LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR // MURDER

[LEVIATHAN]

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LEVIATHAN

[ diamond in the rough ]

Leviathan wasn't surprised on what he walked in on, the scenery much too familiar to him. The scent of blood. The lingering tension of a death. It hardly caused much of a reaction to the tired male, his half-lidded metallic gray eyes locked onto the faces of the others, bouncing to each reaction as the muscular lean figure forced himself to look down at the two corpses that now lay in front of him. His deadpanned reaction showed nothing but in the inside, he felt a sudden darkness. A darkness of wanting to kill who had ever decided the lives of his clanmates to be squandered like they were just trash and nothing more. His stoic gaze briefly flickered towards Buckingham, eyes narrowing as he let out a small scoff. [b]"Reminds you of your work in the past, Buckingham?" Leviathan stated flatly, not hesitating in caring on the consequences of stating his resentment for the maine coon. All the murders in the past had been of his clanmates, all the deaths that Levi had tried so hard to avoid were all coming back to him and he wanted to just launch himself to the bastard that had caused a majority of them. The japanese bobtail's composure remained calm as Levi's ears pricked at the question that Gordon made. "They killed our own, shortly after the alliance break. Not surprising if this is some sort of bitter act for not sticking with the damn fuckers. We can't sit back and let them see we won't do shit. We need to attack and show them not to fuck with us." He remembered his past ranks in his previous home, how he had excelled in warfare.

All his life, Leviathan had to fight. Fight off a beast that wanted his food in his childhood. Fight off bastards that threatened his home and plagued the place with fear. Levi didn't want this to happen here as well. Not while he was around. The broad-shouldered obsidian japanese bobtail's left ear twitched as the short male stated "But we need to bury them and hold a funeral first. It's not right to have them out like this...it's not okay." The hesitance in his voice was the only flaw in his statue-like appearance and behavior, his lower jaw tightening as he suppressed the urge to just go out on his own and find the true culprit behind the murders. However, he remained rooted to where he was as the undersized male's attention snapped towards Marina, wondering what their leader would desire to do about the tense situation.

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