10-17-2018, 01:01 AM
[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
It was frustrating really, having this empty feeling within his chest it often made Quill question a few things but he never got an answer to any of them. Yet the distant feeling had seemed to alter his powers a bit, he was no longer in his birth form but rather one he had discovered a while ago. An odd strawberry tiger. He was laying on his side deciding to take the day a bit easy, he had so many thoughts in his mind. He had to raise and take care of his daughters, he had to uphold the Pitt values, he had to do his job or his boss (or whatever Stryker had entitled himself) would be a pissy bitch. Well, not really but still. It was a lot to do and take in. He wanted to do his best with all of it, the tiger glanced down at the bandana wrapped around his leg before he sighs quietly "If only you were here, ol' man." He mumbled under his breath closing both of his eyes.