06-28-2020, 02:29 AM
Death and loss were a pair of mistresses that Aurum was unfortunately well acquainted with. He, much like both Vig and Bloodhound, had been raised in a group. His group in particular had been a lion pride, with his father and mother as the "king and queen" of the entire thing. However, even with their supposed royal status to protect them, they couldn't be protected from the one thing that ultimately came for them all – death. His father had died when he was still fairly young, only an adolescent. It had been from a sickness that had infected a large amount of the pride, stripping them of their main leader. It had been a sad occasion, but at least Aurum had known his father had died after doing a great deal of good for his former home. His mother, on the other hand... he had never liked her. Their relationship was strained at best, and abusive at worst, with her working to make his life a living hell. Even so, when he had reached adulthood only to see her viciously slaughtered by his brother in self defense... it had torn a hole in the delicate surface of his heart, leaving blood and pain to gush out. Since then, he had suffered even more loss, and seen even more death, but having to see your parents pass... it stuck with you, and that was something that the angel could very much understand.
Nowadays, he had learned to deal with his past, both the good and the bad. He had finally been able to settle and complete his mourning, ane now he was right back to helping Tanglewood in any way he could – albeit with a few days of getting reacquainted to everything again. Bloodhound was one member he hadn't interacted much with before his leaving a month ago, but he had never exactly been offended by the other. Sure, the get up and the chatter about traditions and gods was kinda weird, but it was the same weirdness as anyone else around here. Aurum was fairly sure that if he had ever shared any of the traditions of his old pride to those within Tanglewood, they would think that he was the weird one. And nowadays? He wouldn't even blame them. However, the lion wasn't a huge fan of not knowing much about his fellow tangiers, so when the scent of Bloodhound reached his nose that day, he found himself pausing, intrigued. He didn't smell much prey nearby, nor did he hear the sound of sparring or fighting. All he could hear was quite voices in the direction of the other's scent, which was a good sign. Perhaps this would mean that he could learn a bit more about Bloodhound without needing to bother them out of their home, or while they were doing something important. With this in mind, he made his way over to the tree where Vig and Bloodhound were, moonlight shining down over his golden pelt.
He managed to arrive just in time to hear Vig's question, and he found his own ears perking up with curiosity. He had noticed the connection between Caustic and Bloodhound, but he had never really wanted to ask, too worried about Caustic going off on some tangent or just pushing the subject away. As such, the angel kept silent, just sitting down and curling his tail around in preparation to listen to Bloodhound's story. It was... surprising, to say the least. The human revelation wasn't as shocking, considering Aurum had heard of former humans ending up in their world, but the rest of it? It was enough to make the lion's guts twist up a bit, just the thought of participating in a blood sport making him queasy. Once Bloodhound was done, Aurum hesitated before clearing his throat to speak, "Hello, you two... that's... that's a hell of a story, Bloodhound. I suppose I should've known yours would be interesting, though. Caustic and Octane's, too, I guess..." He glanced down for a moment, seemingly processing, before he continued, "...How were the two of you so civil, after all of that? You and Caustic, I mean. Surely killing each other over and over again must've created... some bad feelings." He had killed Kydobi only for the other to return, and now the two of them were constantly at odds, waiting to make the next move on the other's life.
Nowadays, he had learned to deal with his past, both the good and the bad. He had finally been able to settle and complete his mourning, ane now he was right back to helping Tanglewood in any way he could – albeit with a few days of getting reacquainted to everything again. Bloodhound was one member he hadn't interacted much with before his leaving a month ago, but he had never exactly been offended by the other. Sure, the get up and the chatter about traditions and gods was kinda weird, but it was the same weirdness as anyone else around here. Aurum was fairly sure that if he had ever shared any of the traditions of his old pride to those within Tanglewood, they would think that he was the weird one. And nowadays? He wouldn't even blame them. However, the lion wasn't a huge fan of not knowing much about his fellow tangiers, so when the scent of Bloodhound reached his nose that day, he found himself pausing, intrigued. He didn't smell much prey nearby, nor did he hear the sound of sparring or fighting. All he could hear was quite voices in the direction of the other's scent, which was a good sign. Perhaps this would mean that he could learn a bit more about Bloodhound without needing to bother them out of their home, or while they were doing something important. With this in mind, he made his way over to the tree where Vig and Bloodhound were, moonlight shining down over his golden pelt.
He managed to arrive just in time to hear Vig's question, and he found his own ears perking up with curiosity. He had noticed the connection between Caustic and Bloodhound, but he had never really wanted to ask, too worried about Caustic going off on some tangent or just pushing the subject away. As such, the angel kept silent, just sitting down and curling his tail around in preparation to listen to Bloodhound's story. It was... surprising, to say the least. The human revelation wasn't as shocking, considering Aurum had heard of former humans ending up in their world, but the rest of it? It was enough to make the lion's guts twist up a bit, just the thought of participating in a blood sport making him queasy. Once Bloodhound was done, Aurum hesitated before clearing his throat to speak, "Hello, you two... that's... that's a hell of a story, Bloodhound. I suppose I should've known yours would be interesting, though. Caustic and Octane's, too, I guess..." He glanced down for a moment, seemingly processing, before he continued, "...How were the two of you so civil, after all of that? You and Caustic, I mean. Surely killing each other over and over again must've created... some bad feelings." He had killed Kydobi only for the other to return, and now the two of them were constantly at odds, waiting to make the next move on the other's life.
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— Reggan