02-04-2020, 01:03 AM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Aurum fucking hated Astiar. It wasn't difficult to put together why, considering the history that he and the giant cicada trapped in an all too large body had. The lion had been the one to inflict the ugly discolored burn marks that now marred Astiar's body, and he didn't regret doing so one bit. The other had stolen his son, one of the most precious beings in the entire world to him, and then had the balls to come to the territory and attempt to eat their fucking trees, of all things. Normally the angel would be willing to give a creature with such little brain power the benefit of the doubt, but it wasn't as if this was an isolated incident. Not only had he stolen Roy and tried to chow down on their trees, but then he had come along with Kydobi when that bastard had decided to intrude upon their territory and insult them under the guise of seeing Piers. Just seeing Astiar then had been enough to put Aurum into a hate filled state, sure that the simple minded dragon had been trained to be loyal to the Pitt and exist as nothing but a personal pain in the ass to him, specifically. He had really hoped that the whole incident with Kydobi and Leroy chomping onto him would lead to Astiar finally leaving them alone, since he was fairly sure if he saw the large creature come around again, he was going to bash his own head against the ground and beg for death. He was sure that Snarl would be more than willing to grant his request, since he doubted Astiar would be smart enough to even catch onto what he was doing.
Unfortunately for Aurum, it seemed as though his wish had not been granted. It was a real shame, too, since his morning had been going so well. He had finally been beginning to feel a little bit less pissed off after the whole bonfire incident with Snarl and Vathmos, and had a nice long calming conversation with Roy over breakfast. He had figured that his usual daily patrol would be fairly uneventful, since things had thankfully been beginning to slow down a little bit as of late, and perhaps he could see if later he could rope Crowley into playing a game with him or something. A soft and pleased hum had left the lion as he padded along, his heavy footsteps mingling in with the usual noises of the swamp, like the birds chirping and the large, broad leaves of the trees swaying in the wind. Everything had just seemed so normal and pleasant, but then that damn buzzing had started. When he first heard it, Aurum just figured that perhaps there was a bug near his ear, or a hive nearby in one of the trees. However, after a few firm flicks of his ear and a glance skywards, it became clear that this wasn't the case. His shoulders slumped as soon as the first glimpse of brightly colored scales passed overhead, just barely visible through the treetops. Almost immediately, all of the positivity drained from his mind, his body feeling exhausted and his eyes dulling. Rationally Aurum knew that he was actually rather young for a lion, and was in fact just a young adult, but he felt far too old for this shit at the moment.
There was a moment of hesitation. Just one single fleeting moment where the proxy heavily considered just turning around and trudging back to camp, and completely ignoring the scene that was sure to be ahead of him. It would've been so easy, just to return home and take a nice long nap instead of dealing with Astiar and the rage that he inevitably brought with him. However, Aurum also knew that would be very irresponsible, considering Astiar still carried the scent of the Pitt with him, and it was his job to defend everyone back home – even if Astiar was about as good in combat as a rock, or a log. In fact, a log might've actually done more damage than him. The lion's paws felt as though they might as well have weighed a thousand pounds as he hesitantly trudged in the direction of the rapid buzzing, trying to keep his blood pressure from going up too terribly high. He felt angry for sure, but above all he just felt exhausted, and wished that Astiar had the mental capacity to learn to fuck right off back to whatever bug based hell he had emerged from, intent on making Aurum have an aneurysm. Was he being a little overdramatic? Perhaps a little bit, but he was also being forced to be face to face with his son's kidnapper for the third time now, and said kidnapper was dumb as a bad of very poorly taken care of rocks, so he felt like he had a right to be a little dramatic.
As if sensing that he could somehow make Aurum's life even more terrible, this was when Astiar chose to go on screeching in the proxy's head. It caught the angel terribly off guard, having a loud screeching voice yelling at him about nonsense in a seemingly random order. It startled him so much, in fact, that he actually let out a shout of pain, covering his ears and putting his head down. It didn't help, of course, since the voice was coming from inside rather than out, but it was all he could think of to stop the throbbing pain produced from Astiar's voice. When the lion lifted his head again, one azure eye focused and full of hatred directed solely at Astiar, he felt less exhausted and more pissed off. Without him even willing it to happen, lava began to drip forth from his maw, slipping down past his fangs and bubbling against the ground below. He wasn't spitting it yet, but it was a silent threat, one that his body was making without him even needing to ask. Claws sinking down into the earth beneath him, Aurum roared up at Astiar, eager for the other to get the hell off of his territory, "Jesus Christ! You again? For fuck's sake, get off of our territory! We don't want your goddamn buzzing, or your yelling in people's brains, or your fucking trees! Can't you see that you're not wanted here? I know your brain is probably smaller than my paw, but surely you have to associate this place with pain!" Was Aurum using Astiar as a sort of outlet for all of his recent anger that had come about as of late? Perhaps, but the giant cicada dragon did produce far more than enough anger on his own for a rant such as this.
