09-12-2018, 03:03 PM
[size=9pt]"People call him Buckingham." Says Moon, stepping between Onision and Thea in hopes of dissolving the bubbling situation. He frowns, glances at the leopard. "And people call you too fucking nosy for your own good."
He'd heard of the whole drama. Frankly, he wasn't interested in the slightest; he'd never really known Roy, and all he'd seen of the situation was Bast crossing the border towards Sunhaven with Thea in tow. It didn't look like something he wanted to get his paws in, and he had his own shit to deal with; so he didn't. But now Sunhaven's leader and the supposed murderer were at their doorstep, and Moon was required, by title, now to step up to the plate of ensuring less shit went down than was considered unacceptable. By Bast's standards, that meant quite a lot of shit could go down before that dumbass blinked an eye, but still-- They didn't need more corpses. But then he glanced down at Onision and Thea and thought, hey, maybe they did. "Bast'll be here soon. Maybe."
He'd heard of the whole drama. Frankly, he wasn't interested in the slightest; he'd never really known Roy, and all he'd seen of the situation was Bast crossing the border towards Sunhaven with Thea in tow. It didn't look like something he wanted to get his paws in, and he had his own shit to deal with; so he didn't. But now Sunhaven's leader and the supposed murderer were at their doorstep, and Moon was required, by title, now to step up to the plate of ensuring less shit went down than was considered unacceptable. By Bast's standards, that meant quite a lot of shit could go down before that dumbass blinked an eye, but still-- They didn't need more corpses. But then he glanced down at Onision and Thea and thought, hey, maybe they did. "Bast'll be here soon. Maybe."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]