the mortal boy king / captured

[the trash man]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]the island was where linux was born, the land to which she belonged to. cheesy things like those were nice, but in all honesty the snowy child did actually kind of believe those weird things. naive, closed off from the real world - the kitten didn't understand that there were mean-spirited people who would actively seek to rip you away from your home and make your life a living hell. because why would they do that? linux had no sense of politics yet, no sense of enemies and allies, only the sense of right and wrong. admittedly lots of times the alabaster linux knew that she was leaning towards wrong whenever she shouted, stole or lied. but this was a whole other level of wrong. it was scary.

bumbling up behind the heavier steps of lucifer, eyes widened in clear fear in the aftermath of junji's struggles. "wh-what the hell? those are junji's feathers, but that's not his scent though. i-it's not typhoon either!" clueless as to what another group could be like, linux couldn't name the scent. but in her mind, outside groups got that one bit more scary. "we gotta, gotta tell uncle pincher right? we gotta tell him right now! or caesar, or anyone!" the others would make it better, the guys who were more experienced and more helpful. even lucifer.