05-08-2023, 01:34 AM
NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ feline ♡ tags ◇ typhoon captain
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Sherbet, in his infinite wisdom, decided he'd lead the party he's the Capatin, it's his damn right, leg or no leg. His small visage stark against the strange jungle the Tanglers lived in, a snarl frozen on his face. Stalking closer, closer, closer all he could think was of that damn hurricane, that damn storm, that fucking island. He made peace with his decision, his mistake. Knowingly risking his life, he morbidly wondered if he had a death wish maybe, maybe not, would he rather be eaten alive or slain in battle, the choice isn't very hard to make, his eyes darting about as he signaled for the rowdy raiders to start fanning out.The village was in sight. So, perfectly perfect and ready for Typhooners to wreck havoc.
His thoughts raced as he once again felt his own four paws — three fucking paws — itch with the urge to run, roll over, and give up what they'd claimed. He can't go back on what he said, he ain't no quitter in this state, all he can do is overthink, fear, hate, does he even truly hate Aesior, does he even want war with Tangle? He doesn't know, and maybe he never will.
His baleful pastel green eyes narrowed as he surveyed for the housing he needed, the one cat in particular he knew he needed to dive for as he shrilly boomed, "TYPHOONERS ATTACK!" He darted away from the resounding cry behind him as he started dodging bodies, those confused momentarily by the attack and those aiming for him. His moves frantic as he watched his own people, his own crew, keeping an eye on when he needed to announce the taken hostage they planned on.
Ungracefully diving, he stumbled underneath a large animal he scarcely saw, his vision narrowing, his bones quivering, his heart throbbing.
Painfully beholding, he seen his target. Aesior scrambling out onto his porch.
Hatefully growling, a horrible sound he never knew he could make, Sherbet flung himself at the other, his claws outstretched as he attempted to tackle the gray tom, awaiting being thrown away, awaiting pain, awaiting punishment for his shitty decisions. He deserves to be hurt, to bleed, to feel his breath stutter, sputter,
stop.
Maybe he did have a death wish
His thoughts raced as he once again felt his own four paws — three fucking paws — itch with the urge to run, roll over, and give up what they'd claimed. He can't go back on what he said, he ain't no quitter in this state, all he can do is overthink, fear, hate, does he even truly hate Aesior, does he even want war with Tangle? He doesn't know, and maybe he never will.
His baleful pastel green eyes narrowed as he surveyed for the housing he needed, the one cat in particular he knew he needed to dive for as he shrilly boomed, "TYPHOONERS ATTACK!" He darted away from the resounding cry behind him as he started dodging bodies, those confused momentarily by the attack and those aiming for him. His moves frantic as he watched his own people, his own crew, keeping an eye on when he needed to announce the taken hostage they planned on.
Ungracefully diving, he stumbled underneath a large animal he scarcely saw, his vision narrowing, his bones quivering, his heart throbbing.
Painfully beholding, he seen his target. Aesior scrambling out onto his porch.
Hatefully growling, a horrible sound he never knew he could make, Sherbet flung himself at the other, his claws outstretched as he attempted to tackle the gray tom, awaiting being thrown away, awaiting pain, awaiting punishment for his shitty decisions. He deserves to be hurt, to bleed, to feel his breath stutter, sputter,
stop.
Maybe he did have a death wish
SHERBET MINT Flóki!
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