04-12-2020, 10:15 PM
Caught up in the situation, he barely noticed them arriving around him, but his father's words broke him from his incessant rage. His head snapped towards Selby, a soft growl leaving him in dismissal. He didn't want to leave her. Even so, he knew there was more to this and had to attend to his brother. With that thought, he trailed away from Moth and came up to Simon's side. Atticus pressed up against his side, attempting to keep him stable. For now, he was not shaking. All he could was assist him otherwise. Even so, as he did so, his yellow gaze never left Mama. They would not receive his mercy just yet.
As their wails of pity continued, a low hiss left Atticus. Protective and unnecessarily rowdy, he wouldn't back down from what seemed to be an imminent threat. For a moment though, his fiery gaze shifted towards Moth's body in the distance. She was moving now, speaking to Selby even. A wave of relief flowed over Atticus. With his brother unconscious and another seizing, the psuedo-battle was far from over.
The grey kitten's gaze sweeped back to the snake-like being. To his surprise, they began to shift. Their pointed spines faded into obscurity and paws arose from their being, followed by limbs. Soon enough, a familiar lion emerged. He spoke of a crocodile, but Atticus couldn't help but ignore his truth. "I'll believe you when I hear it from her," he spat, pointing a claw towards his mother.
With the lion now unconscious, he refocused his attention back onto Simon. There was nothing more for him to say.
As their wails of pity continued, a low hiss left Atticus. Protective and unnecessarily rowdy, he wouldn't back down from what seemed to be an imminent threat. For a moment though, his fiery gaze shifted towards Moth's body in the distance. She was moving now, speaking to Selby even. A wave of relief flowed over Atticus. With his brother unconscious and another seizing, the psuedo-battle was far from over.
The grey kitten's gaze sweeped back to the snake-like being. To his surprise, they began to shift. Their pointed spines faded into obscurity and paws arose from their being, followed by limbs. Soon enough, a familiar lion emerged. He spoke of a crocodile, but Atticus couldn't help but ignore his truth. "I'll believe you when I hear it from her," he spat, pointing a claw towards his mother.
With the lion now unconscious, he refocused his attention back onto Simon. There was nothing more for him to say.
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable