shut it up - [MEETING, headcount]

DANCING BEARS, PAINTED WINGS

Beaten and broken. That's how she felt, she had failed not only herself and her cousin but everyone. She didn't wish to show her face though due to her own circumstances, Sophiea didn't have much of a choice. The winged feline would approach with both of her ears pinned down against her skull, she kicked away a few pebbles as she made her way throughout the crowd with her eyes on the ground. She listened to all the voices around her but they were muffled out by the buzzing in her head, she glanced up to see Stryker and Stheno up there, she wished she had her arrows or any form of weapon to kill the both of them yet she did not or couldn't make such decisions when everyone's life was at risk or so... No.

She adjusted the wings on her side and probably should've been paying attention since the marbled head of the statue came in her direction barely grazing her head and hitting her shoulder. She winced inwardly in pain but she remained silent as she glanced over to the Condemned leader with narrowed pupils as she rose to her paws slowly trying to brush off the pain to her head and shoulder. "Ah... You are a motherfucker," She finally uttered out with a shake of her head.

THINGS I ALMOST REMEMBER
AND A SONG SOMEONE SINGS, ONCE UPON A DECEMBER

— Reggan