04-04-2018, 11:04 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 9px"]Bastille never really had a childhood to speak of. He was always sort of... off. He spend a good portion of his early months simply angry, rolling with the anger and tension of his past lives, with frustration and annoyance and just... nothingness. He'd left his mother's Clan too young to establish any real bonds there, and had never bonded with anyone during his time as a loner. He was a little surprised he'd taken to Starry and his little group so easily, but perhaps it was that Bast was tired of avoiding and living in relative apathy. Perhaps he was ready to settle in and start giving a fuck, finally.
He was tracing the aura signatures in the distance, noting that his mentor and HD were both with the newcomer. Bast tended to prefer those two over most others, honestly; HD was fun and chill, and Luna was... well, Luna. Calm, steady, accepting. He hated to admit that Starry had him figured out way too well in picking her as his mentor, but she was exactly what he needed to balance out his more... volatile tendencies.
The bengal joined them on the beach with a slight smirk of amusement, his headache a dull thing today. Not too noticeable. "Careful, HD," he called, cocking his head to the side slightly as he watched the observer join Scar, "Would hate to see you fall in."
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]