YOUR DECEPTION // Tanglewood visitors

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Moth was dead. Michael wasn't entirely sure why, but for some reason the news sent a cold spike throughout the entirely of his body. Maybe it was just because he felt guilty. Guilty that he had never been able to apologize to Moth for all he had done for her. Guilty because he thought maybe things were better this way, since she had never had to worry about him or seeing his stupid face ever again. Either way, it wasn't as if he could turn back time and save her, so he shoved down those unpleasant emotions, ignoring the way that his throat clenched tight. He supposed that at least this meant he would be able to interact with Tanglewood without anymore worry, but... he had never wanted things to turn out this way. He had wanted to fix things himself, and not let fate make the decision for him. However, fate had – as fate had an unfortunate habit of doing – set things into motion without anyone else's consent.

Realizing that he had been silent for far too long, the bobcat cracked open his jaws, his voice slightly hoarse from shock, "I... I'm sorry to hear that. I wish the tremors could've spared you. I mean, obviously I wish the meteor could've spared us all, but... you know." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, digging his claws briefly into the ground below him in frustration. The meteor really had fucked everything up, hadn't it? It had hurt so many of them, temporarily killed Kaz, killed one of Tanglewood's medics... his claws scratched further against the sandy earth, as if he were trying to punish the world for allowing the unfortunate collision. Looking up when Goldie came over, Michael was at least relieved that he could snort a little at the captain's frustration. It was a bit shitty that Leroy had decided to split just before something so important to Goldie, but at least it wasn't like the leader and her bride would be alone – far from it, in fact. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART