HIGH ON BELIEVING ☆ hallucination

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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As bad as her terror could get, as terrified as she became, she had never experienced a hallucination before. The vibrant snow leopard had experience with nightmares. They plagued her constantly, but she didn't try to fight against sleep. Feza already stayed up late enough with her party plans and so when exhaustion smacked her in the face, she usually listened and braced for her nightmares before slipping under. The nightmares of being killed, over and over again. Tortured and maimed and torn and bloodied, over and over again. They were common and beginning to lose their hold on her. It was constant exposure that froze her heart and steeled it, and her mind presented the fact that it was not happiness and therefore she had no place to care. Didn't stop her from being frazzled, though. It didn't stop things that happened in the waking world that barely resembled her nightmares to keep her from being startled and terrified. Never to the point where she hallucinated. Never to the point where she was about to drop from exhaustion.

"Are...are you okay? I'd really like to not go back where I'd came from," Feza said after she had approached. She had come for prey, to munch on something while she worked on her latest project. She had seen the lion collapse. She had cared not. Why should she give a single rat's tail for the lion that scared her on purpose? Why did she feel compelled to check on him? Smugly, and inwardly, Feza deemed that she liked to believe this as a way to show that she was a better person. She wouldn't strike with words about how the ever strong and absolutely malicious (in her eyes) lion was now cowering at..something. It couldn't be her. She was too small and too weak, and it had been proven over and over again that in the terms of strength and sense it was the lion that would best her time and time again. He didn't care about her, so why did she feel compelled to come and check on him when he suddenly began acting out? Yet, Wormwood had come to check on her when she had gotten close to the verge of how Wormwood was currently; but her mind refused to acknowledge it. He hated her. He was a lion, and would probably kill her if he had the chance. That was her deepest fear of the time. She didn't want to die again.

"Do you need like, water or something? To splash on your face?" Feza offered. Her weight anxiously shifted back and forth. She assumed such from how his face was covered. The vibrant kazoo-player kept her distance, a good couple lengths away. She didn't want for him to suddenly lash out due to whatever was plaguing him at the time. Feza's long tail flicked behind her, twitching in a manner that mimicked her usual nervous stance. "Or..something? If your eyes are hurting, which I can totally understand because it's been bright today, I can get you something to put over them. A cloth? I think I have some back home. I can run and get one." There were her usual rambles, mostly rid of her nervous stammers. It was channeled into her shaky twitches, her rocking form, the dilated eyes and the lowered ears. She felt ridiculous. Would he ever accept her help? She doubted such a thing, with how much that she thought that the lion despised her very existence. Yet she offered her aid nonetheless, ignoring the stake of fear that drove through her and made her want to cower and run home nonetheless.

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