RIGHT TO REMAIN VIOLENT ☆ spar

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"Oh, you're back to normal! When'd that happen?" Feza couldn't say that the sight of the other being a lion again was unnerving. She had grown used to the other being barely smaller than her. It eased her fear, her fright, the terror that had formed from her nightmares. The green colored lion that would sink sharp teeth into her throat over and over and over again. The pain, the misery, the lack-of-happiness of it all. The snow leopard shoved it down. It wasn't happy, therefore it didn't matter. What even was a spar? Was it like the battle practice that the lion had hosted before? She truly couldn't remember anything from that practice, but thinking of it served Feza in the manner of moving her thoughts from terror and onto something else. There had been people there at the event. And it was an event. Feza for a moment considered it's potency for a festive event that she herself could do, and swiftly decided against it. She only threw parties for what she was skilled in. Combat and battle? Her skill set was far from such a thing. Her fluffy tail rested on the ground behind her, while her head gave a small tilt of curiosity.

The other was lacking an eye now, too. Feza knew it would be inconsiderate of her to ask about when such a thing had happened. What was it like, having only one eye? Did it hurt? She was curious, yes, but she dared not to ask. It would be rude. Rude was not happiness, it did not cause such a thing, and therefore she had no reason to look into it. "Is, is this like that little..fighting thing you did before?" The vibrant feline inquired as she moved closer. Slow movements, a little hesitant, but a smidgen of curiosity moved her forward. The term 'spar' was lost on her. She turned it over, thinking just as she had when she noticed that Wormwood had returned to his normal lion form. What had even caused him to be a short hellhound in the first place? Feza's mind absolutely loved to derail, and it did so now. Her face scrunched up a little, seeming to be thinking quite hard. Had it been one of those strange, equally rotten squirrel things? Had that been the cause for the change? "Wait, yea, fighting, it's like the last thing, yea? I could..partake, yea, yea," Feza stammered, finally coming to a halt. Her words tumbled together, her focus not quite on them. He had two eyes last time, right? Or had that just been the lion that hunted her in her nightmares? She couldn't remember, she could not differentiate. Again Feza shoved it down. It didn't matter. It wasn't causing someone joy and delight and therefore meant nothing to her. "If, if I'm allowed to, yea. Maybe watch. Again. Like last time."

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