Can't Come To The Phone;; Healer Needed.

[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Perhaps it was his demonic blood encouraging his negative emotions, or maybe he'd just been feeling tense lately, but Luca didn't react well to the low hiss that Masie shot in his direction. That rose eye of his narrowed and pink flames flared up around his paws. In his eyes, the raptor was only proving his point, reacting to his words with what he could only view as anger. In reality it was probably something closer to indigence, but he had no time for analysing the emotions of something he viewed as a lesser creature, something that only mimicked emotions for the sake of tricking food and shelter out of real animals. Junji's presence was the only thing that stopped him from lunging at the raptor, fangs sharp and prepped to do what Delta had done to him all those months ago. It was for the sake of the angel that the fire around his paws slowly receded into nothing more than a couple glowing embers, all of his rage stored in the subtle shake of his legs.

He had to be better, he knew that, but it was so hard with Owen just sitting here. He leaned into Junji's touch once the soothsayer was done with tending to Masie's wound, and he was silent for one second. Two. But then he couldn't hold it back anymore. "It hurts," he said as he pulled away from the feline, voice soft but definitely not kind. "I was weak and vulnerable, but instead of attacking someone that was actually doing something, you ordered one of those scaly bitches to kill me! I just wanted to see Shine. What's the big deal if i regenerated, huh? I still had to feel my body being torn apart, and then feel it pull itself together, and you haven't even said sorry! Why would I not hold a grudge?" Truthfully, he was mad that Owen was allowed in the Typhoon in the first place. He cared not for the hurt in those amber eyes, for it could never compare to what he had felt. From Luca's perspective, Owen wouldn't understand the pain, the exhaustion, of what he had made the hellhound go through, and the fact that he thought it was justified brought enraged tears to the corners of the coffee coloured canine's eyes. "Fuck off and die, Owen."

He had come so that he could stay close to Junji, but he knew nothing good would come of him hanging around. His lips curled in a snarl that didn't fit his features, and then he turned tail and abandoned the whole situation. He'd no doubt regret his anger later, but that didn't help the present whatsoever.