SMOKE & MIRRORS — MEETING 08.27

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]In comparison to the leader, Feliks looked a little better than he had done when he'd first arrived in his third new home of the month. All that travel had put strain on the griffon, it was a miracle what a little bit of sleep could do every once in a while. He seemed more alert, less sensitive, and helluva lot more mischievous. Slinking over to the meeting place, for minutes the male sat there on his lonesome in relative quietness, humming an old nursery rhyme as he waited to hear what Pincher had to say. As soon as the Captain had finished listing off the names, a foreboding silence enveloped the hybrid. Eyes narrowed, feathers ruffled, and he pointed his beak so far in the air he could've been sniffing God. Now, the problem wasn't that he had no clue who any of the other newcomers were, but rather... his name wasn't on the list. "Oi! That important shit better be announcin' good old me as a newcomer too, I need some newbie privileges too ya know?" Feliks called the other out. It was irritating but not the end of the world, and thus, he didn't sound all too offended in his words.