10-08-2018, 02:54 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce had grown rather used to death and violence; hell, he even expected it at this point. It was something that he had practically grown up around, thrown into a world of pain and horrors the moment he stepped foot into his first clan. There’d been captured, attacks, battles- some fights had even been between clanmates, the fact that anyone could be faking their identity or snap at any moment one that was accepted pretty much universally. Pierce had seen clanmates, friends, even family ripped to shreds, whether that be literal or metaphorical. He’d been subject to pain, too. He had been captured, tortured, attacked, even killed- though that last one had been a friend’s doing. Pierce had experience with these things, a lot of it, and one might expect him to be desensitized by now. Unfortunately for the dappled feline, that wasn’t the case.
It hadn’t been Marina’s call to draw him to the scene, but the terribly familiar stench of blood. The moment it reached his nose he went rigid, amber eyes alert as he scanned his surroundings, eventually locating the source of the smell- what looked to be a small merchant’s shop, or perhaps home, the sounds of many muffled voices being the last giveaway.
Pierce knew exactly what he was walking in on when he approached, but that didn’t stop his stomach from twisting at the sight. Gore seeped onto the floor, and he swore you could cut the tension with a knife. The Goldenblood’s heart was hammering so hard he swore it would burst, pulse quite apparent as it roared in his ears, though he gave away none of this, expression neutral as he looked from the limp figure of his former clanmates to those speaking. "Of course," he agreed with Leviathan, giving a slight nod. He didn’t really know the guy, but he seemed familiar with these situations, judging by his minimal reaction to the sight of the body. "I say we retaliate- talking clearly doesn’t work with these people," Pierce added, voice steady despite the threat of his ever so slightly quivering jaw. He was disappointed, for sure- he used to have such respect for the Ascendants and it’s people, but it was clear that they weren’t a group worth caring for. Was it the leader change? Quite possibly, though he couldn’t say- he’d never met the new guy. He would add more, but he figured he’d wait to see what Marina had to say- he could save any plans he may have for later, if they did intend on sending out a raid of some sort.
"speech"
It hadn’t been Marina’s call to draw him to the scene, but the terribly familiar stench of blood. The moment it reached his nose he went rigid, amber eyes alert as he scanned his surroundings, eventually locating the source of the smell- what looked to be a small merchant’s shop, or perhaps home, the sounds of many muffled voices being the last giveaway.
Pierce knew exactly what he was walking in on when he approached, but that didn’t stop his stomach from twisting at the sight. Gore seeped onto the floor, and he swore you could cut the tension with a knife. The Goldenblood’s heart was hammering so hard he swore it would burst, pulse quite apparent as it roared in his ears, though he gave away none of this, expression neutral as he looked from the limp figure of his former clanmates to those speaking. "Of course," he agreed with Leviathan, giving a slight nod. He didn’t really know the guy, but he seemed familiar with these situations, judging by his minimal reaction to the sight of the body. "I say we retaliate- talking clearly doesn’t work with these people," Pierce added, voice steady despite the threat of his ever so slightly quivering jaw. He was disappointed, for sure- he used to have such respect for the Ascendants and it’s people, but it was clear that they weren’t a group worth caring for. Was it the leader change? Quite possibly, though he couldn’t say- he’d never met the new guy. He would add more, but he figured he’d wait to see what Marina had to say- he could save any plans he may have for later, if they did intend on sending out a raid of some sort.
"speech"
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