07-23-2020, 05:31 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Christ, was someone high? Michael supposed that the sound of yelling shouldn't have bothered him so much, considering where he lived. The Typhoon was often bustling, and while most didn't make a habit of screaming their heads off at the border, there had been more than a few nights where the drunks had gone stumbling by, doing exactly that. Initially, Michael had thought that's what it was – just some drunk or high idiot, trying to grab attention and drive them all crazy. He was perfectly content where he was curled up near his hut, so he saw little reason to get up and head over, unless the weirdo literally decided to come over and start yelling in his face. In fact, the bobcat had actually been preparing for a nice nap, allowing his body to sink down against the sand, drinking in as much warmth as he could. The last couple of days had been somewhat rough, with a lot of people to see and deal with, along with an odd, aching pain in his jaws. He was keen on just letting himself sleep it off, and then maybe later head to the tavern, where he could get drunk off his ass in order to numb the tooth pain. Did that make him a bit of a hypocrite? Most definitely, but the thief couldn't really think of a time where he hadn't been one, so he might as well keep his record up.
Unfortunately for the rather groggy fugitive, his near sleep was soon interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps nearby, heading past him and towards the source of the noise. He had slowly opened up his mismatched blue gaze, and found himself cursing loudly when he saw that it was Ament that was going to greet whoever was responsible for the strange shouting. That was simply a recipe for disaster, as far as the reaver was concerned. While Ament hadn't technically hurt anyone since his arrival, that didn't mean that Michael was completely trusting of him. After all, it was a massive raptor that could rip any of them to shreds without some kind of proper warning. Who knew what the thing was capable of when someone shouted in his face? Sighing heavily, the bobcat pushed himself up to his paws, letting the faint jingle of his jewelry wake him up for the moment. He then took long strides over, using his short legs to the best of his ability to catch up with Ament. When he saw that the other was gripping the strange ammonite in his jaws, another string of curses left him, along with a shout, "Ament! No! Let go of that!" Huh... so it wasn't just a drunk. It was just some weird spikey creature that had decided to come yell at them all, and Michael honestly wasn't sure whether that was better or worse. Either way, the male came padding up beside Lucifer, shooting a small glare at the other for not stopping Ament in some way. Turning his attention back to Helix, he grumbled bluntly, "Call yourself a savior all you want, but you're on the Typhoon's territory. And if you don't stop shouting like that, I can't guarantee he won't go to town." He gestured a paw towards Ament, regardless of whether or not the raptor had actually let go at his command.— WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Unfortunately for the rather groggy fugitive, his near sleep was soon interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps nearby, heading past him and towards the source of the noise. He had slowly opened up his mismatched blue gaze, and found himself cursing loudly when he saw that it was Ament that was going to greet whoever was responsible for the strange shouting. That was simply a recipe for disaster, as far as the reaver was concerned. While Ament hadn't technically hurt anyone since his arrival, that didn't mean that Michael was completely trusting of him. After all, it was a massive raptor that could rip any of them to shreds without some kind of proper warning. Who knew what the thing was capable of when someone shouted in his face? Sighing heavily, the bobcat pushed himself up to his paws, letting the faint jingle of his jewelry wake him up for the moment. He then took long strides over, using his short legs to the best of his ability to catch up with Ament. When he saw that the other was gripping the strange ammonite in his jaws, another string of curses left him, along with a shout, "Ament! No! Let go of that!" Huh... so it wasn't just a drunk. It was just some weird spikey creature that had decided to come yell at them all, and Michael honestly wasn't sure whether that was better or worse. Either way, the male came padding up beside Lucifer, shooting a small glare at the other for not stopping Ament in some way. Turning his attention back to Helix, he grumbled bluntly, "Call yourself a savior all you want, but you're on the Typhoon's territory. And if you don't stop shouting like that, I can't guarantee he won't go to town." He gestured a paw towards Ament, regardless of whether or not the raptor had actually let go at his command.— WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan