locked and loaded -- raid boss 3: the Messenger

[wormwood.]

☆ 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 —

Those of you who aren't Elysites, leave. Aurum really, really didn't like the sound of that. After all, even if Tanglewood and Elysium weren't officially allies, Elysium had helped Tanglewood several times in the past, and the mountain dwelling group had been part of the mass raid on the Pitt. That was enough for the angel to trust them, and also enough for him to not want to just give Rin up to some bastardous mysterious entity. Gritting his teeth, the lion found himself moving away from the food, using a paw to swipe one of the crows rather violently out of the air above him, and down into the ground. As the avian met the dirt, the lion found himself growling after Alastor had spoke, his one blue eye burning, "Sorry to ruin your day, whoever the hell you are, but you're not putting a single talon on Rin. Some may be either too lazy or too cowardly to stand up for their leader–" He sent a somewhat sharp look in Larkspur's direction, full of disapproval for the younger male, before he continued, "But I don't take kindly to those picking on my friends. So I would recommend you either turn around and go back to wherever you came from, or die." Aurum didn't know the full extent of what Elysium was dealing with, but when you were an angel, it became difficult for the presence of gods to impress you.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.