[size=9pt]"Once." Says Moon, his voice harsh, gruff. He's coming to the end of his fuse, and it's clear. Head hanging low, the lion stands now with his legs parted, haunches braced for attack, because Marina's intentions are clear, and there's only so long he'll stand and take it. He watches her rear up, and Gabriel disappears behind her, and for a moment his throat closes up tight and he feels a jolt of panic for the hybrid. It's replaced quickly with something hot, something molten. "You tried talking once. What the fuck kinda' scum raids over a border spat--"
Moon's speech being cut off seems to be a common trend throughout this raid, and it happens again. His throat stops working, and so does his brain, and so does every partical of his body as something takes hold of his entire being and drags him, hard, against the ground. A pain so searing and powerful takes over and he can simultaneously feel nothing and everything. From his mouth rips a sound so small and pained it's almost silent, and he wonders if he's dying but then he sees Harland being picked up in Bucky's jaws and he can't find it in himself to care. Golden eyes stretch wide and desperate, and against the will of the paralysis that's taken hold of his body, he reaches out with one paw towards Buckingham's retreating figure, and he roars. "Har!"
He's only thinking of massive, glistening eyes and that ribcage so tiny it's sure to be made of toothpics when Marina's staring him in the face and spilling a blur of words he's not listening to. Toothpics snap so easily. Ya rotten creature-- His son. Ain't worth the throne he-- She took his fucking son.
Mid-spiel, Moon brings his head back and snaps it forward, aiming to smash his skull into the Sunhaven Leader’s. Something would shatter, and whether it's his own skull, Marina's, or the release of her hold on him, he doesn't know. He can feel blood welling in his mouth, and the contraction of his body slipping away. From there, he rips himself from her hold and steps back, heaving breaths in an attempt to make his body feel like a body again, but it's all in vain. Whatever. He doesn't fucking care. He takes a moment to recover and then, with a shocking amount of power, the lion aimed to collide his body with Marina's so brutally and violently it's sure to knock the wind from her lungs. Again, and then he aims to lift one arm and pin her neck, hoping to hold her to the wall. His voice is sickly damp, sloppy with blood when he speaks. "Take your manic ass and the rest of your sorry excuse of a Clan get the fuck out of our Camp."
Moon's speech being cut off seems to be a common trend throughout this raid, and it happens again. His throat stops working, and so does his brain, and so does every partical of his body as something takes hold of his entire being and drags him, hard, against the ground. A pain so searing and powerful takes over and he can simultaneously feel nothing and everything. From his mouth rips a sound so small and pained it's almost silent, and he wonders if he's dying but then he sees Harland being picked up in Bucky's jaws and he can't find it in himself to care. Golden eyes stretch wide and desperate, and against the will of the paralysis that's taken hold of his body, he reaches out with one paw towards Buckingham's retreating figure, and he roars. "Har!"
He's only thinking of massive, glistening eyes and that ribcage so tiny it's sure to be made of toothpics when Marina's staring him in the face and spilling a blur of words he's not listening to. Toothpics snap so easily. Ya rotten creature-- His son. Ain't worth the throne he-- She took his fucking son.
Mid-spiel, Moon brings his head back and snaps it forward, aiming to smash his skull into the Sunhaven Leader’s. Something would shatter, and whether it's his own skull, Marina's, or the release of her hold on him, he doesn't know. He can feel blood welling in his mouth, and the contraction of his body slipping away. From there, he rips himself from her hold and steps back, heaving breaths in an attempt to make his body feel like a body again, but it's all in vain. Whatever. He doesn't fucking care. He takes a moment to recover and then, with a shocking amount of power, the lion aimed to collide his body with Marina's so brutally and violently it's sure to knock the wind from her lungs. Again, and then he aims to lift one arm and pin her neck, hoping to hold her to the wall. His voice is sickly damp, sloppy with blood when he speaks. "Take your manic ass and the rest of your sorry excuse of a Clan get the fuck out of our Camp."
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