03-29-2020, 11:51 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Perhaps, if Atticus had been a touch older and Sweeney had been a touch less of a little shit, Aurum would've allowed the boy to act as her escort. However, seeing as neither of those things were true, and it was not Aurum's place to even let Atticus take such a dangerous journey, the tigon found himself shaking his head from side to side, "Ah... I'm sorry Atticus, but this is a job best left to an adult. Perhaps when you're older you can become a little more involved with other groups." Hopefully Atticus would never be getting involved with the Pitt of all groups, but perhaps his adventuring desires would be satiated by a diplomatic trip between Tanglewood and The Typhoon. Aurum doubted it, but he could at least hope he could make the boy happy in some way.
Unfortunately, Aurum was not given much time to dwell on his thoughts about his nephew, since Sweeney was once again piping up, the spoiled little fox kit yapping her head off about heaven knows what. The proxy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a sigh leaving him. With all their grandiose speeches and wailing out curses, it was pretty clear that these were Jervis's children – and they were just as petty and undignified as he was. The angel had little patience for their antics, and even in his current smaller body, he still towered over both Sweeney and Noor, unbothered by bother of the siblings. Shifting up to a standing position, Aurum used his full height to an advantage to loom over them, his tone blunt as he addressed Sweeney, "Wrong answer. I don't care about who you think the boss of you is, or who your father was. You are just a child who should not be here, and who should be back at home. Now you're going, whether you like it or not." His voice was curt, and he allowed no room for arguments, his tail just flicking and lashing behind him before he stepped forward, crowding the smaller fox and plucking her up by the scruff of her neck and up into the air.
With Sweeney clenched securely in his jaws – and held out as far from his body as he could manage – he mumbled in a muffled voice to Noor, eyes narrowed, "You can either follow us to your home, or you can end up in the same position as her. Your choice." He then took a few steps towards the border, intent on heading out and carrying Sweeney back to her own home. Perhaps if Sweeney and Noor had been a bit bigger or stronger, Aurum would've felt a little more worried about manhandling one of them in his current pregnant state. As it was, however, he held little worry for himself or for his cubs. The worst that Sweeney could do was swipe at his chin, and a few new scars along the jawline was hardly going to kill him.
( permission given to power play Aurum lifting Sweeney up lmao )
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Unfortunately, Aurum was not given much time to dwell on his thoughts about his nephew, since Sweeney was once again piping up, the spoiled little fox kit yapping her head off about heaven knows what. The proxy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a sigh leaving him. With all their grandiose speeches and wailing out curses, it was pretty clear that these were Jervis's children – and they were just as petty and undignified as he was. The angel had little patience for their antics, and even in his current smaller body, he still towered over both Sweeney and Noor, unbothered by bother of the siblings. Shifting up to a standing position, Aurum used his full height to an advantage to loom over them, his tone blunt as he addressed Sweeney, "Wrong answer. I don't care about who you think the boss of you is, or who your father was. You are just a child who should not be here, and who should be back at home. Now you're going, whether you like it or not." His voice was curt, and he allowed no room for arguments, his tail just flicking and lashing behind him before he stepped forward, crowding the smaller fox and plucking her up by the scruff of her neck and up into the air.
With Sweeney clenched securely in his jaws – and held out as far from his body as he could manage – he mumbled in a muffled voice to Noor, eyes narrowed, "You can either follow us to your home, or you can end up in the same position as her. Your choice." He then took a few steps towards the border, intent on heading out and carrying Sweeney back to her own home. Perhaps if Sweeney and Noor had been a bit bigger or stronger, Aurum would've felt a little more worried about manhandling one of them in his current pregnant state. As it was, however, he held little worry for himself or for his cubs. The worst that Sweeney could do was swipe at his chin, and a few new scars along the jawline was hardly going to kill him.
( permission given to power play Aurum lifting Sweeney up lmao )
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan