12-18-2019, 11:29 AM
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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
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[OOC: ]
To say it was a relief to see Fourthwall would be an understatement. In fact the brute felt surprise more than anything. He had forgotten that their friend was... pregnant and in a much smaller form than what the jaguar was used to. Their eagerness also caught him by surprise, not expecting his fellow marauder to have missed him so much.
Truth be told, Kydobi expected Fourthwall to have been slaughtered. Although he was very happy to see them, he was still in shock and his face was slow as his movements.
Eyes would flicker to the floor when he noted the change of tone, worry. His focus switched to his mud caked paws, the dirtiest he had ever seen them. It would take long to clean it thoroughly.
The jaguar sighed, not saying anything. Moments to those outside but inside his mind he was stuck in a memory that felt like forever. The feeling of dying is what stuck the most, the darkness. That falling sensation, he couldn’t figure it out. But once he smashed painlessly into his... body...
He shook his head and furled his eyebrows at the ground. Death was a cold hotel room. He had no intentions of going back.
Then Gael would come and he would raise his head, where was Aine? She was okay? When the fox mentioned he relaxed. Allowing them to observe him.
He had no wounds, despite the serious damage done. He hadn’t been dead long enough for the wounds to have seal up into scars the way they had. But they were, across his face and eye and a terrible nasty looking amount on his throat. Even on his shoulders and thighs.
A reminder of his failure.
Kydobi swallowed a lump in his throat, realizing that all would see what was on his body. When Gael asked him for Aine he shook his head, with a scratchy dry throat he spoke, “no-no... she doesn’t need to see me all dirty. If she comes she comes...”
He swallowed again and tried to clear his throat, looking at Fourth he would softly ask for water. His voice cracked as he tried to fight back this urge to cower into a corner.
Everyone was staring.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
To say it was a relief to see Fourthwall would be an understatement. In fact the brute felt surprise more than anything. He had forgotten that their friend was... pregnant and in a much smaller form than what the jaguar was used to. Their eagerness also caught him by surprise, not expecting his fellow marauder to have missed him so much.
Truth be told, Kydobi expected Fourthwall to have been slaughtered. Although he was very happy to see them, he was still in shock and his face was slow as his movements.
Eyes would flicker to the floor when he noted the change of tone, worry. His focus switched to his mud caked paws, the dirtiest he had ever seen them. It would take long to clean it thoroughly.
The jaguar sighed, not saying anything. Moments to those outside but inside his mind he was stuck in a memory that felt like forever. The feeling of dying is what stuck the most, the darkness. That falling sensation, he couldn’t figure it out. But once he smashed painlessly into his... body...
He shook his head and furled his eyebrows at the ground. Death was a cold hotel room. He had no intentions of going back.
Then Gael would come and he would raise his head, where was Aine? She was okay? When the fox mentioned he relaxed. Allowing them to observe him.
He had no wounds, despite the serious damage done. He hadn’t been dead long enough for the wounds to have seal up into scars the way they had. But they were, across his face and eye and a terrible nasty looking amount on his throat. Even on his shoulders and thighs.
A reminder of his failure.
Kydobi swallowed a lump in his throat, realizing that all would see what was on his body. When Gael asked him for Aine he shook his head, with a scratchy dry throat he spoke, “no-no... she doesn’t need to see me all dirty. If she comes she comes...”
He swallowed again and tried to clear his throat, looking at Fourth he would softly ask for water. His voice cracked as he tried to fight back this urge to cower into a corner.
Everyone was staring.