glitch [★] CONTROL

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Feza couldn't say that she knew most of the people of Tanglewood. If they did not show up for her parties, the mutated feline did not interact with them. Of course, there was also people such as Wormwood, who came to see what her loud activities were. Truthfully Feza saw it as ironic, that the hellhound that frightened every tuft of fur on her body was the one that she interacted with the most. She felt like it was getting better though. If she wasn't noisy, she didn't invoke the other's shouts. It was hard for her. The noise was the one thing that soothed her: silence was such a sickening thing. Feza knew that was why she gravitated to the noise. In this instance, the noise of calling to a sleeping feline up in a tree. The snow leopard didn't particularly know what to think of the sight, and found herself trotting over. It was confusion that was spread across her face. Wasn't it a normality for cats to climb trees? She was certain that she had heard such a thing from an NPC, but Feza hadn't truly been listening to the conversation. She was all too enthralled in her own antics to care. Yet upon hearing the concern of Wormwood's tone, it was curiosity that overrode her fear, and her slow pace turned into leaping bounds.

"Is she..not supposed to be up in the tree?" Feza questioned when she came close. Her head tipped back to look at the other up in the branches of the tree, and her blue eyes squinted. Was she..fading in and out? What an oddity. Something Feza had certainly never seen before. It arose more curiosity, and a concern. Apparently she was not supposed to be up in that tree. "If she's gonna fall, I can go up there and try to get her down." Yes, Feza was small: for a snow leopard. In comparison to domesticated felines, being three foot tall was still a sturdy size. Her wings spread a little, and her feet kneaded at the ground. Snow leopards didn't climb trees; they didn't fly either. Feza saw it as not important. For now, there was the issue of someone resting up in a tree. "You think I could carry her? She's..fading out a lot. I wouldn't want to drop her." Feza's tone was concerned, her long tail flicking behind her. Could she even carry someone down? What if the other slipped through her paws? It made her a little frightened- she wouldn't want to risk the wrath of yet another one of her clanmates upon her. She moved closer to the base of the tree, walking around it a few times, trying to figure out if it even was feasible for her to get the other down. Feza-ble. The snow leopard bit down on the laugh: even she knew it would have been deemed rude in such a predicament.