10-12-2018, 07:34 PM
[size=9pt]What the fuck was going on.
It was a headspin. The whole thing. Between Sunhaven, Harland being captured, and still trying to get his grasp on leadership, Moon was falling to bits quicker than a drunk game of Jenga. He'd watched the sun fall and rise that day and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in between either. His mind was racing like a Thoroughbred on steroids and he couldn't fucking sit still, so he'd decided to go for a walk. Because walks are what everyone claims is the fix. But ten minutes in he comes across Lazarus, Titan, and a mauled corpse on the ground, and he realizes that was a fucking lie and walks only make shit worse. Had he stayed locked up in The Control Room, he would have never stumbled upon this colossal mess.
He stays silent for a few moment. Hazy eyes track the tear of skin at the body's lips, where its face is mangled and gruesome, and it's only Titan's voice that wakes him from whatever trance he falls into. 'What happened?' says the other lion, and, almost on instinct, Moon's voice bites, "Titan." The look the Seraph casts him is a warning, bordering on a reprimanding. Titan is entirely justified in his tone, but Moon is a ridiculously loyal creature and the strange sense of fondness he'd grown for the Gabe's aloof companion had started early. He wasn't about to let it go, after all this time.
Uncharacteristically still, almost painfully controlled in his movements, Moon steps forward and subconsciously places himself between the two. He sets the canine with a gaze that's so far from accusatory it should be laughable - but there's a dead body on the floor, so it's not. The look he does give him is something exhausted, patient. "Laz." He says, steady. "Did you do this?"
It was a headspin. The whole thing. Between Sunhaven, Harland being captured, and still trying to get his grasp on leadership, Moon was falling to bits quicker than a drunk game of Jenga. He'd watched the sun fall and rise that day and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in between either. His mind was racing like a Thoroughbred on steroids and he couldn't fucking sit still, so he'd decided to go for a walk. Because walks are what everyone claims is the fix. But ten minutes in he comes across Lazarus, Titan, and a mauled corpse on the ground, and he realizes that was a fucking lie and walks only make shit worse. Had he stayed locked up in The Control Room, he would have never stumbled upon this colossal mess.
He stays silent for a few moment. Hazy eyes track the tear of skin at the body's lips, where its face is mangled and gruesome, and it's only Titan's voice that wakes him from whatever trance he falls into. 'What happened?' says the other lion, and, almost on instinct, Moon's voice bites, "Titan." The look the Seraph casts him is a warning, bordering on a reprimanding. Titan is entirely justified in his tone, but Moon is a ridiculously loyal creature and the strange sense of fondness he'd grown for the Gabe's aloof companion had started early. He wasn't about to let it go, after all this time.
Uncharacteristically still, almost painfully controlled in his movements, Moon steps forward and subconsciously places himself between the two. He sets the canine with a gaze that's so far from accusatory it should be laughable - but there's a dead body on the floor, so it's not. The look he does give him is something exhausted, patient. "Laz." He says, steady. "Did you do this?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]