08-24-2018, 06:04 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Given any other circumstance, any and all advances would have been seen negatively by South, too many paws outstretched towards their throat bringing up instincts that had kept them alive thus far. The gash in their neck hadn't severed anything vital, but it wasn't far off, and not even children were above murder these days. They hadn't been... Des hadn't been, either. They visibly flinched as Pip reached out, more than ready to bash the kid's head against the rocks that formed the gateway. They curbed that instinct, however, knowing very well that it was stupid and would warrant their untimely death more than this second chance would.
"どうでもいい", their voice was laced with pain, but also painfully resigned to their fate, and they allowed the small canine to press down on the wound to curb at least some of the bleeding, listening to his advice and laying down, stilling their movements with a shaking breath. They had many close calls with death before, this wasn't anything uncommon... and they had died plenty of times to know how it felt like, too. They hated it, however. Each time they died it was a sign of weakness, and resulted in a feeling worse than any hangover they've ever had.
It was almost starting to seem like this clan was run by children, if not for the adult that trailed after them soon after. They were glad that there was someone closer to their age, uncomfortable with most kids due to their incompetence with conversing with them. Their tastes were varied, instincts leading them towards actions most would be disgusted by... but even they had limits, and that line was very firmly drawn for children. As a result, the instincts that made them the incubus they were proved rather useless in conversations with things that didn't even know half of the intricacies of life.
A toothy grin formed on South's maw in response to Rosemary's statement, and they peered up at her with a thoughtful hum before twisting around to try and give her easier access to the side that seemed most mauled. "You're a real doll for patching me up, babe," they purred, before coughing out a bit of blood with a wince, which effectively shut them up for no longer than five seconds before they were talking again. "'M joinin'... heard that someone by the name of Des used to be here... was wonderin' if he left anything behind, perhaps?" It would help them get started far easier if they had something to start with. Des never carried much with him, always abandoning his possessions when it came time to move, leaving behind all that connected him to a particular place. If he was still the same old Des... chances were the same happened now.
"どうでもいい", their voice was laced with pain, but also painfully resigned to their fate, and they allowed the small canine to press down on the wound to curb at least some of the bleeding, listening to his advice and laying down, stilling their movements with a shaking breath. They had many close calls with death before, this wasn't anything uncommon... and they had died plenty of times to know how it felt like, too. They hated it, however. Each time they died it was a sign of weakness, and resulted in a feeling worse than any hangover they've ever had.
It was almost starting to seem like this clan was run by children, if not for the adult that trailed after them soon after. They were glad that there was someone closer to their age, uncomfortable with most kids due to their incompetence with conversing with them. Their tastes were varied, instincts leading them towards actions most would be disgusted by... but even they had limits, and that line was very firmly drawn for children. As a result, the instincts that made them the incubus they were proved rather useless in conversations with things that didn't even know half of the intricacies of life.
A toothy grin formed on South's maw in response to Rosemary's statement, and they peered up at her with a thoughtful hum before twisting around to try and give her easier access to the side that seemed most mauled. "You're a real doll for patching me up, babe," they purred, before coughing out a bit of blood with a wince, which effectively shut them up for no longer than five seconds before they were talking again. "'M joinin'... heard that someone by the name of Des used to be here... was wonderin' if he left anything behind, perhaps?" It would help them get started far easier if they had something to start with. Des never carried much with him, always abandoning his possessions when it came time to move, leaving behind all that connected him to a particular place. If he was still the same old Des... chances were the same happened now.
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