YOU AND NOT ME --- kian

[SÉAMUS]

☠ I will not take this anymore; these words will never be ignored. you want a battle? here's a war —

The pirate paced restlessly beside the railroad tracks.  Eyes on the beyond.  This was a plan.  A goodbye.  He did not plan on waiting for some raid.  Seamus had always been better at infiltration than direct combat.  His gleaming eyes glinted dangerously towards the lands beyond.  It was only a matter of following the scent, then remembering directions.  He did not look forward towards the desert, but he was a shifter; he could get comfortable. "Deartháir, I know you're here." The faerie frowned, brows furrowed.

His twin did not approve.  He was not surprised.  During the war, while he learned to spy, Kian learned to fight, to command troops in the thick of battle.  That was Kian's way.  Seamus planned on doing this his way.  If that meant his brother's irk, it was well worth it. Maybe you should just wait, the nagging voice in the back of his head argued.  Wait this one out.  She may be scarred, but they'll get here out... Most likely.  The uncertainty made his paws itch.  She's not yours.  Well.  Not likely yours.  The feline grit his teeth, tail lashing once.

"Ná déan iarracht stop a chur orm." This was logical, this made sense.  A forward assult was not always the best answer, especially when they enemy had a fortress.  When the enemy had the home advantage. "Will you tell them where I've gone?" It would be... Good to have the backup of his crew knowing but... It made discovery more likely.  That wasn't his way.

[member=267]Kian.[/member]
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠

#psychosocial.