02-05-2020, 06:22 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IT WON'T BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Well, he hadn't meant to chase off someone with his omment and his nose twitched watching as the white feline ran off though his attention would turn over in the direction of Rin who followed behind the stranger. He would take a deep breath feeling frustration towards himself for chasing not one person but two, his gaze travelled over to Nemhain though his attention was now fixated onto a rather angry toned kitten. If Stark had any right which he didn't at the time he probably would've told Larkspurpaw to be careful with the way he spoke to him, the Alaskan Malamute could see their unsheathed claws and he could only expect the worse. Stark had already done things so he didn't bother moving when Larkspurpaw leaped in his direction, he could feel claws scraping against his flesh. He only winced briefly, his eyes saddened in a way, though it slowly died down realizing that Lark had pressed his face to his fur. Muffled cries made the canine's chest ache horribly but he would use a paw to wrap around the orange tabby in a hug "Damn kid, ya really packed quite the punch there. . . Proud of ya, champ." A weak, pained smile tugged at his lips. Blood dripped from his cheek and onto the ground as well as his chest, he didn't seem to mind it much. It was what he deserved after all though the sudden attack made him recall a time when he had been as angry as Larkspurpaw was, perhaps even angrier.
Plip. Plip. Plip.
The scratch stung a bit though Stark refused to wipe away any of the blood as he stared to the side, his gaze growing rather distant. There was only a few times he had gotten so angry, so wrathful, to the point where he couldn't even recognize himself. He bit his bottom lip as his mind would play the memory in his head. Blood covered claws. A black and white flank. An S now traced upon the flesh with said claws. The wound bleeding and red with anger, the owner of the claws even more so. Himself. He suddenly shook his head a bit managing to return to present time did he finally murmur after struggling to find his words "Let's go home, I'll make ya somethin ta'eat..." While Larkspurpaw would eat, he'd probably end up indulging in his coffee as always. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]
Plip. Plip. Plip.
The scratch stung a bit though Stark refused to wipe away any of the blood as he stared to the side, his gaze growing rather distant. There was only a few times he had gotten so angry, so wrathful, to the point where he couldn't even recognize himself. He bit his bottom lip as his mind would play the memory in his head. Blood covered claws. A black and white flank. An S now traced upon the flesh with said claws. The wound bleeding and red with anger, the owner of the claws even more so. Himself. He suddenly shook his head a bit managing to return to present time did he finally murmur after struggling to find his words "Let's go home, I'll make ya somethin ta'eat..." While Larkspurpaw would eat, he'd probably end up indulging in his coffee as always. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]