11-19-2018, 07:50 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]He knew the press of a God, the belief within held in a heart that had beat only for the one, yet time had worn at what had been nothing more then dressed up lies. Rather then any worry of sin or the accompanying consequences, well had his teenage and adult years been seeped with such things once called sin, it had been the press of his father, holding his family beneath him, controlling with his own belief. This seemed no different no matter the names this God, or within the case of those here Gods, bore it was all just a pretty way to hide there was nothing there but lies to control and manipulate.
Flick of lone ear, the only one that stood for the other flopped over upon itself and thus his hearing was impaired some, lift of fur along the line of his spine. Carrying minimal experience with animals of any great size Mogar acted as one may expect, the fear apparent in the twist of dark lips, faint the sound drawn from his throat. Similar was his own reasoning for raising, allowing his steps to draw him forth, touch of dark eyes upon the larger canine brief. Bad blood tainted what was a strong bond between them still, the years and the bloodshed they had both experienced, been apart of, enough so they were family in a way.
“You ever take that fuckin mask off, I wanna see your ugly mug one of these days,” quip rose with casual ease, spoken a great many times before. Well known was it Vagabond refused to remove the mask for any reason, identity kept under tight wraps even within the penthouse they had once shared, stark the contrast between them for never had Mogar bothered to hide his own face unless they were invading enemy territory. Instead he spoke with a laugh at the edge of his words, sharp the draw of smile before he drew to a halt, ear flicking as the announcements began.
Difficult was it to swallow the words, this speak of Gods. Indeed did it seem the humans were a great deal more advanced though such proved apparent, it mattered not the sentience of these animals they lacked the experience they had gained from history. The blood they had shed had not been for sacrifices in the name of some God but for their own gain, at times mere vendetta pushing them into action. Scoff rose and the canine was turning, departing the scene before all was concluded, thinking it better to leave all of this to the rest of them who cared for such things, this was nothing more then temporary refugee for all he cared.
Flick of lone ear, the only one that stood for the other flopped over upon itself and thus his hearing was impaired some, lift of fur along the line of his spine. Carrying minimal experience with animals of any great size Mogar acted as one may expect, the fear apparent in the twist of dark lips, faint the sound drawn from his throat. Similar was his own reasoning for raising, allowing his steps to draw him forth, touch of dark eyes upon the larger canine brief. Bad blood tainted what was a strong bond between them still, the years and the bloodshed they had both experienced, been apart of, enough so they were family in a way.
“You ever take that fuckin mask off, I wanna see your ugly mug one of these days,” quip rose with casual ease, spoken a great many times before. Well known was it Vagabond refused to remove the mask for any reason, identity kept under tight wraps even within the penthouse they had once shared, stark the contrast between them for never had Mogar bothered to hide his own face unless they were invading enemy territory. Instead he spoke with a laugh at the edge of his words, sharp the draw of smile before he drew to a halt, ear flicking as the announcements began.
Difficult was it to swallow the words, this speak of Gods. Indeed did it seem the humans were a great deal more advanced though such proved apparent, it mattered not the sentience of these animals they lacked the experience they had gained from history. The blood they had shed had not been for sacrifices in the name of some God but for their own gain, at times mere vendetta pushing them into action. Scoff rose and the canine was turning, departing the scene before all was concluded, thinking it better to leave all of this to the rest of them who cared for such things, this was nothing more then temporary refugee for all he cared.