BURNING LIKE THE SUN || BONFIRE + MASS MEET AND GREET

[buckingham barnes]

It's been a long time since Bucky found himself living in a group, a peaceful one at that. For the majority of his life, Buckingham was surrounded by war, violence, and murder. The only times in his life that he'd consider to be calm and happy were his times as a kitten. His parents were not the violent types- rather instead, they were quite the opposite of that. They didn't raise him to be mean, instead they tried their hardest to shape him into a respectful, kind individual. For the most part, it worked relatively well- even after their deaths. But unfortunately, as hard as he tried to live a life as they wanted for him, nothing is ever set in stone. Bucky could remember getting kidnapped like it was yesterday- getting ambushed by a strong, larger feline who took the advantage of him being alone. He remembered waking up in a chamber, a malicious grin on the strangers face. And then, he was torn apart- brick by brick, until there was nothing left. That stranger quickly became his handler, that horrible being reworking Bucky into a dangerous, sneaky, and valuable asset.

For the longest time he believed he was nothing but a weapon. He thought he was meant to destroy, take orders with no hesitation or expect any sort of punishment. He followed almost every order from his handler, until something in his brain clicked and he abandoned them. Even after he regained his identity, Bucky couldn't stop the person he was shaped to be- he didn't have the strength at the time. Instead, he had to mentally prepare himself to let go of such a dark life, and make sure he goes through with it, even if it feels like he can't. It took him months to finally feel comfortable enough with living in a peaceful group. Bucky could only hope no one knew of his past, it would be much easier for him if no one mentions he's a former assassin.

The male found himself padding over to the bonfire, eyes glancing at the large fire for a moment. He watched the flames lick the dry wound, before his ears pricked up at his new clanmates voices. His head quickly turned, light blue eyes landing on two people he didn't recognize. Bucky didn't really know his new clanmates that well, but perhaps that's the reason for this event. It will help him get to know them, vice versa. With a flick of his ear, the former assassin spoke up. "My name is Buckingham Barnes, but feel free to call me Bucky. I have a metal prosthetic limb and I'm turning 3 years old in two months."

[ rushed at end sorry !! ]