ICE KEEP DROPPING - open; scars

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]In many instances, Feliks was grateful that his old wounds tended not to carry between bodies unless they were severe enough. There'd be no room left for feathers or fur otherwise, for whilst the male had never received a scar from battle, outside of it plenty had found ways to harm him. Capturing him, branding him, breaking his legs... most of the population seemed to be bastards, didn't they? Had he stayed with Snowbound or the Ascendants, there was no doubt in his mind that his 'friends' and 'acquaintances' would've done the same, thus repeating a cycle of violence until they were dead. The Privateer was too long lived to worry about dying at another's paws again anytime soon. Some scars were insecurities of his, others were just problems.

Caesar's outcry was what brought the gryphon to look up from what he was doing, talons flexing as the hostility grated him. Not again... this time it didn't seem right to be outraged. Stray droplets appeared to have gotten on the Head Officer from someone who looked a tad bit under the weather, if that bowel on the ground had hit Feliks he would've reacted similarly, yet with how 'under the weather' he'd been himself Feliks couldn't be bothered to deal with the discord. Standing up from his prey, kicking the half-eaten rabbit to the side whilst approaching, a quick and sharp screech emerged from his black beak. "You got anymore of that water?" he asked Technopaw after a moment of silence. "I'm gonna drown these two if I can't eat my meal in peace,". Fuck, maybe then he'd be Quartermaster and secret tensions wouldn't have to boil up like that.