stand and rise again - amnesia

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza continued slowly moving her wings, rolling them as one did a sore shoulder. They felt odd and out of place. Their plumage was thick, just as the fur of her coat was. It was hot outside - hotter than what a snow leopard would usually take resident in. Inside her home had been a little cooler, and she gave herself a shake as if it would release the air her thick pelt trapped. Her mouth hung open a little, her mind not able to fully grasp the concept that here, in this heated environment, was where she lived. It didn't feel right in the slightest. "But I'm a snow leopard. And we're supposed to, to be all dull colored. I can't hunt if I'm all this." Her tone briefly stammered, not sure what colors she should be using. Her concept of colors had deteriorated - such things she sadly did not remember. Her vibrant colors deterred her from hunting. The snow leopard usually didn't even leave her home to eat. She feasted on old and stale candies, which only contributed further to her small stature. Candy could not create such a vivid color pallet such as Feza, but the dyes were honestly as likely a guess as possible.

Her tail slowly flicked behind her, eyes looking up when Wormwood's paw touched her head. She didn't recoil back and continued to stand there. Feza could not shake the feeling that there was something strange about this interaction. It was not important enough for her to fully feel the need to address it. She shuffled on her feet, and then winced when the lion's paw touched where the box had crashed down on her. "Yea, see, sore." She mumbled, head remained ducked down for a few moments before raising such again. Her tail sharply flicked behind her. She couldn't remember the faces of the names that were said, and a frown appeared on her face. "I'm fine, I don't need a, a 'medic'. Whoever they are."

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