08-23-2018, 12:36 AM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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// gore warning sfdgsh + it’s 12:30 and im on mobile so this may or may not suck
Pierce had been on his usual little patrol of the Sunhaven territory when a familiar iron-like scent struck his nose, flooding his mouth with the taste of what was clearly blood- blood! Oh god, he smelled blood. The metallic stench could never mean anything good, but it was a smell prominent in far too many of Pierce's memories for him to be able to approach it calmly. He could still see the lifeless, bleeding form of his sister, still feel gaping wounds along his sides, the agony of a shattered leg. His whole life, Pierce had been followed by violence and gore, and though it was common, something no one else really seemed bothered by - and something he tried not to look bothered by -, the same terror gripped his body eavh time it reached his unsuspecting nose. Regardless of the less-than-cheerful memories, Pierce forced himself to follow the smell, reminding himself that it didn't always mean something horrible- maybe someone had just, like, skinned their knee, or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
When he neared the scene, however, he realized, that was most definitely not it.
There were Sunhaveners, some worried, some horrified, gathered around a stranger and a crumpled, bleeding form of a person on the ground. Murder was not something Pierce was unfamiliar with- on the contrary, he’d seen clanmates and loved ones slaughtered before his very eyes quite a few times, and when that didn’t happen, he usually ended up stumbling across the aftermath. Not to mention, his life had been threatened countless times, and once, he’d even been stabbed to death.
Honey eyes flicked over the oozing wounds that decorated the corpse’s body, expression rather unfeeling despite the sick twist he felt in his gut. Briefly, he could feel the hilt of a dagger gripped in his own paw, feel its impact as he brought it down upon his completely unsuspecting victim, green eyes dulled but still filled with confusion and betrayal.
Pierce’s gaze shifted back to Sparrow as he desperately tried to ignore the disturbing image created in his mind, though it was closer to a memory, that had entered his mind. That had never happened- what the hell was wrong with him? He brushed it off as a mere reaction to the murder scene, but he knew that simply was not accurate, and he could still feel his legs trembling slightly. He’d thought this place would be safe, safe for him, for Clem, a place where they could finally be happy and not have to worry about this kind of bullshit, but he should’ve known that idea was too good to be true.
The serval forced his attention onto Sparrow now, grasping at any possible thoughts and emotions other than the ones that currently plagued his mind. The man before him was a killer. Granted, Pierce had defended the same kind before, but this was different. He didn’t know if this had been with reason or not. For all he knew, this guy was just some fucking sicko. "Why?" was all Pierce uttered, not allowing himself to look back at the body that stained the sand below it. This man was guilty, he knew it- for one, why was he right beside the freshly-killed corpse, and second, the weapon strapped to his back seemed eerily like it could make the same wounds on the victim’s body. Pierce just wanted to know one thing- why? Had she done something to this guy before, to someone he cared about, perhaps? Was this justice? Or was this just his way of having “fun”?
"speech"
//mobile
Pierce had been on his usual little patrol of the Sunhaven territory when a familiar iron-like scent struck his nose, flooding his mouth with the taste of what was clearly blood- blood! Oh god, he smelled blood. The metallic stench could never mean anything good, but it was a smell prominent in far too many of Pierce's memories for him to be able to approach it calmly. He could still see the lifeless, bleeding form of his sister, still feel gaping wounds along his sides, the agony of a shattered leg. His whole life, Pierce had been followed by violence and gore, and though it was common, something no one else really seemed bothered by - and something he tried not to look bothered by -, the same terror gripped his body eavh time it reached his unsuspecting nose. Regardless of the less-than-cheerful memories, Pierce forced himself to follow the smell, reminding himself that it didn't always mean something horrible- maybe someone had just, like, skinned their knee, or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
When he neared the scene, however, he realized, that was most definitely not it.
There were Sunhaveners, some worried, some horrified, gathered around a stranger and a crumpled, bleeding form of a person on the ground. Murder was not something Pierce was unfamiliar with- on the contrary, he’d seen clanmates and loved ones slaughtered before his very eyes quite a few times, and when that didn’t happen, he usually ended up stumbling across the aftermath. Not to mention, his life had been threatened countless times, and once, he’d even been stabbed to death.
Honey eyes flicked over the oozing wounds that decorated the corpse’s body, expression rather unfeeling despite the sick twist he felt in his gut. Briefly, he could feel the hilt of a dagger gripped in his own paw, feel its impact as he brought it down upon his completely unsuspecting victim, green eyes dulled but still filled with confusion and betrayal.
Pierce’s gaze shifted back to Sparrow as he desperately tried to ignore the disturbing image created in his mind, though it was closer to a memory, that had entered his mind. That had never happened- what the hell was wrong with him? He brushed it off as a mere reaction to the murder scene, but he knew that simply was not accurate, and he could still feel his legs trembling slightly. He’d thought this place would be safe, safe for him, for Clem, a place where they could finally be happy and not have to worry about this kind of bullshit, but he should’ve known that idea was too good to be true.
The serval forced his attention onto Sparrow now, grasping at any possible thoughts and emotions other than the ones that currently plagued his mind. The man before him was a killer. Granted, Pierce had defended the same kind before, but this was different. He didn’t know if this had been with reason or not. For all he knew, this guy was just some fucking sicko. "Why?" was all Pierce uttered, not allowing himself to look back at the body that stained the sand below it. This man was guilty, he knew it- for one, why was he right beside the freshly-killed corpse, and second, the weapon strapped to his back seemed eerily like it could make the same wounds on the victim’s body. Pierce just wanted to know one thing- why? Had she done something to this guy before, to someone he cared about, perhaps? Was this justice? Or was this just his way of having “fun”?
"speech"
//mobile
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