08-30-2018, 05:59 PM
//permission given to powerplay, and Thea is gonna be found trying to 'stop' the bleeding
"Hey, Roy." Thea chirped, seeming in much better spirits lately, as she continued, pale blue eyes settled on the melanistic bobcat, "How strong are your beliefs?"
She had made up her mind shortly after Suite's death, and to be honest, the opportunity to confirm her beliefs were right, that she hadn't been wrong all this time, couldn't be better than this.
Even those searching for a new start couldn't escape their past, not if it was stained with enough blood, and that seemed to be the case here. No matter how hard you tried, there were always whispers, whether they be rumor or truth, of the crimes somebody committed. Normally, Thea didn't care, but for some reason, these rumors had been something that lit a fire in Thea, something that she couldn't ignore. It was a name she immediately associated with her own losses, but for the life of her, couldn't figure out why.
The point was, it was a perfect opportunity to both confirm her own beliefs, and that he was a murderer. This was what they called justice, right? It made perfect sense to Thea, who had shifted into her domestic cat body, to make it more believable. She couldn't have the clawmarks be leopard-sized, now, could she?
Before Roy could open his mouth, she teleported, claws unsheathed as she materialized right in front of him, that old smile of hers back, before claws pierced the surprisingly-delicate skin on Roy's throat, and teleporting away as a few droplets of blood hit her paw, pale blue optics settling on Roy's dying form with a hardened expression as her form slowly grew to that of a familiar leopard. "Sorry, Roy. But I have to prove I'm right. Say hi to the others for me, kay?" She gave him one last grin as the life finally left the male, as if it would reassure him he died for a good cause, before stepping in the pool of blood slowly surrounding his body, and beginning to stain the streambed he was next to, a patch of chestnut and cream fur falling to the ground next to the bobcat, and she quickly placed large paws clumsily against his neck, the look of sorrow almost genuine, as she called, panic in her voice, "HELP! Guys! It's Roy! He needs help!"
"Hey, Roy." Thea chirped, seeming in much better spirits lately, as she continued, pale blue eyes settled on the melanistic bobcat, "How strong are your beliefs?"
She had made up her mind shortly after Suite's death, and to be honest, the opportunity to confirm her beliefs were right, that she hadn't been wrong all this time, couldn't be better than this.
Even those searching for a new start couldn't escape their past, not if it was stained with enough blood, and that seemed to be the case here. No matter how hard you tried, there were always whispers, whether they be rumor or truth, of the crimes somebody committed. Normally, Thea didn't care, but for some reason, these rumors had been something that lit a fire in Thea, something that she couldn't ignore. It was a name she immediately associated with her own losses, but for the life of her, couldn't figure out why.
The point was, it was a perfect opportunity to both confirm her own beliefs, and that he was a murderer. This was what they called justice, right? It made perfect sense to Thea, who had shifted into her domestic cat body, to make it more believable. She couldn't have the clawmarks be leopard-sized, now, could she?
Before Roy could open his mouth, she teleported, claws unsheathed as she materialized right in front of him, that old smile of hers back, before claws pierced the surprisingly-delicate skin on Roy's throat, and teleporting away as a few droplets of blood hit her paw, pale blue optics settling on Roy's dying form with a hardened expression as her form slowly grew to that of a familiar leopard. "Sorry, Roy. But I have to prove I'm right. Say hi to the others for me, kay?" She gave him one last grin as the life finally left the male, as if it would reassure him he died for a good cause, before stepping in the pool of blood slowly surrounding his body, and beginning to stain the streambed he was next to, a patch of chestnut and cream fur falling to the ground next to the bobcat, and she quickly placed large paws clumsily against his neck, the look of sorrow almost genuine, as she called, panic in her voice, "HELP! Guys! It's Roy! He needs help!"
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[i]and get the world on my side
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