RIGHT TO REMAIN VIOLENT ☆ spar

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"That's something that can happen?" Feza mused after a few more seconds of pause. Her head had turned when Crow approached, offering up a smile. She hadn't really interacted with the leader much. It made sense to her: he was the leader and a leader absolutely had to be busy. Feza felt as if she almost could relate. It was with those dreams where she felt like she was supposed to be leader, but had no idea what she was doing. There was a lot more important things for a leader to be doing. Very busy! Her smile remained on her face, then turning to look at Crowley. "Isn't this what this is for? For, for the, uh, learning? Yes, yea, yea, yes." The vibrant feline stammered.

When the offer to spar against Wormwood finally did sink her - as her mind had glossed right over it upon the other two's arrival before returning the thought to her - she briefly stiffened up. "Well I'm..I'm glad you figured out how to turn back. 'Cause uh. Couldn't have been comfortable to be in someone else's body. Or a different one." Feza couldn't quite grasp how it felt to be in a form other than her own. Yes, her thick fluff was annoying on hotter days. It left her to bake in the sun and stay inside. It was fine with her: it allowed her the time to plan out her partying ideas. Feza wouldn't change her body for another form, not if she could help it. "Powers? I don't, I, ah, uh, don't have none of those." Feza waved a paw in a dismissive manner. She still kept away from the aspect of fighting. Why? She wasn't sure. It was probably those silly nightmares: the terror of being held down and ripped apart by a similar lion form. To be impaled and bleed, to be torn apart and decapitated. Wouldn't it be rude if she declined?

"Okay. Okay. Yea. Sure. I'll..yea." The vibrant feline stammered. The smile on the other's face, what was that for? It was sly, which she could only briefly grasp as being the description for such an expression. Her wings unfolded from where they had pressed against her sides. She was told to make the first move, too. And not severely hurt the other. As if she would do such a thing! Pain was not joyful. Not to her, at least. Some people found joys in being miserable, a concept that Feza knew that she would never be able to comprehend. She followed after the lion, moving a good couple lengths away. "I've never sparred before, so just..yea." Feza quickly realized that she had been using such an ending phrase far too much. It hinted at her nervousness, her choice of a stutter term. It was a form of 'yes', therefore it was a positive term.

Feza shuffled on her feet. Had she ever instigated a fight against another before? If she had, she couldn't remember. The fights in her nightmares were never started by her. She hadn't ever been the one to begin the fight, to strike the first blow. Did the comment of severely injure mean that she was supposed to be using her claws and teeth? Wouldn't that hurt him, though? She was rather certain that her glitter-glue coated claws wouldn't even cut skin. They were practically rounded due to the substance. The snow leopard remained stiff and rigid for a couple moments longer. Those sporadic thoughts of hers were good for party planning. Not for coming up with a way to fight against others. Thinking too much, overthinking. She sharply shook her head and decided that she'd just have to come up with the tactics as she went. That was the point, right? Learning? She had never done this before, and needed to learn. There she was, overthinking it again! The snow leopard's wings flapped and sent her forward. Charging, and then swinging herself to the left. Then she again turned, trying to swat at Wormwood's side, before her wings then flapped to send her small form backwards and away.

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