10-13-2018, 06:03 PM
[size=9pt]Moon's been hanging around the border recently. If he's not busy with something else, he's weaving through the undergrowth at the boundaries, running lone border patrols, sitting in his own cloud of steady paranoia. There's something on the horizon, he can feel it. Hovering over them like a bird of prey.
He wouldn't be surprised if the rest of them were feeling it, too. Sunhaven storming the Observatory and the multiple dead bodies being uncovered throughout the territory was enough to put them all on edge. Extra caution was a given. Even to the point Onision was taking it to.
I'm not one of them. "Why not?" He says, words coming so soon after the stranger's finished speaking that they almost cut over him, almost clip the end of his sentence. The lion slips from the tall grasses, silent in his movements, tense and controlled so much that it exudes from him, fills the air as a heavy stagnancy. He looks the canine over, noticing his bizarre features but focusing instead on the turn in of his shoulders, how he hangs his head low. This isn't a Pittian. At least not by choice. "They got you in chains over there, or what?" He asks, and whilst his voice isn't soft or welcoming, it's not exactly disdainful, either. Rather detached, mostly empty, contemplating. "I know those scum get off on shackles and shit. You got a master you left behind?"
He wouldn't be surprised if the rest of them were feeling it, too. Sunhaven storming the Observatory and the multiple dead bodies being uncovered throughout the territory was enough to put them all on edge. Extra caution was a given. Even to the point Onision was taking it to.
I'm not one of them. "Why not?" He says, words coming so soon after the stranger's finished speaking that they almost cut over him, almost clip the end of his sentence. The lion slips from the tall grasses, silent in his movements, tense and controlled so much that it exudes from him, fills the air as a heavy stagnancy. He looks the canine over, noticing his bizarre features but focusing instead on the turn in of his shoulders, how he hangs his head low. This isn't a Pittian. At least not by choice. "They got you in chains over there, or what?" He asks, and whilst his voice isn't soft or welcoming, it's not exactly disdainful, either. Rather detached, mostly empty, contemplating. "I know those scum get off on shackles and shit. You got a master you left behind?"
[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]