RUSTED FROM THE RAIN ☆ wings

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]She was usually attracted by the noise of people talking. Talking meant that she could butt her way into the conversation and ramble on and on with a group. Yes, it so far was not creating a positive outlook. But! She was sure with time, it would change. If she kept on trying, results were bound to be positive, right? Just with time, if time was on her side (which she believed it was) then everything would work out. So, the snow leopard had come bounding over at the sound of noise, only hesitating when she was practically already arrived when her mind noted that it was not speech at first- no, it had been screaming. Screaming was not as pleasant a noise as talking, she would prefer talking over screams. There weren't any screams happening currently, though, and it was talking. Serious talking. She curled her wings a bit closer to her sides, slowing her pace to a slow trot.

Feza's blue eyes had widened at the sight of the winged lion. Had.. had he always had those? She didn't think so, and a brief glance was given to her own wings. They weren't the same: in color, at least. Both were feathered appendages that certainly were not meant to be on the backs of heavy mammals. Feathers were in common, placement too. Yet again, it would be rather strange to have wings in another place, like on the head? That would be humorous, Feza considered. Flying around by wings on the head. She blinked in order to refocus her deranged thoughts, shifting her weight backwards. She couldn't remember her own wings had had sprung up- it had caused her to black out from the pain as she was so young and not used to the pain. Had it been when she was little? She had absolutely no idea, and only had the vaguest notion of what had happened during the event. Such was extraordinarily little. So little to where she doubted that such an event had happened past birth.

The little that she did remember made her respect the fact that Wormwood was still up and talking. Admirable, truly. She couldn't do that. She didn't think she'd be able to take it if her wings grew in current day. Likely she'd have blacked out again. Or, so Feza thought. She hadn't ever given such much thought before now, where the bloody wings that had suddenly sprouted from Wormwood's back brought those thoughts to mind. She took a few more paces forward, and her tail dragged along the ground behind her.

"Those are a nice set of wings, uh, minus the blood," Feza weakly commented as she came slowly trotting over. That had to hurt, and the blood could not be comfortable in the slightest. The yelp that had sounded made her flinch her head backwards. "I mean, they look fine to me, minus the blood. I can go run and fetch him if, er, if your screams haven't already gotten his attention," the colorful snow leopard offered. This was a serious situation, she told herself. Act mature, get it together, don't do something stupid and hyper when someone she deemed an acquaintance was clearly in a world of pain. She flicked her tail in a vague direction behind her, as if to add on to her previous statement of leaving to fetch aid.