08-06-2019, 12:26 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Wormwood's heart sank when Feza approached, assuming she would try to be some beacon of happiness and excitement, even when he was still in agony over these damn new wings. Thankfully, she seemed to be at least somewhat subdued right now, and he grunted at her first comment, trying to stretch out his wings again and letting out another soft whine at the soreness that spread through them from the base to the very tips of his feathers. He then rumbled softly as he let them fall back against his spine, ruffled and bloody as he slowly laid down. His body felt so utterly tired from the traumatizing process that he could barely stand, and he didn't really want to make the effort at the moment, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I know my screaming was probably loud enough, but please go get him... I feel like I'm going to fucking pass out from the pain. They're still so sore..."[/glow] He closed his eyes briefly, feeling like he could very easily just fall asleep to ignore the pain that throbbed from between his shoulder blades.
However, his eyes popped open after a moment when he realized who exactly he was talking to. Red couldn't be as helpful since he didn't have any wings, but Feza did. Maybe she had felt the pain that he was feeling right now? Maybe she knew how to cope with it, although he somehow doubted that she would be able to to communicate what to do to relieve the sting that made him want to just slip off into a painless relief. Taking a deep breath, Worm mumbled softly as he slowly pushed himself up to his paws, his legs shaking under his own weight with the newly gifted weight of the wings that was being added on, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Feza... you have wings, what was it like when you grew them? Do you know how to make this... make this stop, please? It feels so awful and sore, and it feels like I'm carrying a goddamn feathery boulder on my back..."[/glow] It didn't even occur to him that Feza could've had those wings since she was very young. Mutations just seemed so weird and new to him, and he couldn't understand a young little snow leopard kit having a pair of tiny wings on her back so young.
However, his eyes popped open after a moment when he realized who exactly he was talking to. Red couldn't be as helpful since he didn't have any wings, but Feza did. Maybe she had felt the pain that he was feeling right now? Maybe she knew how to cope with it, although he somehow doubted that she would be able to to communicate what to do to relieve the sting that made him want to just slip off into a painless relief. Taking a deep breath, Worm mumbled softly as he slowly pushed himself up to his paws, his legs shaking under his own weight with the newly gifted weight of the wings that was being added on, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Feza... you have wings, what was it like when you grew them? Do you know how to make this... make this stop, please? It feels so awful and sore, and it feels like I'm carrying a goddamn feathery boulder on my back..."[/glow] It didn't even occur to him that Feza could've had those wings since she was very young. Mutations just seemed so weird and new to him, and he couldn't understand a young little snow leopard kit having a pair of tiny wings on her back so young.
— Reggan