08-09-2018, 04:41 PM
[size=9pt]Violent predators? Moon was supposed to be one of those. He remembers his mothers paws stained red constantly, not only from patching up the vicious wounds of her Pridemates, but also from creating some, herself, on the hides of another Pride's lions. He'd been surrounded by brawls and blood from the moment he'd been born. And yet, Moon doesn't have a fighting bone in his body. He'd never been taught. Its a miracle he'd lived to his teens.
"Sorry to break it to you," comes the lions voice, scratchy from his time in the Typhoon. He's got his head hanging, lumbering with sore muscles and even sorer wounds. He's still got one eye shut tight. "but that's not it. This Clan's just full of fucking morons-- managed to get themselves locked inside that thing." He gestures towards the observatory with his head, before locking his gaze on the pure white serval. Weird looking thing, but he's sure he looked weirder. Speaking of; "Before you judge, I'm usually prettier, swear. Just went to see a pirate about a torture, is all." He tries for a tilt of the lips, something tired.
Who was this guy anyway? Thinks he can just waltz into their camp without so much as a humble pause at the border? Moon squints, tilts his head as he stops a few feet away. "You don't look like the type, but just to be sure, you're not here with--" he pauses, searches for the phrase all the fancy higher ups use. "Malicious intent, are you? You looking to join our group of dumbasses, birch-stealer?" Oh yeah, don't think he hadn't seen that.
"Sorry to break it to you," comes the lions voice, scratchy from his time in the Typhoon. He's got his head hanging, lumbering with sore muscles and even sorer wounds. He's still got one eye shut tight. "but that's not it. This Clan's just full of fucking morons-- managed to get themselves locked inside that thing." He gestures towards the observatory with his head, before locking his gaze on the pure white serval. Weird looking thing, but he's sure he looked weirder. Speaking of; "Before you judge, I'm usually prettier, swear. Just went to see a pirate about a torture, is all." He tries for a tilt of the lips, something tired.
Who was this guy anyway? Thinks he can just waltz into their camp without so much as a humble pause at the border? Moon squints, tilts his head as he stops a few feet away. "You don't look like the type, but just to be sure, you're not here with--" he pauses, searches for the phrase all the fancy higher ups use. "Malicious intent, are you? You looking to join our group of dumbasses, birch-stealer?" Oh yeah, don't think he hadn't seen that.
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