08-28-2019, 08:24 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Feza hadn't been expecting anyone to show up on her porch. She wasn't making any sort of noise, and she was keeping her activities and festivities to herself. The snow leopard still had one of the crude wind chimes on her porch, but had taped the bells to the side so that the clanging was only that of the bells hitting each other. A little less noisy, but still noisy all the same. Her reaction to Leroy's approach was slow, finishing a tying together of the tinsel before even raising her head. The snow leopard hadn't met him before. What even was his name? Who was this? Feza didn't even know that he was second in command of the group. Perhaps if she was engaged in more conversations, once that weren't solely about telling her off, she supposed that she would know who this was.
Feza's expression fell a little. So even this task, this quietly done task of weaving together tinsel, was considered 'reckless' in the eyes of her clanmates. Her feathered wings pulled closer to herself. A response, the snow leopard tried to think of one. Instead she broke out into a laugh, her claws sliding forward from their sheathes. "Oh, it's nothing! It's nothing!" She insisted, a paw then reaching up to be licked and then scrub her face. "I'm just- just doing the usual party stuff! I have a big day tomorrow!" Then she spread the worst fake smile one could manage, and shuddered furiously.
Feza was an awful liar. She'd never lied to save her own pelt. The truth, the snow leopard did value the truth. It was almost as valued as her parties. Lies weren't something that Feza ever felt like she had to do. Her mind couldn't keep up with lies, it had no place in her chaotic and optimistic eyes. She wasn't even throwing a party for these tinsel hats, she was just making them as gifts. Sort of. Maybe she could hand them out as party favors. Then the snow leopard cringed inward on herself, her blue eyes squinting shut. No. That wouldn't work. No one would come. All the effort would be for nothing. She couldn't grasp the hint that had been given to her, that no one wanting these things should be a hint not to do them.
Her head snapped upwards when she noticed the lion that had said such a thing come over. Feza's frame froze still, her tired blue eyes widening in a surge of absolute terror. Exhaustion and the nightmare, it all coupled together with her already present fear of the larger mutated feline. Feza recoiled backwards, downwards, crouching closer to her project. Here it came. Here came more belittlement. Her mind could already guess the words that were going to be said. 'Feza, what the fuck is this? There's scraps of tinsel everywhere and it's annoying everyone!' Yes, she could hear that, and the lion hadn't even spoken yet. The mutated feline was shaking, her eyes wide and pupils thinned out to the width of paper.
"I-I'm not..doing anything," the snow leopard said. Her voice was tensed, and her blue gaze had settled on the lion's paws. She felt the nightmare's pain surge up. Teeth on her throat, claws raking through her pelt. Pain and blood, her wings probably had been severed, right? The feathered limbs tucked closer to her sides, and her slight shaking grew worse. When the lion had arrived, her statement of doing this for a party vanished. A lie, the snow leopard was willing to lie at the moment. It was such a distasteful thing, but in her terror it was the one thing Feza could think of doing. She didn't want the nightmare to become a reality.
The snow leopard was pressing herself against the floor, her gaze nearing unblinking. "E-everything's fine! Yea, everythings fine I'm not doing- I'm not doing anything." Her tail had gone stiff behind her, where usually the limb swished back and forth. Her tone was strained, tired, fearful. If she denied doing something for the parties the lion before her so deeply detested, then there would be no pain, right? Feza wasn't sure. She didn't want to risk it. She didn't want the nightmare to be reality. That sort of pain couldn't be real. That sort of loneliness, it already felt like it was present.
Feza, despite all her party throwing, had only truly interacted with the lion before her on consistent occasions. The lion that was angry at her, the lion that she had absolutely no doubts could make the pain of her nightmare a reality. Loneliness, it was already here. It hurt already, but it was a different pain. It wasn't teeth and claws against her fur. Rather, it was a deep and aching longing within her, and it hurt almost as equally as the fear that was surging through her tired self. She slowly reached forward with a paw, to grab some of the tinsel she had yet to work on, and tucked it under her fluffy self, as if trying to hide it. "You can- you can ask the cardboard boxes, I'm not doing anything."
Feza's expression fell a little. So even this task, this quietly done task of weaving together tinsel, was considered 'reckless' in the eyes of her clanmates. Her feathered wings pulled closer to herself. A response, the snow leopard tried to think of one. Instead she broke out into a laugh, her claws sliding forward from their sheathes. "Oh, it's nothing! It's nothing!" She insisted, a paw then reaching up to be licked and then scrub her face. "I'm just- just doing the usual party stuff! I have a big day tomorrow!" Then she spread the worst fake smile one could manage, and shuddered furiously.
Feza was an awful liar. She'd never lied to save her own pelt. The truth, the snow leopard did value the truth. It was almost as valued as her parties. Lies weren't something that Feza ever felt like she had to do. Her mind couldn't keep up with lies, it had no place in her chaotic and optimistic eyes. She wasn't even throwing a party for these tinsel hats, she was just making them as gifts. Sort of. Maybe she could hand them out as party favors. Then the snow leopard cringed inward on herself, her blue eyes squinting shut. No. That wouldn't work. No one would come. All the effort would be for nothing. She couldn't grasp the hint that had been given to her, that no one wanting these things should be a hint not to do them.
Her head snapped upwards when she noticed the lion that had said such a thing come over. Feza's frame froze still, her tired blue eyes widening in a surge of absolute terror. Exhaustion and the nightmare, it all coupled together with her already present fear of the larger mutated feline. Feza recoiled backwards, downwards, crouching closer to her project. Here it came. Here came more belittlement. Her mind could already guess the words that were going to be said. 'Feza, what the fuck is this? There's scraps of tinsel everywhere and it's annoying everyone!' Yes, she could hear that, and the lion hadn't even spoken yet. The mutated feline was shaking, her eyes wide and pupils thinned out to the width of paper.
"I-I'm not..doing anything," the snow leopard said. Her voice was tensed, and her blue gaze had settled on the lion's paws. She felt the nightmare's pain surge up. Teeth on her throat, claws raking through her pelt. Pain and blood, her wings probably had been severed, right? The feathered limbs tucked closer to her sides, and her slight shaking grew worse. When the lion had arrived, her statement of doing this for a party vanished. A lie, the snow leopard was willing to lie at the moment. It was such a distasteful thing, but in her terror it was the one thing Feza could think of doing. She didn't want the nightmare to become a reality.
The snow leopard was pressing herself against the floor, her gaze nearing unblinking. "E-everything's fine! Yea, everythings fine I'm not doing- I'm not doing anything." Her tail had gone stiff behind her, where usually the limb swished back and forth. Her tone was strained, tired, fearful. If she denied doing something for the parties the lion before her so deeply detested, then there would be no pain, right? Feza wasn't sure. She didn't want to risk it. She didn't want the nightmare to be reality. That sort of pain couldn't be real. That sort of loneliness, it already felt like it was present.
Feza, despite all her party throwing, had only truly interacted with the lion before her on consistent occasions. The lion that was angry at her, the lion that she had absolutely no doubts could make the pain of her nightmare a reality. Loneliness, it was already here. It hurt already, but it was a different pain. It wasn't teeth and claws against her fur. Rather, it was a deep and aching longing within her, and it hurt almost as equally as the fear that was surging through her tired self. She slowly reached forward with a paw, to grab some of the tinsel she had yet to work on, and tucked it under her fluffy self, as if trying to hide it. "You can- you can ask the cardboard boxes, I'm not doing anything."
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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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