09-13-2018, 03:52 PM
[size=9pt]"Knock it off being assholes."
Given recent events, some would say it was hypocritical for him to say this, but he'd say they could go fuck themselves and learn a little about allegiances and enemies and senses of entitlement. Which might dig him deeper into this hole that he'd appeared in, but that sort of thing wasn't something Moon typically found himself aware of. He was much too caught up in sleepless nights and too-bright days and other angst-ridden things that made him how he'd been, recently.
But at least Lazarus thought he was nice. That's what really mattered. That Imperia was well and good, that Har was safe and healthy, that most others he cared about were still alive and kicking-- And maybe, possibly, that Gabriel was back, too. But the honeymoon faze was fading quick. He kept his distance as he approached, coming up behind Empyrah and knocking her over the head with his tail instead of sending a teasing quip any hybrid's way. It showed in the set of his shoulders, the way his head was held high and taught instead of drooping between his legs, languid and nonchalant as he'd always been. He was tense and he didn't know how to deal with it. "You're not here long enough to be disrespecting Bambi." Perhaps a contradictory statement, given he'd both told Empyrah off for her words and made his own comment on Lazarus' antlers in the same sentence, but it was spoken with a soft quirk of the lips, a tone more joking and quiet than anything. He wasn't looking to start any shit, for once.
Given recent events, some would say it was hypocritical for him to say this, but he'd say they could go fuck themselves and learn a little about allegiances and enemies and senses of entitlement. Which might dig him deeper into this hole that he'd appeared in, but that sort of thing wasn't something Moon typically found himself aware of. He was much too caught up in sleepless nights and too-bright days and other angst-ridden things that made him how he'd been, recently.
But at least Lazarus thought he was nice. That's what really mattered. That Imperia was well and good, that Har was safe and healthy, that most others he cared about were still alive and kicking-- And maybe, possibly, that Gabriel was back, too. But the honeymoon faze was fading quick. He kept his distance as he approached, coming up behind Empyrah and knocking her over the head with his tail instead of sending a teasing quip any hybrid's way. It showed in the set of his shoulders, the way his head was held high and taught instead of drooping between his legs, languid and nonchalant as he'd always been. He was tense and he didn't know how to deal with it. "You're not here long enough to be disrespecting Bambi." Perhaps a contradictory statement, given he'd both told Empyrah off for her words and made his own comment on Lazarus' antlers in the same sentence, but it was spoken with a soft quirk of the lips, a tone more joking and quiet than anything. He wasn't looking to start any shit, for once.
[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]