hint of a circle - prank

[fulzanin]

that would weigh you down and keep from floating

Feza’s first thought upon seeing the initial victim of her prank teleport away was just because of the sheer shock value. After charging forth from the water she remained standing fully still. There wasn’t a fit of laughter of triumph, or a stance that radiated the aura of achievement. Eh. This didn’t make any sort of smiling or joy present. Her mind was skewed horrifically if that was the only thing she was concerned about. She knew not of the troubles of Kiira, because they never interacted. She didn’t know of the torment that had come on due to the cold and vile claws of the Pitt: and it wasn’t festive, and so she didn’t bother to ask. Echo was new, and Feza had little idea as to who she was. They were new, and it piqued her interest in the slightest. No words had been said from her, only from the one that she had pranked. No one was smiling or happy because of this. Weren’t harmless pranks like this supposed to be funny? It wasn’t as if she had bitten anyone! As far as the water dragon could tell, no one had in truth been hurt by her prank. She hadn’t hit anyone, hasn’t even gotten close! Yes, Kiira had teleported away before she could have; but that would imply that such had been her intent. She’d even been told it had been a ‘nice prank’. Perhaps it was ironic, that her own experiences with absolute sheer fear didn’t help her understand the expressions that were before her. The only expressions that mattered to her were those not of happiness. It was a harmless prank. Why weren’t there any smiles? She felt as if whenever she had been pranked before, it had brought laughter to mind. This hadn’t done such a thing. It presented a frown on her face, tongue pressing against her teeth while her finned ears pulled closer together. The opposite of what she wanted. Great. She should have gotten out the bubble wrapped sticks and chalk instead. At least that would have brought guaranteed smiles.

Feza could not change between her forms as swiftly as she pleased. It took several long minutes of concentration for the fur of her now leopard form to fall away, her ears to segment, her gills to form, tail to lengthen, and find to grow. The same went in reverse: for her body to cloak in fur, to regain her lost height, to again adorn her fluffy wings. Feza’s head swiftly snapped around when she felt pressure present into her tail. To see Wormwood of all people looming over her, holding her down, saying with a menacing tone the same word that she had said prior, it definitely struck fear into her. He always did. Always there to tell her that what she was doing was wrong. That she was annoying. It grew hard to separate the lion that was currently hovering over her to the one of her nightmares. A lion of an equal rank to her within the group being holding her down and threatening in some way? It checked a lot of boxes. Not the good, cardboard box kind: the kind that made fear splash across her face just as it had on the ones she had pranked. Perhaps if it had been anyone else, she would have laughed and thought it to be them trying to one-up her own abilities. Not him. Her long claws pulled at the grass, trying to move away from the lion that held her down. This form was small, it was weak, and it was not as if Feza had any knowledge to fight back. Her usual babbles were nonexistent - they were struck down by the need to absolutely get the hell away.

//mobile

kicking, screaming, sinking ever slowly