[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]in the heat of midday, with humidity causing fur to stick uncomfortably to skin, the soothsayer wandered from his home and through the dense jungle to the beach. the air was thick and tense, for reasons other than the temperature. he could taste it on his tongue, feel it hanging low on the breeze, and... junji stared with wide eyes, frozen, jaw agape.
a beast rampaged on the beach, kicking up sand as he went, teeth bared for goldenluxury until a flurry of flames burst into his side. bakugou, the fiery reaver, coming to the child's rescue, only to get mauled by the feral creature. a weak cry escaped the lips of the angel as he watched in horror, paralyzed by fear, unable to do anything to help his crewmates.
as he watched with a quivering lip, the breeze carried to him a scent; faint, but all too familiar. the air tasted of strawberries and smoke, a tint of spice, and the scents curled around him and blinded his senses for a moment. "luca," he breathed. the beast—the rampaging monster—was luca. it looked nothing like him, a massive creature lacking eyes and spines jutting from his back, he wasn't luca. no, something had happened to him to make him this way. junji swallowed thickly. would he recognize him? was there any way to stop him? could they get him back?
the angel released a shaky breath, forcing his stiff limbs forward. from the ocean at their side he pulled forward a wave, aiming to splash luca once as he neared. with wings spread out at either side of him, junji came to stop some steps in front of goldie, watching the feral creature with a frightened but stern gaze. "luca." he murmured. "luca, you need to stop... please. you're hurting your crewmates." junji took a slow step forward. "your friends," another step closer, and another.
he stood almost nose to nose with the much larger being now. he could hear his heart pounding in his ears; he was afraid of further aggravating luca in this state, and though he knew well that he was in danger, he was sure in his heart that luca didn't mean for this. junji knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt him or anyone else. "we aren't going to hurt you," the feline said softly, ever so slowly reaching a paw out. come back, please.
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a beast rampaged on the beach, kicking up sand as he went, teeth bared for goldenluxury until a flurry of flames burst into his side. bakugou, the fiery reaver, coming to the child's rescue, only to get mauled by the feral creature. a weak cry escaped the lips of the angel as he watched in horror, paralyzed by fear, unable to do anything to help his crewmates.
as he watched with a quivering lip, the breeze carried to him a scent; faint, but all too familiar. the air tasted of strawberries and smoke, a tint of spice, and the scents curled around him and blinded his senses for a moment. "luca," he breathed. the beast—the rampaging monster—was luca. it looked nothing like him, a massive creature lacking eyes and spines jutting from his back, he wasn't luca. no, something had happened to him to make him this way. junji swallowed thickly. would he recognize him? was there any way to stop him? could they get him back?
the angel released a shaky breath, forcing his stiff limbs forward. from the ocean at their side he pulled forward a wave, aiming to splash luca once as he neared. with wings spread out at either side of him, junji came to stop some steps in front of goldie, watching the feral creature with a frightened but stern gaze. "luca." he murmured. "luca, you need to stop... please. you're hurting your crewmates." junji took a slow step forward. "your friends," another step closer, and another.
he stood almost nose to nose with the much larger being now. he could hear his heart pounding in his ears; he was afraid of further aggravating luca in this state, and though he knew well that he was in danger, he was sure in his heart that luca didn't mean for this. junji knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt him or anyone else. "we aren't going to hurt you," the feline said softly, ever so slowly reaching a paw out. come back, please.
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