08-14-2018, 11:08 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]He's not ashamed of the fact that for a moment, Winter simply watched the fight unfold. Amusement brightened the boredom radiating from him for a moment at the banter between himself and the dragon. Then Floris attacked with an odd sort of grace (was he strange to call headbutting graceful?) for someone as torn up as he was. After him comes chaos, stuttering, strange messes of people picking up their spirits and fighting back. He almost grins, though his expressions are limited by his own choice. Just a twitch of his mouth. Perhaps Stryker was right to say that this was a reminder of what they were, but not Snowbound — violence was an individual's choice, and Winter had only recently managed to escape a life that had been so tangled around that singular concept that there was no escape. He has no trouble falling back on old patterns. Everyone else was seemed to just be accepting it, though he could keep Nui from that list. It's not as if she's doing much in terms of the battle right now. He's not either. Watching, delighting in it. They might have more in common than he first thought, though her manners were still beyond him.
Except now it's time to step up. He knows nothing about the one that suddenly shifted to a tiger, but he assumes they can manage if they fight with the mutated dragon, not undermining his actions. Still, the other battles don't concern him quite yet, and he's not entirely willing to abandon his blind side. It takes a second for his paws to move, though it ends up being in the opposite direction. Not into the fight, just towards peace. Like the majority of the people in this fight, he puts his attention on Atbash. Get her out of this, take away half the weight to Stryker's words. So the massive feline circles around behind the fight with even strides, watching for Stryker to fall. Pale blue eyes flicker between everyone who has yet to jump in, simply waiting. He's itching to get into it, sink his teeth into something solid. Where he stands, his paws tense until sharp claws flex into the ground. Someone try, adrenaline begs, but Winter reels it in enough to wait for his moment — either Stryker falls and the tiger succeeds in pulling her to safety, or he jumps in and adds to the weight on the other lion's body.
Except now it's time to step up. He knows nothing about the one that suddenly shifted to a tiger, but he assumes they can manage if they fight with the mutated dragon, not undermining his actions. Still, the other battles don't concern him quite yet, and he's not entirely willing to abandon his blind side. It takes a second for his paws to move, though it ends up being in the opposite direction. Not into the fight, just towards peace. Like the majority of the people in this fight, he puts his attention on Atbash. Get her out of this, take away half the weight to Stryker's words. So the massive feline circles around behind the fight with even strides, watching for Stryker to fall. Pale blue eyes flicker between everyone who has yet to jump in, simply waiting. He's itching to get into it, sink his teeth into something solid. Where he stands, his paws tense until sharp claws flex into the ground. Someone try, adrenaline begs, but Winter reels it in enough to wait for his moment — either Stryker falls and the tiger succeeds in pulling her to safety, or he jumps in and adds to the weight on the other lion's body.
[align=center]
｢ I KNEW THAT SOMETHING WOULD ALWAYS RULE ME. ｣