03-03-2023, 02:18 PM
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ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC
Touch.
As a paw was laid down onto his chest, periwinkle eyes opened up to the world. Romulus' gaze swiveled towards Plexus. Immediately, he knew something was wrong. Eyes started to shake and his paw's clenched as he tail started to waver. The medic spoke instantly. 'Gone,' he said. They were gone. All of them. Byriath, Diego, Saturn... The ones that had cherished him. The ones he could consider family.
Rage started to bubble up inside, but he could not act out on his frustration. The only thing he could do was unsheathe his claws, resheathe them, and pray. For a moment, sparks lit on the tips of his horns, but became smoke instantaneously. He could not move. He could not fight. He could no longer have a voice with Byriath gone. The agony began to set back into his heart and mind. Romulus, once again, was lost in his own mind. What was once his biggest weapon and a comforting ally was now his biggest enemy.
He had to escape. He had to move. There had to be something Plexus could do... Something he could do... His progress over the last few days had been satisfying, but now it appeared to be a detriment. Romulus could not move quick enough. For once, the kingpin was impatient. A rescue mission was needed and he could do nothing but lay here, motionless and silent. So, what would he do?
Quite simply, nothing.
His thoughts would fester and his mind would rage, but he would not move. Romulus could not. Instead, the others would have to act. Plexus had to understand that. The wanderers had to, didn't they? With rest gone and Romulus recovering, they had to act. Those who stepped up would be cherished when he hopefully recovered, especially Plexus' daily sacrifice and Diego's nonchalant return to save his brother. That, though, was if they returned... and they had to.... or else.
In the meantime, Romulus let his mind wander. Something was not right. Everything felt coordinated. His downfall was chance, but the attack on his animals felt calculated. He could not quite tell if the idea was paranoid, but it fueled him. Claws on dark paws continued to flex in their position as he let his mind wander.
With eyes still looking back up at Plexus, they started to well. Despair and a tinge of anger flooded his system, knowing he lost his support. He could no longer have a voice. Byriath was gone and the rest of his family had disappeared into the unknown. They were no longer here for him. So, he let himself go. The kingpin could no longer keep the façade of stoicism.
Crocodile tears flowed down onto his cheeks as his he started to blubber. Rather than screaming, he wheezed deeply and let his head fall into his chest. Romulus could do nothing more but cry. The rest would have to step up.
As a paw was laid down onto his chest, periwinkle eyes opened up to the world. Romulus' gaze swiveled towards Plexus. Immediately, he knew something was wrong. Eyes started to shake and his paw's clenched as he tail started to waver. The medic spoke instantly. 'Gone,' he said. They were gone. All of them. Byriath, Diego, Saturn... The ones that had cherished him. The ones he could consider family.
Rage started to bubble up inside, but he could not act out on his frustration. The only thing he could do was unsheathe his claws, resheathe them, and pray. For a moment, sparks lit on the tips of his horns, but became smoke instantaneously. He could not move. He could not fight. He could no longer have a voice with Byriath gone. The agony began to set back into his heart and mind. Romulus, once again, was lost in his own mind. What was once his biggest weapon and a comforting ally was now his biggest enemy.
He had to escape. He had to move. There had to be something Plexus could do... Something he could do... His progress over the last few days had been satisfying, but now it appeared to be a detriment. Romulus could not move quick enough. For once, the kingpin was impatient. A rescue mission was needed and he could do nothing but lay here, motionless and silent. So, what would he do?
Quite simply, nothing.
His thoughts would fester and his mind would rage, but he would not move. Romulus could not. Instead, the others would have to act. Plexus had to understand that. The wanderers had to, didn't they? With rest gone and Romulus recovering, they had to act. Those who stepped up would be cherished when he hopefully recovered, especially Plexus' daily sacrifice and Diego's nonchalant return to save his brother. That, though, was if they returned... and they had to.... or else.
In the meantime, Romulus let his mind wander. Something was not right. Everything felt coordinated. His downfall was chance, but the attack on his animals felt calculated. He could not quite tell if the idea was paranoid, but it fueled him. Claws on dark paws continued to flex in their position as he let his mind wander.
With eyes still looking back up at Plexus, they started to well. Despair and a tinge of anger flooded his system, knowing he lost his support. He could no longer have a voice. Byriath was gone and the rest of his family had disappeared into the unknown. They were no longer here for him. So, he let himself go. The kingpin could no longer keep the façade of stoicism.
Crocodile tears flowed down onto his cheeks as his he started to blubber. Rather than screaming, he wheezed deeply and let his head fall into his chest. Romulus could do nothing more but cry. The rest would have to step up.
ROMULUS MALUS
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