12-23-2018, 03:03 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]
Freedom held meaning to Lucky, but perhaps in the more figurative sense than a literal one. Freedom meant having free roam of the world, being independent, traveling the lands like a lone wolf. He had taken upon that lifestyle months ago after he had fled the city. Things had gone wrong, way wrong after his uncle had died. While Lucky could have taken matters into his own hands, it wouldn't have been easy, and he would have risked his whole family turning against him. Instead, he had slipped away and had broken free of the holds that the pack had held over him. It felt new, it felt exhilirating. No longer was he just a simple pawn in their game.
Voices, sobs had piqued his aurals. Call him nosy or just call him plain curious, but Lucky had gone to investigate. It was possible that someone was just having a bad day and needed to release their emotions into the open, and in that case, he would make for a swift exit. However, he was met with an unexpected sight — the form of the cloaked snow leopard, Rhiannon, lifeless upon the ground. A few lengths away was an unfamiliar feline, the one who was shaking and sobbing. The fellow Skald had been in prime health, at least from what he had assumed. How could she have gone so soon? There was no blood, no wounds, nothing. Lucky could only assume that this was a Roseblood or perhaps a loner they had paid off, maybe they had poisoned her or stripped her of life in another way.
The hellhound moved forward, dark form nearly blending into the inky night. His deep amber hues were alight with a boiling anger, fiery embers beginning to glisten in their reflection. He looked as if he had crawled out from the deep d e p t h s of Hell itself, a rumbling growl escaping his throat. Lucky locked his gaze onto the domestic feline, stepping around Rhiannon's body and baring deadly, pearly whites at her as he advanced slowly but in a threatening fashion. He was ready to lurch forward and enclose scissorlike jaws around the cat's neck. Lucky didn't know Rhiannon very well; in fact, none of these Pittians had succeeded in earning his loyalty. However, if this was meant as a threat, then he would not tolerate it.
Voices, sobs had piqued his aurals. Call him nosy or just call him plain curious, but Lucky had gone to investigate. It was possible that someone was just having a bad day and needed to release their emotions into the open, and in that case, he would make for a swift exit. However, he was met with an unexpected sight — the form of the cloaked snow leopard, Rhiannon, lifeless upon the ground. A few lengths away was an unfamiliar feline, the one who was shaking and sobbing. The fellow Skald had been in prime health, at least from what he had assumed. How could she have gone so soon? There was no blood, no wounds, nothing. Lucky could only assume that this was a Roseblood or perhaps a loner they had paid off, maybe they had poisoned her or stripped her of life in another way.
The hellhound moved forward, dark form nearly blending into the inky night. His deep amber hues were alight with a boiling anger, fiery embers beginning to glisten in their reflection. He looked as if he had crawled out from the deep d e p t h s of Hell itself, a rumbling growl escaping his throat. Lucky locked his gaze onto the domestic feline, stepping around Rhiannon's body and baring deadly, pearly whites at her as he advanced slowly but in a threatening fashion. He was ready to lurch forward and enclose scissorlike jaws around the cat's neck. Lucky didn't know Rhiannon very well; in fact, none of these Pittians had succeeded in earning his loyalty. However, if this was meant as a threat, then he would not tolerate it.
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