11-12-2018, 08:55 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]His mouth was gaped as he flew behind Lucifer, curses upon curses repeating themselves mentally. A plethora of fire recently reminded him of how his birth powers refused to come to life, with shapeshifting only just returning, he wanted his elemental control back. Breathing out caused nothing but a strained sound to emerge from his internally scarred throat however, following by a more vigorous flap of his wings and a squawk of frustration. Feliks didn't need his powers to fight, to kill, but they were a comfort blanket in case things went south. Besides, being surrounded by giants, when his personality didn't garner enough attention away from the lucky fucks who got to be big, sometimes using aforementioned powers were a way to get eyes on him.
Against the Pitt he wanted them too. To not just claw and bite at them, but to turn their bones to ash. When fate left him weaker than he had been years ago, he had to improvise however - for now whilst the enemies were only just figuring out the Typhoon's plans, he'd take it easier. It'd give him a chance to hover, to rest sore wings before he dropped to the ground to face both pointed teeth and ally's fire. "Alright bastards, can't get your slaves to clean this mess up for ya!" he called to the molten ground (at least it felt like it) below. Emerald eyes scoured the scene, Feliks eventually dropping in a safe patch of land to begin his search for enemies. So, who's gonna own this one?
Thoughts raced as he recalled a sorry scene of a younger Feliks, feet stomping in the ground. Right, he wasn't gonna give himself the chance to be poached again.
Against the Pitt he wanted them too. To not just claw and bite at them, but to turn their bones to ash. When fate left him weaker than he had been years ago, he had to improvise however - for now whilst the enemies were only just figuring out the Typhoon's plans, he'd take it easier. It'd give him a chance to hover, to rest sore wings before he dropped to the ground to face both pointed teeth and ally's fire. "Alright bastards, can't get your slaves to clean this mess up for ya!" he called to the molten ground (at least it felt like it) below. Emerald eyes scoured the scene, Feliks eventually dropping in a safe patch of land to begin his search for enemies. So, who's gonna own this one?
Thoughts raced as he recalled a sorry scene of a younger Feliks, feet stomping in the ground. Right, he wasn't gonna give himself the chance to be poached again.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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