AND AREN'T I A FOOL ☆ training

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza wouldn’t say that she had the grandest expertise in combat. She knew to use her claws and teeth - thankfully she wasn’t that dense - but that was not all fighting was. Knowing what to use was just as important as how to use it. Feza didn’t know how to use her claws or teeth, her small size, her capability of flight. She’d never really had to fight before. Of course, in a nightmare, she had paid the price for that lack of knowledge.

“The only good surprise is a good party surprise,” the vibrant snow leopard mused as she came over. Her wings were tucked tight by her sides. She was small for a snow leopard, a case of dwarfism. Not that Feza knew that- if anything she would chalk that up as being ‘fun sized’, like candy. Yet she could swear that as a hellhound Wormwood was smaller than her. Feza wished that didn’t bring her comfort- she wished him not being a lion didn’t do the same thing. It made the fear in her heart a lot less pounding, a lot less prevalent, as she came trotting over.

//mobile track of the bee sphere

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY