08-23-2019, 10:40 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"I thought shooting stars were balls of gas, not actual people," Feza mused as she came over. The mutated feline had flown over, and was tucking her wings by her sides as she surveyed the black liquid that was dripping forth from the newcomer from the heavens. It was a strange concept- even though she had wings, she had never stopped to investigate what was above the clouds. She deemed it reserved for the cardboard boxes, her gods, the almighty.
"I can go fetch Selby. I seem to be pretty good at doing that," Feza mused. She was joking about the past, where she had often been the one to rush off and fetch the medic. Of course she was. Feza couldn't be serious. It was simply an attribute that her personality couldn't convey. It was just as abstract as someone falling from the sky. Her blue eyes looked at the tattered wings, and she winced. "Because those right there, those, yea, they need to be looked at." Her tone quieted a little, and she winced. She wouldn't want her wings torn and ripped by the wind like that. It couldn't be pleasant. It had to be painful.
The snow leopard wasn't all that shocked by the colors, the coldness that was present. She was a feline meant to live in the coldest environment that instead lived in a swamp. If anything, being close to such felt absolutely delightful. Yet the snow leopard could divide her own wants from her hyperactive activities. She could barely do such a thing. It was the sight of a pain that she herself would hate to be in that made her act the slightest bit normal, the slightest bit calm, the slightest bit concerned. Her tail nervously flicked behind her, the movement accompanied by the twitches of her wings. She wouldn't want to be in a position such as that of the fallen star. "Is that black liquid, uh, normal for stars..? Do you know?" Feza inquired, her gaze leaving the sight of the torn wings to glance at Wormwood for only a moment.
//kinda rushed oops
"I can go fetch Selby. I seem to be pretty good at doing that," Feza mused. She was joking about the past, where she had often been the one to rush off and fetch the medic. Of course she was. Feza couldn't be serious. It was simply an attribute that her personality couldn't convey. It was just as abstract as someone falling from the sky. Her blue eyes looked at the tattered wings, and she winced. "Because those right there, those, yea, they need to be looked at." Her tone quieted a little, and she winced. She wouldn't want her wings torn and ripped by the wind like that. It couldn't be pleasant. It had to be painful.
The snow leopard wasn't all that shocked by the colors, the coldness that was present. She was a feline meant to live in the coldest environment that instead lived in a swamp. If anything, being close to such felt absolutely delightful. Yet the snow leopard could divide her own wants from her hyperactive activities. She could barely do such a thing. It was the sight of a pain that she herself would hate to be in that made her act the slightest bit normal, the slightest bit calm, the slightest bit concerned. Her tail nervously flicked behind her, the movement accompanied by the twitches of her wings. She wouldn't want to be in a position such as that of the fallen star. "Is that black liquid, uh, normal for stars..? Do you know?" Feza inquired, her gaze leaving the sight of the torn wings to glance at Wormwood for only a moment.
//kinda rushed oops
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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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