...And The Moon Was Hungry | Bonfire

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza had shown up to the bonfire when it'd been calm. She hadn't said much after arriving, mostly amusing herself by trotting around a part of the fire's surroundings that wasn't cramped. She hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on. The fire was very pretty. Despite having icy abilities, she wasn't really scared of fire. Even the snow leopard could be chilled by the deep winter air to the point of being uncomfortable at times. A nice and warm fire fixed that. It was comfortable, really, from the distance away she was sitting from the heated flames. The same applied to the heated discussion that was ensuing. When it began, her icy gaze shifted over to watch. Briefly. It wasn't festive. She didn't want to hear it, but she didn't want to leave. She'd moved to grab a thin stick, just to hold near the fire to see if she could somehow roast it. Practice roasting a marshmallow. Something fun. Something festive. Something better than the argument that was brewing just a few bodylengths away. Numb everything away, be oblivious. It was something that Feza could do with ease.

When the fire was suddenly extinguished, the guardsman was snapped back to attention. The shouting and screaming startled her, and her feathers ruffled in response (or perhaps it equally was to accommodate for the warm flames now being gone). Her ears were pressed against her head, and her paws nervously kneaded into the ground. She hadn't been that zoned out, had she? Aurum was shouting, yelling. Not at her. For once she was not the one on the receiving end of the lion's anger - and she felt bad for thinking that, because they both had been doing better. People were still flinging each other at other people, and someone was being cared for. Hurt. Feza wished that she could curl up and just leave. That wouldn't be the right decision. Slowly the vibrant feline shuffled closer to the Proxy, the other person of high ranking present other than the two chasers that were involved in the brawl. "Is there, is there anything I can- I can do t-to help?" She asked, gaze flickering between the combatants. Who was she asking? She didn't know. Her mind was numb. She didn't want to get involved in what was transpiring before her. She didn't want to see it, but it was there. Obliviousness could not cover what she saw with her own eyes, her wings tightly pressed into her ribs. It was so dreadfully cold now, and the hostility was absolutely choking.

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