08-28-2019, 11:11 PM
What was once a strong stench in the pay was now a subtle cue to Perseus. The reek of the dead scattered throughout the area. His sensitive nose scrunched up in disgust upon realizing. Uncertainty caused him to grow closer to the scene, lurking about the edge of the junk yard until the found the entrance. Pawsteps of the others rang through his ears, most coming to an eventual stop. Movement past that was void. All seemed still from afar.
Upon growing closer, the heavy breaths and lowly pleading rushed through his ears. He managed to pick up the majority of Wormwood’s frantic apologies and Moth’s empathy, but past that there was nothing. Something had gone dearly wrong...
Rounding around a smaller trash pile, rattling a bag of tin cans on his way past, the canine found himself in the middle of the event. Wormwood was now gone, somewhere else. In the meantime, the others were left sulking. Perseus could not see the pain in their faces or read their agonizing thoughts in the moment, but he could almost imagine the terror. Even the tense air was enough to tell a story.
Certainly, no strings were attached. Pastel meant nothing to him as per usual with Perseus. Another lifeless body laid before his paws, stagnant and still like the others. To the others though, this girl meant something. There was a connection Pastel had with the others that the German Shepherd could not understand. They all seemed to cherish her here today, even those who didn’t know her and instead chose to respect her body. Some even stood in silence. Even so, the canine had experienced relationships that made him felt similar and ended so closely like this. He could understand their pain. There was no sympathy to his dull expression though.
He lowered to his haunches, sitting respectfully. As per usual, the German Shepherd uttered nothing and kept to himself. There was nothing for him to say.
Something rubbed him the wrong way when Wormwood returned though. The heavy breaths and the drop of the blanket broke through the silence, causing his head to snap to the side. Clouded eyes stared down the winged lion. They were blaming thremselves for the death of someone they barely knew. Of course Wormwood could been there. Everyone else could of been there assisting Pastel, but fate didn’t work out that way. What’s done was done. There was no going back. Yet here they were, playing the victim and pleading to the real victims to the horrific crime. How disrespectful.
This wasn’t surprisng to the older warrior though. With Wormwood’s feral significant other attempting to join after they captured Samantha, Perseus already had his suspicions. Something about them unnerved him. So far he couldn’t quite put a paw on it.
Perseus’ maw pulled back into a snarl. His ears pulled back and laid on top of his skull, signaling his distaste. ”Shut up, Wormwood,” he demandingly barked. That said, the canine expected nothing more except the lion’s utmost respect and silence throughout this process. Otherwise he’d be giving a stern talk to the other later.
//mobile + late, apologies
Upon growing closer, the heavy breaths and lowly pleading rushed through his ears. He managed to pick up the majority of Wormwood’s frantic apologies and Moth’s empathy, but past that there was nothing. Something had gone dearly wrong...
Rounding around a smaller trash pile, rattling a bag of tin cans on his way past, the canine found himself in the middle of the event. Wormwood was now gone, somewhere else. In the meantime, the others were left sulking. Perseus could not see the pain in their faces or read their agonizing thoughts in the moment, but he could almost imagine the terror. Even the tense air was enough to tell a story.
Certainly, no strings were attached. Pastel meant nothing to him as per usual with Perseus. Another lifeless body laid before his paws, stagnant and still like the others. To the others though, this girl meant something. There was a connection Pastel had with the others that the German Shepherd could not understand. They all seemed to cherish her here today, even those who didn’t know her and instead chose to respect her body. Some even stood in silence. Even so, the canine had experienced relationships that made him felt similar and ended so closely like this. He could understand their pain. There was no sympathy to his dull expression though.
He lowered to his haunches, sitting respectfully. As per usual, the German Shepherd uttered nothing and kept to himself. There was nothing for him to say.
Something rubbed him the wrong way when Wormwood returned though. The heavy breaths and the drop of the blanket broke through the silence, causing his head to snap to the side. Clouded eyes stared down the winged lion. They were blaming thremselves for the death of someone they barely knew. Of course Wormwood could been there. Everyone else could of been there assisting Pastel, but fate didn’t work out that way. What’s done was done. There was no going back. Yet here they were, playing the victim and pleading to the real victims to the horrific crime. How disrespectful.
This wasn’t surprisng to the older warrior though. With Wormwood’s feral significant other attempting to join after they captured Samantha, Perseus already had his suspicions. Something about them unnerved him. So far he couldn’t quite put a paw on it.
Perseus’ maw pulled back into a snarl. His ears pulled back and laid on top of his skull, signaling his distaste. ”Shut up, Wormwood,” he demandingly barked. That said, the canine expected nothing more except the lion’s utmost respect and silence throughout this process. Otherwise he’d be giving a stern talk to the other later.
//mobile + late, apologies
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