Unfortunately for Aurum, it seemed as though his wish had not been granted. It was a real shame, too, since his morning had been going so well. He had finally been beginning to feel a little bit less pissed off after the whole bonfire incident with Snarl and Vathmos, and had a nice long calming conversation with Roy over breakfast. He had figured that his usual daily patrol would be fairly uneventful, since things had thankfully been beginning to slow down a little bit as of late, and perhaps he could see if later he could rope Crowley into playing a game with him or something. A soft and pleased hum had left the lion as he padded along, his heavy footsteps mingling in with the usual noises of the swamp, like the birds chirping and the large, broad leaves of the trees swaying in the wind. Everything had just seemed so normal and pleasant, but then that damn buzzing had started. When he first heard it, Aurum just figured that perhaps there was a bug near his ear, or a hive nearby in one of the trees. However, after a few firm flicks of his ear and a glance skywards, it became clear that this wasn't the case. His shoulders slumped as soon as the first glimpse of brightly colored scales passed overhead, just barely visible through the treetops. Almost immediately, all of the positivity drained from his mind, his body feeling exhausted and his eyes dulling. Rationally Aurum knew that he was actually rather young for a lion, and was in fact just a young adult, but he felt far too old for this shit at the moment.
There was a moment of hesitation. Just one single fleeting moment where the proxy heavily considered just turning around and trudging back to camp, and completely ignoring the scene that was sure to be ahead of him. It would've been so easy, just to return home and take a nice long nap instead of dealing with Astiar and the rage that he inevitably brought with him. However, Aurum also knew that would be very irresponsible, considering Astiar still carried the scent of the Pitt with him, and it was his job to defend everyone back home – even if Astiar was about as good in combat as a rock, or a log. In fact, a log might've actually done more damage than him. The lion's paws felt as though they might as well have weighed a thousand pounds as he hesitantly trudged in the direction of the rapid buzzing, trying to keep his blood pressure from going up too terribly high. He felt angry for sure, but above all he just felt exhausted, and wished that Astiar had the mental capacity to learn to fuck right off back to whatever bug based hell he had emerged from, intent on making Aurum have an aneurysm. Was he being a little overdramatic? Perhaps a little bit, but he was also being forced to be face to face with his son's kidnapper for the third time now, and said kidnapper was dumb as a bad of very poorly taken care of rocks, so he felt like he had a right to be a little dramatic.
As if sensing that he could somehow make Aurum's life even more terrible, this was when Astiar chose to go on screeching in the proxy's head. It caught the angel terribly off guard, having a loud screeching voice yelling at him about nonsense in a seemingly random order. It startled him so much, in fact, that he actually let out a shout of pain, covering his ears and putting his head down. It didn't help, of course, since the voice was coming from inside rather than out, but it was all he could think of to stop the throbbing pain produced from Astiar's voice. When the lion lifted his head again, one azure eye focused and full of hatred directed solely at Astiar, he felt less exhausted and more pissed off. Without him even willing it to happen, lava began to drip forth from his maw, slipping down past his fangs and bubbling against the ground below. He wasn't spitting it yet, but it was a silent threat, one that his body was making without him even needing to ask. Claws sinking down into the earth beneath him, Aurum roared up at Astiar, eager for the other to get the hell off of his territory, "Jesus Christ! You again? For fuck's sake, get off of our territory! We don't want your goddamn buzzing, or your yelling in people's brains, or your fucking trees! Can't you see that you're not wanted here? I know your brain is probably smaller than my paw, but surely you have to associate this place with pain!" Was Aurum using Astiar as a sort of outlet for all of his recent anger that had come about as of late? Perhaps, but the giant cicada dragon did produce far more than enough anger on his own for a rant such as this.
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan