08-28-2018, 07:00 PM
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He didn't have a destiny from birth- not like his older brother, who was intended to follow in their father's footsteps, and it was the aimlessness in life that became Sparrow's vice. He did what he wanted, had the charm and the face to go where he pleased, and so his time was divided between frivolity and training. Sparrow had been a foolish boy with no direction in life, and when everything went to shit, he found himself burdened with purpose. He couldn't say if he preferred the lack of reason- he certainly preferred his younger self's physicality, over the quilt of burns and replaced body parts he couldn't hide. If he could only have himself back, but he didn't know who that was anymore. Definitely not this wrathful, damaged husk.
Discomfort boiled in his veins as the larger creature's gaze fell on him, even as the lion kept his eyes on Sparrow's. He was torn between appreciation and loathing: the former for the lack of staring, and the latter for the fact Sparrow must have been so repulsive. He already knew as much, and his metallic claws dug into the ground, toes flexing. The canine didn't want to be here; he hadn't from the beginning, but less so now. The lion replied so easily, and what charisma Sparrow once had perished in the fire, so he was...floundering, despite his stoniness. At least the stranger wasn't entirely smooth. He might have hated him more.
His attention shifted to the child, and to Gordon, eyes narrowing. He could see the man adjust in the corner of his vision, accommodating their fear, as though he wanted to curb it. A dry, muffled snort exited the vents. "You apologize for their cowardice?" The sneer was not visible, but audible in his voice. "There are many soft-hearted fools here. Your tongue will tire apologizing to them all." Sparrow enjoyed their terror, reveled in it when they looked upon him and quivered.
The air of disdain grew as Gordon addressed "Desperado," unable to even speak without broadcasting her apprehension. The flicking of Desperado's ear was another agitation, and he found he didn't want to continue with his anger pulsing as surely as his heartbeat beneath his skin. "Enjoy their fragility." The remark resembled more of a snarl than anything else, and the canine turned, scaling the tree he'd exited and disappearing.
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He didn't have a destiny from birth- not like his older brother, who was intended to follow in their father's footsteps, and it was the aimlessness in life that became Sparrow's vice. He did what he wanted, had the charm and the face to go where he pleased, and so his time was divided between frivolity and training. Sparrow had been a foolish boy with no direction in life, and when everything went to shit, he found himself burdened with purpose. He couldn't say if he preferred the lack of reason- he certainly preferred his younger self's physicality, over the quilt of burns and replaced body parts he couldn't hide. If he could only have himself back, but he didn't know who that was anymore. Definitely not this wrathful, damaged husk.
Discomfort boiled in his veins as the larger creature's gaze fell on him, even as the lion kept his eyes on Sparrow's. He was torn between appreciation and loathing: the former for the lack of staring, and the latter for the fact Sparrow must have been so repulsive. He already knew as much, and his metallic claws dug into the ground, toes flexing. The canine didn't want to be here; he hadn't from the beginning, but less so now. The lion replied so easily, and what charisma Sparrow once had perished in the fire, so he was...floundering, despite his stoniness. At least the stranger wasn't entirely smooth. He might have hated him more.
His attention shifted to the child, and to Gordon, eyes narrowing. He could see the man adjust in the corner of his vision, accommodating their fear, as though he wanted to curb it. A dry, muffled snort exited the vents. "You apologize for their cowardice?" The sneer was not visible, but audible in his voice. "There are many soft-hearted fools here. Your tongue will tire apologizing to them all." Sparrow enjoyed their terror, reveled in it when they looked upon him and quivered.
The air of disdain grew as Gordon addressed "Desperado," unable to even speak without broadcasting her apprehension. The flicking of Desperado's ear was another agitation, and he found he didn't want to continue with his anger pulsing as surely as his heartbeat beneath his skin. "Enjoy their fragility." The remark resembled more of a snarl than anything else, and the canine turned, scaling the tree he'd exited and disappearing.
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