09-13-2018, 02:10 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Bubonicplague was a real bad judge of character, then, if he figured that any of Des' words wanted anyone to pity him. Everyone here thought that they knew everything, that their own experiences were somehow the truth because they simple said it. For a clan that was supposed to be the good guys, all of them seemed more suited to a place full of murderers and jerks. It was too close to what he had before, with every person coming and twisting his words into things he never said and never meant. "Fuck off. No one asked you to be here, the situation is under control without your ass on the scene as well tryin'a pass clever comments over before you were even here," Bubonicplague hadn't even arrived to hear half of what was going on, but once again he thought himself somehow more special and he instantly thought he knew everything that had happened.
The anger under his skin seared into him, gaze growing dark, and for half a second he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone there. It was a primal rage that had filled him once before, a long time ago, the kind of anger that filled a feral animal who was wounded and cornered and could take nothing more that life threw at him. Everyone there deserved to die. That's what his mind told him.
But Gabriel's words seemed to ground him yet again, bringing him back to a reality that wasn't shrouded in fear, anger, pain and darkness... and with a steadying breath he decided to respond, ignoring everyone else lest the hole he had created by accident would purposefully grow to devour them all.
"Half wish I would," he muttered in reply, wincing as he shifted again, far more than eager to fuck off from here, everything from his pride to his body aching in a way he hadn't felt before. He promised himself he'd never be the dog again, never bow down to others to give them an opening to pick at. He had succeeded, but yet again he had made more enemies than he had wanted.
It wasn't his fault he was running. Out of the frying pan and into the oven, as they said. And this was supposed to be the good clan. "You're surrounded by assholes. Shoulda just stayed in the Typhoon, at least those assholes were tolerable," they weren't quite family, not people he had cared enough to form bonds with... but they didn't come and pick you to your very bones from day one. It reminded him too much of the gang. It reminded him too much of Lirim. A shudder that was unrelated to the pain passed through him, and he flinched back when Gabriel suddenly appeared by his side, the only damn person who seemed to care that he wasn't here because he wanted to be.
His paw still ached, his heart even more, and the headache that was always somewhere around the corner now pounded into his head in time with his heartbeat, just as hot and heavy as the flames dying down around them. "Shouldn'ta come 'ere," he muttered under his breath as a response to Gabriel's question, wincing when he tried to stand up but finding he could at least manage to keep himself upright this time. "Chose the worst place I could for a crash landing," but at least he was there. He didn't know what savior from above decided to place Gabriel right smack into the middle of this entire fiasco, but if he didn't believe in some higher power before he sure as hell was close to starting to. Fitting that Gabriel's name was Gabriel.
"I... I think I can walk. The spite'll keep me going," there was no grin on his face to match the words, but at least he was trying to calm down and banter.
But the moment he was better, he was out. There was nothing for him in a place that was worse than anti clans claimed to be.
The anger under his skin seared into him, gaze growing dark, and for half a second he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone there. It was a primal rage that had filled him once before, a long time ago, the kind of anger that filled a feral animal who was wounded and cornered and could take nothing more that life threw at him. Everyone there deserved to die. That's what his mind told him.
But Gabriel's words seemed to ground him yet again, bringing him back to a reality that wasn't shrouded in fear, anger, pain and darkness... and with a steadying breath he decided to respond, ignoring everyone else lest the hole he had created by accident would purposefully grow to devour them all.
"Half wish I would," he muttered in reply, wincing as he shifted again, far more than eager to fuck off from here, everything from his pride to his body aching in a way he hadn't felt before. He promised himself he'd never be the dog again, never bow down to others to give them an opening to pick at. He had succeeded, but yet again he had made more enemies than he had wanted.
It wasn't his fault he was running. Out of the frying pan and into the oven, as they said. And this was supposed to be the good clan. "You're surrounded by assholes. Shoulda just stayed in the Typhoon, at least those assholes were tolerable," they weren't quite family, not people he had cared enough to form bonds with... but they didn't come and pick you to your very bones from day one. It reminded him too much of the gang. It reminded him too much of Lirim. A shudder that was unrelated to the pain passed through him, and he flinched back when Gabriel suddenly appeared by his side, the only damn person who seemed to care that he wasn't here because he wanted to be.
His paw still ached, his heart even more, and the headache that was always somewhere around the corner now pounded into his head in time with his heartbeat, just as hot and heavy as the flames dying down around them. "Shouldn'ta come 'ere," he muttered under his breath as a response to Gabriel's question, wincing when he tried to stand up but finding he could at least manage to keep himself upright this time. "Chose the worst place I could for a crash landing," but at least he was there. He didn't know what savior from above decided to place Gabriel right smack into the middle of this entire fiasco, but if he didn't believe in some higher power before he sure as hell was close to starting to. Fitting that Gabriel's name was Gabriel.
"I... I think I can walk. The spite'll keep me going," there was no grin on his face to match the words, but at least he was trying to calm down and banter.
But the moment he was better, he was out. There was nothing for him in a place that was worse than anti clans claimed to be.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden