09-13-2018, 01:41 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The bickering was endless. Each continually swiped at each other, heated tempers cracking into each other as ram's horns, and at first, the way the sound grated was manageable. He had some patience- he could deal with squabbling, though typically it was much easier to intervene because he actually had some damn authority that he'd earned. Some semblance of respect, yet here they were, picking at each other's open wounds like vultures, as though he wasn't standing right here.
"Dissension breeds so easily. He is a weak link high on the ladder. He is discontent with his rung and I could make him fall with the right push. Make it look inevitable." Sharp, bright, eviscerating pain split through his skull, ricocheting, and the hybrid turned from the still-feuding pair, reaching up with one set of talons to dig deep into the side of his head. He felt it, but he didn't, the sensation far, far away as the blinding shearing ebbed back with the heavy pound of his heartbeat. Gabe pried the claws out of his flesh, taking a shuddering breath, and when he turned back, Moon had evidently left, and someone else had come to feed on the friction, a rat come to pick at the bones. Shadows crept into his vision from both sides, snaking tendrils, and he fought them back through sheer stubbornness, dark eyes narrowing into an obsidian glower settled solely on Bubonicplague.
It glanced over to Des, whose proposal had him snapping his beak, both wings drawing up despite the intense soreness in the one still healing. "Shut up. You're not dying here," Gabe growled, voice low and gravelly, as though scraped across sheets of sandpaper, and from the dragon, his stare returned to the dire wolf. "The rat." "And you can fuck right off. Go play useful somewhere else. Un putero de pinche idiotas," the last bit was muttered, beak clacking sharply at the end, before he made his way down the side of the crater to Des' side, exhaling heavily.
His fucking head hurt, but whatever that was didn't matter right now. Apparently The Ascendants had been infested with asshole attitudes since the last time he was here. Maybe it was something in the air, or they'd all lost it. "Think you can stand? I don't want to leave you here looking for Peri if a certain loomer doesn't fuck off like I said to. Peri'll take care of you, though, unless she joined Moon in losing her mind." He swiped absently at the bit of blood drying on his head, grumbling.
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"Dissension breeds so easily. He is a weak link high on the ladder. He is discontent with his rung and I could make him fall with the right push. Make it look inevitable." Sharp, bright, eviscerating pain split through his skull, ricocheting, and the hybrid turned from the still-feuding pair, reaching up with one set of talons to dig deep into the side of his head. He felt it, but he didn't, the sensation far, far away as the blinding shearing ebbed back with the heavy pound of his heartbeat. Gabe pried the claws out of his flesh, taking a shuddering breath, and when he turned back, Moon had evidently left, and someone else had come to feed on the friction, a rat come to pick at the bones. Shadows crept into his vision from both sides, snaking tendrils, and he fought them back through sheer stubbornness, dark eyes narrowing into an obsidian glower settled solely on Bubonicplague.
It glanced over to Des, whose proposal had him snapping his beak, both wings drawing up despite the intense soreness in the one still healing. "Shut up. You're not dying here," Gabe growled, voice low and gravelly, as though scraped across sheets of sandpaper, and from the dragon, his stare returned to the dire wolf. "The rat." "And you can fuck right off. Go play useful somewhere else. Un putero de pinche idiotas," the last bit was muttered, beak clacking sharply at the end, before he made his way down the side of the crater to Des' side, exhaling heavily.
His fucking head hurt, but whatever that was didn't matter right now. Apparently The Ascendants had been infested with asshole attitudes since the last time he was here. Maybe it was something in the air, or they'd all lost it. "Think you can stand? I don't want to leave you here looking for Peri if a certain loomer doesn't fuck off like I said to. Peri'll take care of you, though, unless she joined Moon in losing her mind." He swiped absently at the bit of blood drying on his head, grumbling.
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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