07-27-2018, 07:53 PM
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And for the first time, they were defeated. Ironic how it was by one of their own.
As Delilah continued, he ever so slowly returned his gaze back to her. Tanglewood sounded like a group, was it not. He was weary of groups ever since his own. Was this a nice group? Delilah said this place was her home, then it must be okay, right? Home. The word echoed in his head like a deep cavern. He doesn't have a home. Home was where ever he wandered. Where ever he decided to sit down for a moment. Home left both a foul taste in his mouth and sounded like a foreign word. His gaze grew distant as he looked past her for a moment as he replied coldly. "I don't have a home." Where he came from wasn't a home and he refused to acknowledge it as such. It was more like some sort of hell than a home and he was lucky enough to survive for as long as he did. There was a brief silence before he remembered the femme's presence and dropped his gaze once more. Though it didn't stay down for long as a tender laugh came from her direction. His heart fluttered for a moment before beginning to thump wildly in his chest. T-this wasn't good. He needed to go... Like right now. He cleared his throat as he tried to calm himself. No, he should at least stay and finish the conversation before parting ways. He knew of this feeling. Hes felt it many times before but just like the rest of them, he swallowed it back and ignored it. That warm, fuzzy feeling... The warm sensation that spread throughout his body like a forest fire. There was no mistaking it. Every fiber in his being told him to escape, to run. So far, he's only developed crushes on strong characters. Ones that could take a beating and reciprocate it with the same amount of strength. Back then, he fell in love with power. He developed crushes easily, he knew that. But it wasn't something he could control. Judging from past experiences, the crushes never developed into anything. So he was a bit taken aback when the feeling sparked because of Delilah, a genuinely kind individual.
As she continued to explain her injury, Cav first felt relieved, then began to wonder if he should fist fight a raspberry bush for harming such a goddess. No, it would be a pointless fight but the fact that he contemplated it for a second was alarming. "Oh, alright. Please be more careful." He meowed with a flick of his short tail. The idea of her getting hurt bothered him more than he would have liked. That's as far as he was going ot allow her to enter his mind. There was no point in getting attached. He was only going to leave anyways. "Who is 'Mr. Cipher'?" Came his next question. "Is he the leader?"
[[ are you kidding me delilaH IS THE CUTE ONE HERE OMFG AN ACTUAL GODDESS CAV IS NOT WORTHY ]]
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Cav felt his expression soften for a moment before returning to normal. Delilah. It fit her so well, it truly did. A gentle name for a gentle creature such as herself. Remembering his manners, he lowered his head respectively. "A pleasure, Miss Evergarden." He meowed, raising his head once more. They were less than acquaintances so he thought it would be polite to address her by her last name rather than her first. If he wanted to change his ways, the first thing would be how to properly show respect to another being. Though, it may be a bit of a challenge. "If you can't love yourself, how are you suppose to love another?" as he's heard. Cav loathed himself. Taking that into consideration, the chances of him loving another individual was low. He couldn't help himself though. As she drew nearer, the tom inched back, ears flattening against his cranium and dark red eyes shifting elsewhere. He knew he still smelled of blood, even if it was faint. He's killed too many people for it to just wash off like that. The many hours of scrubbing managed to get off the crimson colour, but the scent would take longer to vanish. A semi-permanent reminder of his actions. Though, as terrible as it sounds, he doesn't regret it - killing his family and tribe. They were savages who only sought the destruction of others if they did not submit to them. They only knew war so Cav gave them a war.tretch;font-size:8.5pt;color:darkred;text-align:left;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;margin-bottom:-10px;margin-left:5px;float:left;"]CAVALRYCHOIR—And for the first time, they were defeated. Ironic how it was by one of their own.
As Delilah continued, he ever so slowly returned his gaze back to her. Tanglewood sounded like a group, was it not. He was weary of groups ever since his own. Was this a nice group? Delilah said this place was her home, then it must be okay, right? Home. The word echoed in his head like a deep cavern. He doesn't have a home. Home was where ever he wandered. Where ever he decided to sit down for a moment. Home left both a foul taste in his mouth and sounded like a foreign word. His gaze grew distant as he looked past her for a moment as he replied coldly. "I don't have a home." Where he came from wasn't a home and he refused to acknowledge it as such. It was more like some sort of hell than a home and he was lucky enough to survive for as long as he did. There was a brief silence before he remembered the femme's presence and dropped his gaze once more. Though it didn't stay down for long as a tender laugh came from her direction. His heart fluttered for a moment before beginning to thump wildly in his chest. T-this wasn't good. He needed to go... Like right now. He cleared his throat as he tried to calm himself. No, he should at least stay and finish the conversation before parting ways. He knew of this feeling. Hes felt it many times before but just like the rest of them, he swallowed it back and ignored it. That warm, fuzzy feeling... The warm sensation that spread throughout his body like a forest fire. There was no mistaking it. Every fiber in his being told him to escape, to run. So far, he's only developed crushes on strong characters. Ones that could take a beating and reciprocate it with the same amount of strength. Back then, he fell in love with power. He developed crushes easily, he knew that. But it wasn't something he could control. Judging from past experiences, the crushes never developed into anything. So he was a bit taken aback when the feeling sparked because of Delilah, a genuinely kind individual.
As she continued to explain her injury, Cav first felt relieved, then began to wonder if he should fist fight a raspberry bush for harming such a goddess. No, it would be a pointless fight but the fact that he contemplated it for a second was alarming. "Oh, alright. Please be more careful." He meowed with a flick of his short tail. The idea of her getting hurt bothered him more than he would have liked. That's as far as he was going ot allow her to enter his mind. There was no point in getting attached. He was only going to leave anyways. "Who is 'Mr. Cipher'?" Came his next question. "Is he the leader?"
[[ are you kidding me delilaH IS THE CUTE ONE HERE OMFG AN ACTUAL GODDESS CAV IS NOT WORTHY ]]
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