RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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Aurum could feel anger like fire spreading throughout his chest, and faint little flames licked at the edges of his fur, flaring up before snuffing themselves out. Rhe larger lion moved down the front steps of his porch, not particularly wanting Roy to grow worried and emerge from the house. He wanted to yank Poet down, and throw the other off of his fucking territory. He resisted that urge, however, taking a shaky breath before he spoke, "And? Do you have some kind of point to coming here and telling me this, because I sure as hell don't see one. I don't give a fuck about the pride. I haven't in months. And I haven't exactly cared a whole lot about you either, since you killed our Mom and then took off." His voice raised a little bit at the end, cracking with anger before he forced himself to calm down. Don't make Roy get up. Don't make Roy get up.

━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━