10-02-2019, 10:37 AM
As time went on, Wormwood had begun to just steel himself for Feza's antics, rather than just hoping they wouldn't happen. No matter how much he yelled at her, and no matter how much other members of the clan lectured her, she would never stop trying to pull off her odd little tasks meant to "brighten" everyone's days. Truthfully he wasn't sure he had seen a single one of her little events actually brighten anybody's day, but he was pretty sure if he pointed that out to her, she would just shrug and say something like she just hadn't found the perfect event yet, or that people weren't realizing how happy she was making them. It frustrated him to no end, but after seeing how fearful Feza was of him after the whole yelling incident and the spar and everything...? He had no desire anymore to go screaming and snarling at her, mainly just because he didn't want one of his clanmates to be terrified of him. Unbeknownst to Wormwood, it wasn't entirely his own fault that contributed to why Feza was sp scared of him – there was also a healthy dose of her own nightmare scenarios – but he had definitely added onto it with his rageful words and fiery glares. So this was why, for the most part, Worm just tried to avoid Feza, and whatever nonsense she had going on this time, but he was never actually able to. It seemed as though he was almost exclusively the first one to be affected by Feza's nonsense.
The lion had been resting in front of his house after a hunting patrol, letting the sun beat down against his back as his eyes fell shut, ready for maybe just a short nap to regain his energy. However, his nap was interrupted when something distinctly bouncy and round knocked against one of his wings, coming to rest beside him. The chaser blinked in confusion at the balloon that was sitting against his side, before gently prodding his nose against it, caught off guard by the faint scent of hay that he could smell from inside. He tilted his head to one side, wondering what the hell the balloon was and where it had come from, when another one came flying at him, this time being carried at full speed by the wind. The balloon collided almost violently with his side, its contents exploding out and splattering all over his wing and side. He let out an aggravated grunt and shifted, lifting his wing up to inspect the mess that now covered half of him, his mouth clenching in anger as he saw the vibrant multicolored hay that was now sticking to his feathers. Shaking out his wings vigorously, Worm slowly got up to his paws and sighed, already pretty sure he knew where the balloons had come from. Batting the still unexploded balloon away from himself and back into the wind, letting it bounce off onto the next unsuspecting fucker that would have to deal with it. He then turned his head towards Feza's house, heaving a heavy sigh before beginning his trek towards her strange home in the old party store.
When Worm finally arrived on the scene, he sighed at the sight of Feza laying there, clearly making even more of the little ticking time bombs to spread across the world. It was pretty obvious from the hay that was still clinging to her multicolored fur that she top had fallen prey to her own vibrant creation, and Worm wandered over to sink his claws into one of the balloons, watching it explode into hay that slowly fell down to the ground. Worm wrinkled his nose a bit at the scent – he had gotten far too used to the scent of hay as of late thanks to his training dummies, but that still didn't mean that he enjoyed it. Turning his head towards Feza, he questioned softly as he gestured with a paw to the exploded balloon, still flicking his wing that had gotten sprayed with the hay before, "Feza, what even are these? You know you're supposed to fill balloons with helium, right?" He didn't really sound angry, maybe just... tired, really. He had been getting not enough sleep for dealing with Feza's bullshit right now.
The lion had been resting in front of his house after a hunting patrol, letting the sun beat down against his back as his eyes fell shut, ready for maybe just a short nap to regain his energy. However, his nap was interrupted when something distinctly bouncy and round knocked against one of his wings, coming to rest beside him. The chaser blinked in confusion at the balloon that was sitting against his side, before gently prodding his nose against it, caught off guard by the faint scent of hay that he could smell from inside. He tilted his head to one side, wondering what the hell the balloon was and where it had come from, when another one came flying at him, this time being carried at full speed by the wind. The balloon collided almost violently with his side, its contents exploding out and splattering all over his wing and side. He let out an aggravated grunt and shifted, lifting his wing up to inspect the mess that now covered half of him, his mouth clenching in anger as he saw the vibrant multicolored hay that was now sticking to his feathers. Shaking out his wings vigorously, Worm slowly got up to his paws and sighed, already pretty sure he knew where the balloons had come from. Batting the still unexploded balloon away from himself and back into the wind, letting it bounce off onto the next unsuspecting fucker that would have to deal with it. He then turned his head towards Feza's house, heaving a heavy sigh before beginning his trek towards her strange home in the old party store.
When Worm finally arrived on the scene, he sighed at the sight of Feza laying there, clearly making even more of the little ticking time bombs to spread across the world. It was pretty obvious from the hay that was still clinging to her multicolored fur that she top had fallen prey to her own vibrant creation, and Worm wandered over to sink his claws into one of the balloons, watching it explode into hay that slowly fell down to the ground. Worm wrinkled his nose a bit at the scent – he had gotten far too used to the scent of hay as of late thanks to his training dummies, but that still didn't mean that he enjoyed it. Turning his head towards Feza, he questioned softly as he gestured with a paw to the exploded balloon, still flicking his wing that had gotten sprayed with the hay before, "Feza, what even are these? You know you're supposed to fill balloons with helium, right?" He didn't really sound angry, maybe just... tired, really. He had been getting not enough sleep for dealing with Feza's bullshit right now.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan