03-07-2019, 03:45 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]Boss. It was strange being called that. It felt as if ants crawled through his pelt which reminded him of the biting responsibility at his paws every time the word came out of someone’s mouth. It felt almost wrong to be regarded as such. Everyone looked to him to call the shots, and what was he to them? A big loser, weak, and impulsive. Much that he did was a decision made too quickly without second thought, flawed and not executed well, but this perhaps time it was different. He was able to channel months of frustration with no outlet into a single moment, this small party wandering into the depths of the jungle to cause utter havoc, and that was all they needed.
The tips of his claws flexed into the skin of his forearms as if to alleviate an itch that was not there, a mere tic spurned from his restless nerves. It had been happening often in addition to the short outbursts of violent tremors that overtook his body when he became overwhelmed. Crow was sure the others were staring at him, thought he was a freak, thought what they were about to do was irrational and dumb and—
Stop. You’ll do just fine.
It was no use battering himself down. He just needed to stop thinking for even a moment. Irrational and dumb or not, they were already this far, and turning back was no longer an option.
A breath faintly whistled through his teeth as he sucked in air, and he examined those present and giving them all a nod. Leroy, although shaky, would always have his back. Arrow, as ready as she could ever be with a devilish grin across her maw. And Beck, his luminous eyes fixated ahead in an emotionless stare.
"Sic ‘em," the feline hissed through bared teeth, slipped the mask over his face, then would take the plunge.
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