08-14-2018, 10:48 AM
[size=9pt]There seemed to be a whole lot of joiners appearing, now that 80% of the Clan was conveniently under lockdown and unable to greet them. It meant Moon had to make up for their presence, but in his current state -- freshly scarred and limping -- he wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes and whatever first impression he made was doomed to be pretty fucking dreadful. So he'd given up with his half-assed attempts at impressing. Not that they'd lasted long, in the first place.
"As nice as your song is, sweetheart-" Says the young lion as he approaches, glancing the panther over. She looks like Versailles, just less gold and more wings. "It's not gonna' work. Tried just about everything to get them stupid fucking doors open." He grits his teeth behind his sealed lips and knocks a paw against the iron door, twice. The frustration in him grows with every day that the Observatory stays shut, and he's slowly beginning to lose his charm; he can feel it.
But now is no time to dwell on mushy shit. Technically, this panther had just trespassed without hesitation, and who's he to know she's not about to whip out a knife and end it all for him? "You don't got the manners to wait at the border, or what? Chivalry really dead, huh?" He pauses, notes the tone in his voice and tells himself to knock it off. Maybe this is a joiner. Maybe it's him who needs the manners. But, for now, he stands his ground.
"As nice as your song is, sweetheart-" Says the young lion as he approaches, glancing the panther over. She looks like Versailles, just less gold and more wings. "It's not gonna' work. Tried just about everything to get them stupid fucking doors open." He grits his teeth behind his sealed lips and knocks a paw against the iron door, twice. The frustration in him grows with every day that the Observatory stays shut, and he's slowly beginning to lose his charm; he can feel it.
But now is no time to dwell on mushy shit. Technically, this panther had just trespassed without hesitation, and who's he to know she's not about to whip out a knife and end it all for him? "You don't got the manners to wait at the border, or what? Chivalry really dead, huh?" He pauses, notes the tone in his voice and tells himself to knock it off. Maybe this is a joiner. Maybe it's him who needs the manners. But, for now, he stands his ground.
[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]