08-08-2019, 10:02 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Feza had not noticed Wormwood approach. Her distraction was clear, mostly from sleep. She was less attentive, the energy that usually allowed for her to bound across the territory and wildly blather to anyone that was (or was not) willing to hear her. The pep in her step, the eternal joy was, for the moment, diminished.
She flinched at the touch of the other's tail, and her vibrant fluff stood on end. Feza snapped her head over, and took a few slow blinks in order to shake the grogginess away long enough to figure out who this was. Oh. Wormwood. The person that had been insistant of how her kazoo class was 'bad'. She still couldn't quite grasp how that was possible. Who didn't love music? Who didn't love tiny instruments? Who didn't love classes at 2 in the morning? Who didn't love the beach. They were all questions the snow leopard could not answer, they still didn't click quite right in her mind.
More so it hadn't made sense until the night prior. Maybe people didn't like a party every single night. Maybe people didn't like fliers, or her shouting loudly at people as she went flying on past. Maybe they had plans prior. The concept of hating the kazoo was far, far off to her, but for the moment the snow leopard was vaguely able to grasp concepts that never before were fathomable. People here didn't like parties all the time. Outrageous. She had no idea that was possible until last night. Her hopes had been set high by the turn out of the kazoo class, that people would at least show up. They'd been dashed by the most recent.
"Oh, hey Wormwood." Feza said, her head lowering to rest back on the ground. It was warm, which was nice. It did not help her combat the feelings of exhaustion that tugged at her, the feelings that made it incredibly hard to keep her eyes open. It's nothing, really. Just had an uh..a long night is all. My kazoos fine though, thanks for asking." Her tail slowly swished behind her while her gaze turned to the mouse. "Here, do you want this? I'm not feeling all that hungry, and you're right here so, so, yea. Want this?" The pink snow leopard offered, raising her head in order to give a curious tilt before resting against the ground once more. Why not offer it to the larger feline if she wasn't going to be eating it? That would be considerate, she had thought, and therefore had done so. Her tone was lower than usual, more distraught, more tired. It lacked the upbeat and sporadic tone changes that her voice usually had: where the snow leopard would stammer as her mind raced faster than her mouth would allow. Feza tucked her wings closer to her sides, and nudged the item of prey a little closer to the lion. "Here," she again repeated after her head jerked upright in attempt to stay awake.
She flinched at the touch of the other's tail, and her vibrant fluff stood on end. Feza snapped her head over, and took a few slow blinks in order to shake the grogginess away long enough to figure out who this was. Oh. Wormwood. The person that had been insistant of how her kazoo class was 'bad'. She still couldn't quite grasp how that was possible. Who didn't love music? Who didn't love tiny instruments? Who didn't love classes at 2 in the morning? Who didn't love the beach. They were all questions the snow leopard could not answer, they still didn't click quite right in her mind.
More so it hadn't made sense until the night prior. Maybe people didn't like a party every single night. Maybe people didn't like fliers, or her shouting loudly at people as she went flying on past. Maybe they had plans prior. The concept of hating the kazoo was far, far off to her, but for the moment the snow leopard was vaguely able to grasp concepts that never before were fathomable. People here didn't like parties all the time. Outrageous. She had no idea that was possible until last night. Her hopes had been set high by the turn out of the kazoo class, that people would at least show up. They'd been dashed by the most recent.
"Oh, hey Wormwood." Feza said, her head lowering to rest back on the ground. It was warm, which was nice. It did not help her combat the feelings of exhaustion that tugged at her, the feelings that made it incredibly hard to keep her eyes open. It's nothing, really. Just had an uh..a long night is all. My kazoos fine though, thanks for asking." Her tail slowly swished behind her while her gaze turned to the mouse. "Here, do you want this? I'm not feeling all that hungry, and you're right here so, so, yea. Want this?" The pink snow leopard offered, raising her head in order to give a curious tilt before resting against the ground once more. Why not offer it to the larger feline if she wasn't going to be eating it? That would be considerate, she had thought, and therefore had done so. Her tone was lower than usual, more distraught, more tired. It lacked the upbeat and sporadic tone changes that her voice usually had: where the snow leopard would stammer as her mind raced faster than her mouth would allow. Feza tucked her wings closer to her sides, and nudged the item of prey a little closer to the lion. "Here," she again repeated after her head jerked upright in attempt to stay awake.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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