the mortal boy king / captured

[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]in his days living in the typhoon, the young soothsayer had not once thought of leaving. the island was his home, the one place he loved in the world, the one place he had people he cared about and people that cared for him. at times, in fleeting moments, he thought it would be nice to travel the world, but never did he act on it or take the thought further. the typhoon was his home.

it was on a day that junji had been wandering the island that he was taken. padding leisurely to the railroad gate to check for joiners, he spotted a creature much larger than he; though deep down he felt a twinge of fear upon the beast, he went on toward them, and then...

in the sands by the gate there was a sign of struggle, wings and paws flailed about on the beach, and the scent of the pitt strong as it drifted off the island.

[Luciferr]

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The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of [i]horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart[/i]

the dragon was scant seconds late to do anything but he scented the area - and Junji had indeed been taken in the struggle and by Pittians the loathsome scum of the earth that they were had taken yet another of their number - this was it, their could be no inaction to this.

he'd speak to pinch - even go their himself if he had to.

LARGE DRAGON — HELLION [5FEET] — TYPHOON / REAVER — PLAYLIST — TAGS

[the trash man]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]the island was where linux was born, the land to which she belonged to. cheesy things like those were nice, but in all honesty the snowy child did actually kind of believe those weird things. naive, closed off from the real world - the kitten didn't understand that there were mean-spirited people who would actively seek to rip you away from your home and make your life a living hell. because why would they do that? linux had no sense of politics yet, no sense of enemies and allies, only the sense of right and wrong. admittedly lots of times the alabaster linux knew that she was leaning towards wrong whenever she shouted, stole or lied. but this was a whole other level of wrong. it was scary.

bumbling up behind the heavier steps of lucifer, eyes widened in clear fear in the aftermath of junji's struggles. "wh-what the hell? those are junji's feathers, but that's not his scent though. i-it's not typhoon either!" clueless as to what another group could be like, linux couldn't name the scent. but in her mind, outside groups got that one bit more scary. "we gotta, gotta tell uncle pincher right? we gotta tell him right now! or caesar, or anyone!" the others would make it better, the guys who were more experienced and more helpful. even lucifer.

[Luca]

Luca had travelled a lot in the past. It was necessary, really, it was hard to stay in a place peacefully when you were being hunted for all sorts of crimes. That was in the past now, though. The Typhoon was his home, the people here were nice to him, and he was reluctant to leave again. He would be lying if he said that the thought hadnt crossed his mind though, especially after his... tantrum the other day. He still hadn't forgiven himself for hurting the others, he doubted he'd ever be able to forgive himself. God knows he hadn't managed it in the past.

His pawsteps were soft as he followed behind Lucifer and Linux, his good eye steely and lips pulled tight with stress. Of all the people to be captured... why did it have to be Junji? Guilt tugged at his heart and he frowned, turning to gaze to stare at his paws as pink claws dug into the sand. His fault, it was his fault. If Junji came back and he was never the same, if he was broken and irreparable, then Luca would have to live with the thought that he did that to the pretty angelic feline. The smell of the Pitt was sickening, twisting around his mind. He almost didn't notice the furious flames that licked along his paw pads and the surface of his tongue.