03-22-2018, 03:32 PM
[color=black]The tiger didn't necessarily want to be left alone to drown in his own sorrows, but he felt that it was what he deserved. He deserved worse than that for the crimes he had committed. When the jackal approached him, his words took a moment to reach Tino's fogged mind. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for the male.
Hooded eyes shifted to focus on the male whose words finally registered after a couple heartbeats. A couple more beats and he parted thick black lips, the same lips that gripped his words with a lazy hold, "Valentino." One word. One name. No meaning. No feeling as the four syllable title left between parted white teeth.
When the bengal approached, his body was laced with fight. To Tino, the male seemed like he only cared to intimidate the tiger. It was then, with this realization, that Valentino felt something other than self-hatred fill his hollow chest. Anger slipped through his veins with fiery precision, heating him from his core as he swung his large head from Papercutter to target Pincher with blazing crimson eyes.
"I don't know who you are, but buddy - this is not a fight you want to pick." As unavoidable as his self-loathing was, his fuse was ever shorter these days. The volatile tiger hadn't traveled all this way without finding himself in more than a few tight positions. Valentino had always been a fighter, always a little more on the action side of diplomacy, but he'd grown careless.
Before his wife died, he'd been more strategic when planning his battles. Now? What reason did he have for picking and choosing fights? Now it wouldn't take much to have him crave for spilled blood.
Hooded eyes shifted to focus on the male whose words finally registered after a couple heartbeats. A couple more beats and he parted thick black lips, the same lips that gripped his words with a lazy hold, "Valentino." One word. One name. No meaning. No feeling as the four syllable title left between parted white teeth.
When the bengal approached, his body was laced with fight. To Tino, the male seemed like he only cared to intimidate the tiger. It was then, with this realization, that Valentino felt something other than self-hatred fill his hollow chest. Anger slipped through his veins with fiery precision, heating him from his core as he swung his large head from Papercutter to target Pincher with blazing crimson eyes.
"I don't know who you are, but buddy - this is not a fight you want to pick." As unavoidable as his self-loathing was, his fuse was ever shorter these days. The volatile tiger hadn't traveled all this way without finding himself in more than a few tight positions. Valentino had always been a fighter, always a little more on the action side of diplomacy, but he'd grown careless.
Before his wife died, he'd been more strategic when planning his battles. Now? What reason did he have for picking and choosing fights? Now it wouldn't take much to have him crave for spilled blood.
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