03-03-2023, 01:54 PM
ATTICUS ROUX -
Another meeting, another disappointment. Atticus Roux was not happy with the recent advancements on The Typhoon, especially with distant family nearby. The grumpy feline, though anger-laden, could not condone violence over a simple piece of territory. Upon arriving, he could only let out a sigh. Surely, there would be announcements about it and he could not help but be skeptical of the direction Tanglewood was heading in. Often times, sadly, he was the reasonable peacekeeper of many situations. It appeared this situation was no different.
As announcements came and went, the feline was practically glaring. Not out of malice, but out of attentiveness. He took each piece of info with careful consideration. From the welcoming of newcomers to the simple mask changes, Atticus paid attention with all he could muster. Needless to say, though he planned on speaking up this time about the battles, he was pleasantly surprised, especially about The Typhoon not becoming straight enemies. How odd.
The last announcement about the island caused him to frown further, but as the leader crumbled before them, Atticus shot up from his position. Though feeling conflicted about Aesior lately, he rushed forward to the cheetah's side. A yellow gaze stared down at the clearly infected wound. His light paw discarded the crusty bandage away from them with a subtle flick. "God damnit," he snarled underneath his breath.
Atticus' head whipped over towards Seven. For a moment, he offered a huff. Whatever. They were in charge. Rather than focusing on their power trip, the feline turned to the rest and started to bark orders. "Someone go grab me bayberry, horsetail, and marigold," came his simple demand. He could form a paste out of those three that could heal the infection, but it would not solve the leader's unconscious state of shock just yet.
As announcements came and went, the feline was practically glaring. Not out of malice, but out of attentiveness. He took each piece of info with careful consideration. From the welcoming of newcomers to the simple mask changes, Atticus paid attention with all he could muster. Needless to say, though he planned on speaking up this time about the battles, he was pleasantly surprised, especially about The Typhoon not becoming straight enemies. How odd.
The last announcement about the island caused him to frown further, but as the leader crumbled before them, Atticus shot up from his position. Though feeling conflicted about Aesior lately, he rushed forward to the cheetah's side. A yellow gaze stared down at the clearly infected wound. His light paw discarded the crusty bandage away from them with a subtle flick. "God damnit," he snarled underneath his breath.
Atticus' head whipped over towards Seven. For a moment, he offered a huff. Whatever. They were in charge. Rather than focusing on their power trip, the feline turned to the rest and started to bark orders. "Someone go grab me bayberry, horsetail, and marigold," came his simple demand. He could form a paste out of those three that could heal the infection, but it would not solve the leader's unconscious state of shock just yet.
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable