fifty-fifth labyrinth
Aug. 29th, 2012 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[It's early in the morning when a small racket of noise breaks out on the journal. It starts with the frantic flapping of wings, the clattering of claws, and then, after a few moments, the sharp sound of something shattering.
That's nothing really, compared to the high-pitched crowing that comes after.
Good morning, Paradisa, enjoy the wake up call.
Felix himself isn't all that pleased with it, given he's the source off all this noise, whether he wants to or not, having woken up his morning as, of all things, a rooster. Adjusting to the wings is difficult enough.
There are feathers all over the lobby by now. ]
((ooc: Loss start! He won't have much to say here, but uh....feel free to react EDIT: I changed it so he's in the lobby for direct interaction, herp derp.))
That's nothing really, compared to the high-pitched crowing that comes after.
Good morning, Paradisa, enjoy the wake up call.
Felix himself isn't all that pleased with it, given he's the source off all this noise, whether he wants to or not, having woken up his morning as, of all things, a rooster. Adjusting to the wings is difficult enough.
There are feathers all over the lobby by now. ]
((ooc: Loss start! He won't have much to say here, but uh....feel free to react EDIT: I changed it so he's in the lobby for direct interaction, herp derp.))