03-11-2020, 11:03 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He's late. It wouldn't have been such a problem, had it been any other meeting - he could've slipped in the crowd, kept his head low. But in the absence of other members, his uneasy steps into the empty library echoed loud and hollow through the bookshelves.
(And they were talking about him, a realization that wasn't supposed to make his blood run so cold.)
Miller lingers in the foyer, stepping out of the open and towards the slight cover of a nearby shelf. He wouldn't call it eavesdropping - but it was a morbid curiosity that made him hesitant to step in so soon, and instead catch the last few words of what Tanglewood's higher-ups really thought of him. After the bonfire and subsequent meeting, and then, too soon, Leroy's call to arms, he couldn't get a read on the leader. The rest were just as elusive.
But at the very least, it seemed a civil neutrality prevailed amidst the discussion. Leroy had plans for promotions. The others were voicing reasonable concerns regarding the incident. It was far different from the emotional turnout of the previous weeks. He still couldn't help the prickle of - what, dismay? - at the suggestion that Snarl be cast out alongside the other hyena. "...It was my choice to step in before a clanmate could be injured." For all he's talked himself up in the past, he feels himself stripped bare as he approaches the small group. Kazuhira takes a seat, tail pulled close around his paws; it was a vague comfort to feel put-together when things seemed so uncertain. "From what I'm gathering, both of them are being treated based on their individual actions, not the ripple it caused. That's fair. Snarl was... Out of hand. Part of this was my fault, for not stopping her soon enough." From all of the tenuous, unspoken agreements that seemed to build between the two of them, Snarl only seemed to grow more agitated, less content. He was hoping he could soothe that, somehow. But if that wasn't the case... "I think I should take care of this myself, Leroy - the punishment, I mean. I don't think she'll listen to anyone else. I could fight her, or something, just settle this once and for all." His wounds were nearly healed - it hadn't stopped him in the past, and it wouldn't stop her. And he knew, if all else failed, she'd more readily see things from his level than from Leroy himself (or any of the other high positions, for that matter).
(And they were talking about him, a realization that wasn't supposed to make his blood run so cold.)
Miller lingers in the foyer, stepping out of the open and towards the slight cover of a nearby shelf. He wouldn't call it eavesdropping - but it was a morbid curiosity that made him hesitant to step in so soon, and instead catch the last few words of what Tanglewood's higher-ups really thought of him. After the bonfire and subsequent meeting, and then, too soon, Leroy's call to arms, he couldn't get a read on the leader. The rest were just as elusive.
But at the very least, it seemed a civil neutrality prevailed amidst the discussion. Leroy had plans for promotions. The others were voicing reasonable concerns regarding the incident. It was far different from the emotional turnout of the previous weeks. He still couldn't help the prickle of - what, dismay? - at the suggestion that Snarl be cast out alongside the other hyena. "...It was my choice to step in before a clanmate could be injured." For all he's talked himself up in the past, he feels himself stripped bare as he approaches the small group. Kazuhira takes a seat, tail pulled close around his paws; it was a vague comfort to feel put-together when things seemed so uncertain. "From what I'm gathering, both of them are being treated based on their individual actions, not the ripple it caused. That's fair. Snarl was... Out of hand. Part of this was my fault, for not stopping her soon enough." From all of the tenuous, unspoken agreements that seemed to build between the two of them, Snarl only seemed to grow more agitated, less content. He was hoping he could soothe that, somehow. But if that wasn't the case... "I think I should take care of this myself, Leroy - the punishment, I mean. I don't think she'll listen to anyone else. I could fight her, or something, just settle this once and for all." His wounds were nearly healed - it hadn't stopped him in the past, and it wouldn't stop her. And he knew, if all else failed, she'd more readily see things from his level than from Leroy himself (or any of the other high positions, for that matter).
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG