08-02-2018, 02:22 PM
[size=9pt]Moon's relaxing. He's got his eyes shut, paws folded over one another, basking like an old wrinkly orange man trying to get cancer. Except pretty and not old at all. It's a really nice day out, and the sun is setting his fur on fire in all the best ways. Not too humid, not scorching; just good enough. And he's enjoying himself, all chill and shit, when Onision comes screeching.
The kid's voice breaks the silence and Moon sucks in a steady breath as he yells -- at the fucking sun, no less -- and gathers himself for the ordeal he's about to witness. Slowly, he opens one eye and wills himself not to snap. His voice is very controlled, the type of control an overworked housewife has when Buddy Junior spills his orange juice for the sixth time that morning. "And how exactly do you plan to reach, Icarus?" Is that a mythology reference? A reference to some genuine Godly lore? Absolutely not.
The kid's voice breaks the silence and Moon sucks in a steady breath as he yells -- at the fucking sun, no less -- and gathers himself for the ordeal he's about to witness. Slowly, he opens one eye and wills himself not to snap. His voice is very controlled, the type of control an overworked housewife has when Buddy Junior spills his orange juice for the sixth time that morning. "And how exactly do you plan to reach, Icarus?" Is that a mythology reference? A reference to some genuine Godly lore? Absolutely not.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]