10-13-2018, 08:46 PM
[size=9pt]"Ascendants," Comes Moon's voice, not as loud as it is clear, washing down the hallways, seeping into every nook and cranny. The lion carries himself to the platform with all the grace of a crooked old man who's seen one too many wars, the slightest of limps to his paws, the obvious tension in his muscles as he leaps up, settles down to look over the base of the Observatory. "We got another Meeting. I'd appreciate it if you all listened up; this one's important."
His words are severely lacking his typical joviality, the sloppy charisma that always pours thick from his grinning maw. There's an uncharacteristic rigidity to the way he sits. To anyone that wasn't well-adjusted to his ways, it'd look like nothing more than the regality of a Leader, noble and kingly as he should be, but anyone that knew him would pick up on the difference instantly. The set of his shoulders, the way his head was held high and taut, was foreign on him. It made him look almost unrecognizable, alien. But there's anxiety fluttering in his chest and pulling his throat in on itself and if he were to let himself droop now he doubted he'd recover. There were certain times you couldn't let yourself look like a crashing and burning mess of a creature, no matter how much you were, and Moon was going with his gut on this one-- Now was one of those times.
His words are severely lacking his typical joviality, the sloppy charisma that always pours thick from his grinning maw. There's an uncharacteristic rigidity to the way he sits. To anyone that wasn't well-adjusted to his ways, it'd look like nothing more than the regality of a Leader, noble and kingly as he should be, but anyone that knew him would pick up on the difference instantly. The set of his shoulders, the way his head was held high and taut, was foreign on him. It made him look almost unrecognizable, alien. But there's anxiety fluttering in his chest and pulling his throat in on itself and if he were to let himself droop now he doubted he'd recover. There were certain times you couldn't let yourself look like a crashing and burning mess of a creature, no matter how much you were, and Moon was going with his gut on this one-- Now was one of those times.
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