should've also told him not to come here at all, he wouldn't take to being bossed around like that by his own smarts. Perhaps neglecting his better judgement would result in profit - time would tell.
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