04-01-2018, 11:25 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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But as for Bastillepaw, for the present life he lived, there wasn’t much to say for his life. His mother died in labor, he hated her Clan, and he’d lived the life of a loner from the age of 3 months until now. There was nothing he particularly cared or wanted to talk about with anyone unless they really bothered to ask him, and even then he was usually the one receiving stories, not telling them. So, that was that.
Except his head was splitting open and he was going out of his mind with how fucking back his head hurt and for how long it had hurt. He was going crazy. He was absolutely losing his shit, and today, it seemed like all three of his souls were vying for their chance to live freely once more. He could practically taste their aggression, and his head was spinning with a mess of memories. Flickering plains, roaring water, a dark mansion— familiar faces and names and events and he was going to lose it if Echo said one more goddamn thing—
”GODDAMNIT, ECHO, SHUT UP,” he yelled suddenly, stopping dead in the center of the observatory as it was just too much. He grit his teeth tightly, as if realizing he’d burst, but he was shaking with anger and energy and holy fuck they were all just screaming in his head—
His fur was glowing that ominous black once more, throbbing in time with his pounding head, and he was looking a little... faint around the edges. As if his invisibility was flickering briefly, hovering vaguely, not quite going haywire just yet...
And then the power abruptly went out, plunging the Observatory into darkness.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]