masked man || OPEN, WOUNDED

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

This was not his home, if he even truly had one.

It was not even his place of origin. Though, it was reminiscent of such a situation.

He was not supposed to be here. He was not supposed to exist at all. But, he is, and he does, and the fox has learned to take over parts of the weapon's mind that he had wanted so desperately to go away. The young tiger was made for a specific purpose, and now someone has caught wind of it. Obedience is all he should now know. And his master...his master is hurt. Surrounded by foreigners now. Hostility was present in the air and all the tool may consider now is to protect. Though the words hardly press through his skull, he knows tone.

A growl emits from the slave as he approaches, a warning to step away from the fox. The tiger's head is held low, glowing orange eyes staring towards the group, alert. No words exit his mouth, simply a defensive stance as he grows closer in front of Jervis in an effort to protect the one he serves. Perhaps at one point the experiment knew how to fix such a thing, flames just as much a part of him as his lungs. But, knowledge he held before was overtaken by noise. Static in his head. So loud. Coherent thoughts have no room, only instinctual tendencies.