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/ retro to capture!
Onision had enough of death. He had enough of hearing about how the people he loved were in a "better place". No, that was a bullshit lie that only fools believed. His mothers ditched him, and didn't even say a word to him before they let their Goddess take them away. Oni was a vengeful little bastard when it came to this, but he was still a child. Still so, so fragile emotionally. The slightest things made him break down, made him hurt, but he kept his tough face on despite the holes in his walls from where he'd punched them out of anger, despite the amount of hot water he uses to ease his stress away in long baths.
Nothing was ever okay with death, Oni noticed.
He had been on a walk through the territory, his single blue eye flickering over the forestry before his vampiric senses kicked in, smelling the delicious scent of blood. Fresh blood, and it smelt amazing. Oni couldn't help himself, as he slinked through the trees, his fangs extending until they were visible on the side of his jaw. He saw a body, his eye narrowing into a slit as blackness took over the white around the ghostly blue iris. Who was that? His form slunk closer, and Oni finally saw the person clearly. "Bast? Shit, oh my god. IMPERIA! MOON!" Oni yowled out, shivering at the sight of his mentor and adoptive brother's blood-soaked fur. He needed to control himself, he couldn't lose control.
"Let me out.." Aloysius' voice echoed in his head, making Oni shake it relentlessly. Never. He wouldn't drink from Bast. He could starve for all he cared about, but he would never drink from a clanmate.
Oni was panicking, his paws shaking as he settled close to Bast, his nose buried into Bast's side as if just the action could bring him back.
Onision didn't realize he could cry in public, but he was. Hot, messy tears slid down the chocolate feline's cheeks as he wished for Bast to come back. This had to be a joke.
.. Please be a joke..
/ retro to capture!
Onision had enough of death. He had enough of hearing about how the people he loved were in a "better place". No, that was a bullshit lie that only fools believed. His mothers ditched him, and didn't even say a word to him before they let their Goddess take them away. Oni was a vengeful little bastard when it came to this, but he was still a child. Still so, so fragile emotionally. The slightest things made him break down, made him hurt, but he kept his tough face on despite the holes in his walls from where he'd punched them out of anger, despite the amount of hot water he uses to ease his stress away in long baths.
Nothing was ever okay with death, Oni noticed.
He had been on a walk through the territory, his single blue eye flickering over the forestry before his vampiric senses kicked in, smelling the delicious scent of blood. Fresh blood, and it smelt amazing. Oni couldn't help himself, as he slinked through the trees, his fangs extending until they were visible on the side of his jaw. He saw a body, his eye narrowing into a slit as blackness took over the white around the ghostly blue iris. Who was that? His form slunk closer, and Oni finally saw the person clearly. "Bast? Shit, oh my god. IMPERIA! MOON!" Oni yowled out, shivering at the sight of his mentor and adoptive brother's blood-soaked fur. He needed to control himself, he couldn't lose control.
"Let me out.." Aloysius' voice echoed in his head, making Oni shake it relentlessly. Never. He wouldn't drink from Bast. He could starve for all he cared about, but he would never drink from a clanmate.
Oni was panicking, his paws shaking as he settled close to Bast, his nose buried into Bast's side as if just the action could bring him back.
Onision didn't realize he could cry in public, but he was. Hot, messy tears slid down the chocolate feline's cheeks as he wished for Bast to come back. This had to be a joke.
.. Please be a joke..
[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG
ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!
© ceilidh