09-11-2019, 06:53 PM
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Roman didn't have control over his actions, and hadn't for a while now. The souls in his body had been fighting for control ever sense he had joined the Pitt, and, eventually, there was one that started to show his head every now and then, having fought Warpaint and won, it continued to try and attack the two souls that had once been one, now severed in half due to the actions that Roman had done when he was younger. The weaker half had been silenced for a while now, Tunnelkit dormant, his own little soul trying to heal and get stronger to no avail, so lastly it was Trojan, the victor of the two other souls, trying to take command of the vessel that they all shared, ready to fight the shard of soul that was Roman's. Even though it was only a shard, however, it was still stronger than the three others, but it was getting tired, and Roman was starting to become more and more drained the longer he fought, and there were many times where he slipped and Trojan took over, this being one of those times.
Although he was a Pittian, Roman didn't like to harm others. He'd sit and watch, sure, but he very rarely participated in things such as torture or fighting. Of course, the exception being if he had been attacked first, then he would attack in retaliation - and he was a strong fighter too, despite his missing limb. Trojan, however, had come from a long line of war-bound lineage, each member fighting more and more to keep strong, to make sure they could be the best there was, and didn't care about who it was they were attacking and killing. They simply liked to do so. Trojan in and of himself, however, was a kiss-ass, and would do anything to get on the good side of whatever leader they were under, so, of course, when the soul had taken over, he decided to try and take revenge on Tanglewood for Jervis. He didn't care if he had been told to or not - he was going to do it in hopes that he'd be able to wiggle his way into the rankings and gain the trust of the vulpine leader. Even if he didn't respect the other, he still held the power, and it was best to not get on his bad side.
Padding into the swamp of Tanglewood, and annoyed hiss could be heard coming from the male's maw. The territory here was not the best for a three legged feline, especially not one used to the body that he was currently in, unsure how, exactly, to shift into another form at this point in time. But he couldn't complain too much. Roman was usually in a form of a domestic feline, but currently the male was the form of a Mexican Wolf, large enough to take on most of the creatures here, he was sure.
He had been keeping close to the border, jaws open as he drank in the rank scent of the swamp and those who resided here, nose wrinkling in disgust as the scent of a tangler drew closer, though ears would prick, keeping watch of the sound to make sure he was ready when they neared, a smirk on his maw as he saw a small glimpse of golden fur and ruffled feathers walking slowly. He'd creep forward, making sure to keep down wind and watch where his paws went, making sure to keep her in sight before realizing what she was doing - collecting herbs. That made this better. If he was able to take out one of their medics there'd be less in the group to heal those that were harmed by their own rankings, and while she was distracted, that's when he pounced.
Muscles bunched up and the one controlling Roman's body would use his back leg to propel himself forward, front paws outstretched before he made contact, landing hard onto Moth's body, knocking her over, causing a loud yell for "help" to come from her before he slammed his front paws onto her face, pushing it into the mud to muffle her yell. Moth closed her eyes tightly before she felt pain wash over the left side of her face, and a growl came from Roman's throat. "Shut up, and I'll make this easy for you." He'd bark out, pushing her face further into the mud, a small whimper coming from Moth's throat in fear, causing the canine to push harder, causing a small popping noise to come from Moth's jaw and paw would move to her throat as he began to push, hard enough for her to only be able to breathe slightly. "I said quiet, but I guess you can't follow orders." He'd growl, finally pushing down hard enough for her to pass out, before he lifted the paw.
Padding to the side of the unconscious leopard, he would sink his teeth into her front leg, breaking the skin before beginning to pull, hard, in an attempt to begin dragging her out of this territory so that he would have enough room to drape her over his back and begin his trek home. Too bad he didn't know there was someone else nearby.
Roman didn't have control over his actions, and hadn't for a while now. The souls in his body had been fighting for control ever sense he had joined the Pitt, and, eventually, there was one that started to show his head every now and then, having fought Warpaint and won, it continued to try and attack the two souls that had once been one, now severed in half due to the actions that Roman had done when he was younger. The weaker half had been silenced for a while now, Tunnelkit dormant, his own little soul trying to heal and get stronger to no avail, so lastly it was Trojan, the victor of the two other souls, trying to take command of the vessel that they all shared, ready to fight the shard of soul that was Roman's. Even though it was only a shard, however, it was still stronger than the three others, but it was getting tired, and Roman was starting to become more and more drained the longer he fought, and there were many times where he slipped and Trojan took over, this being one of those times.
Although he was a Pittian, Roman didn't like to harm others. He'd sit and watch, sure, but he very rarely participated in things such as torture or fighting. Of course, the exception being if he had been attacked first, then he would attack in retaliation - and he was a strong fighter too, despite his missing limb. Trojan, however, had come from a long line of war-bound lineage, each member fighting more and more to keep strong, to make sure they could be the best there was, and didn't care about who it was they were attacking and killing. They simply liked to do so. Trojan in and of himself, however, was a kiss-ass, and would do anything to get on the good side of whatever leader they were under, so, of course, when the soul had taken over, he decided to try and take revenge on Tanglewood for Jervis. He didn't care if he had been told to or not - he was going to do it in hopes that he'd be able to wiggle his way into the rankings and gain the trust of the vulpine leader. Even if he didn't respect the other, he still held the power, and it was best to not get on his bad side.
Padding into the swamp of Tanglewood, and annoyed hiss could be heard coming from the male's maw. The territory here was not the best for a three legged feline, especially not one used to the body that he was currently in, unsure how, exactly, to shift into another form at this point in time. But he couldn't complain too much. Roman was usually in a form of a domestic feline, but currently the male was the form of a Mexican Wolf, large enough to take on most of the creatures here, he was sure.
He had been keeping close to the border, jaws open as he drank in the rank scent of the swamp and those who resided here, nose wrinkling in disgust as the scent of a tangler drew closer, though ears would prick, keeping watch of the sound to make sure he was ready when they neared, a smirk on his maw as he saw a small glimpse of golden fur and ruffled feathers walking slowly. He'd creep forward, making sure to keep down wind and watch where his paws went, making sure to keep her in sight before realizing what she was doing - collecting herbs. That made this better. If he was able to take out one of their medics there'd be less in the group to heal those that were harmed by their own rankings, and while she was distracted, that's when he pounced.
Muscles bunched up and the one controlling Roman's body would use his back leg to propel himself forward, front paws outstretched before he made contact, landing hard onto Moth's body, knocking her over, causing a loud yell for "help" to come from her before he slammed his front paws onto her face, pushing it into the mud to muffle her yell. Moth closed her eyes tightly before she felt pain wash over the left side of her face, and a growl came from Roman's throat. "Shut up, and I'll make this easy for you." He'd bark out, pushing her face further into the mud, a small whimper coming from Moth's throat in fear, causing the canine to push harder, causing a small popping noise to come from Moth's jaw and paw would move to her throat as he began to push, hard enough for her to only be able to breathe slightly. "I said quiet, but I guess you can't follow orders." He'd growl, finally pushing down hard enough for her to pass out, before he lifted the paw.
Padding to the side of the unconscious leopard, he would sink his teeth into her front leg, breaking the skin before beginning to pull, hard, in an attempt to begin dragging her out of this territory so that he would have enough room to drape her over his back and begin his trek home. Too bad he didn't know there was someone else nearby.