12-25-2018, 12:38 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Violence has always been a part of his life. From the day he was born, Orpheus had been adjusting to a world that only knew how to brutalize him. It wasn't as bad as it had been for some people — he could assume that Ambroise had been through hell, and Clarence had lived some sort of life. Everyone here had been in more trouble than they could imagine, he wouldn't claim to have had it the worst, but life wasn't easy. That didn't mean that he learned to accept it. Tolerate it, deal with it. He bled and made people bleed, yet as soon as it happened without reason, he'd get pissed. Violently pissed. His dad had taught him how to solve problems before they started, and Orpheus has claws that serve a purpose. He was older now, and the world is softer — he doesn't want to fight like he used to, but at the same time he's restless, eager for something. It's not a healthy kind of desire and he knows it, but it doesn't leave.
Still, this isn't the sort of thing that he had wanted. He had been mostly silent since his approach, standing uncomfortably in the back, fading away. He knows the Pitt. A bunch of savages, and a group he's sure would never act out of the kindness of their own hearts. After Clarence speaks, Orpheus pushes himself forward until he stands at the other's side, glancing around him at his other clanmates. Eventually, he manages to put his thoughts into words. "We won't just trust the word of someone whose paws are no cleaner," he murmurs quietly, mostly to Clarence. It's meant as an assurance that yes, he agrees: they need to find the truth. But the entire time, his eyes don't leave Ninazu. He had seen more lions in the last few weeks than he had in a year, but she's not like the men — Ambroise, Sephiroth; they were bigger, broader. Ninazu is slim like he is but with a mane that he lacks (which is a little frustrating, really). It's comfortable in a way, but he can't bring himself to feel at ease. Or appreciative.
"If anyone's way of life hinges on hurting innocent people, their way of life is wrong." His words are still flat and quiet, dawn colored eyes finally flicking from Ninazu to Inortis. They should look for the truth in whatever the Ardent is saying, but that's not something he'll say in front of her.
Still, this isn't the sort of thing that he had wanted. He had been mostly silent since his approach, standing uncomfortably in the back, fading away. He knows the Pitt. A bunch of savages, and a group he's sure would never act out of the kindness of their own hearts. After Clarence speaks, Orpheus pushes himself forward until he stands at the other's side, glancing around him at his other clanmates. Eventually, he manages to put his thoughts into words. "We won't just trust the word of someone whose paws are no cleaner," he murmurs quietly, mostly to Clarence. It's meant as an assurance that yes, he agrees: they need to find the truth. But the entire time, his eyes don't leave Ninazu. He had seen more lions in the last few weeks than he had in a year, but she's not like the men — Ambroise, Sephiroth; they were bigger, broader. Ninazu is slim like he is but with a mane that he lacks (which is a little frustrating, really). It's comfortable in a way, but he can't bring himself to feel at ease. Or appreciative.
"If anyone's way of life hinges on hurting innocent people, their way of life is wrong." His words are still flat and quiet, dawn colored eyes finally flicking from Ninazu to Inortis. They should look for the truth in whatever the Ardent is saying, but that's not something he'll say in front of her.
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