07-29-2020, 12:15 AM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Disgust. It was an emotion not often felt by Michael, consider his career choice – or rather, former career choice, considering he hadn't stolen anything in quite a while. Being a thief, the bobcat had grown used to caring for nothing but himself, and his partner in crime. He and Trevor had been vicious once, moving from place to place without hesitation, stealing whatever they could get their paws on, and killing anyone who stood in their way. Back then, Michael had cared little for anyone who fell to his claws, or his elementals. He had been able to lie easily right in the face of families, with a shiteating grin on his face, because he knew he was going to make off with all their valuables. Disgust was not something that you could afford to feel, not when you were doing that. However, since then, the reaver liked to think that he had grown. That he had improved. Meeting Roxie, growing to care about the Typhoon, accepting his sexuality, doing things for the group as a whole... he liked to think that all of it had been for something. Steps, on a larger path, that meant that he would be a better person in the end. Never a perfect person, but a better one, at the very least.
So, for the first time in what may have been ever, Michael felt disgust laying his eyes upon the desecrated body that had been left on the territory. The fugitive had been drawn over by the smell of blood and fear on the air, and he had felt his heart sinking lower and lower the closer he got to the scene. It wasn't long before he came up beside Devland, his stomach twisting and bile rising in his throat when he saw the corpse, and smelled the very clear scent of the Pitt on the air. The disgust was soon joined, by quick and fiery rage. He dug his claws down into the sand, his body faintly shaking as he hissed to the open air, "The Pitt... the fucking Pitt. They're going to goddamn pay for this. They're going to pay dearly." At one time, Michael had thought that the Pitt wasn't so bad. Kydobi had been their leader, and they had taken him in after he had nearly been killed by the Lost. Now, however? Now he was going to give them no mercy. They had killed someone belonging to the group he loved, and it wasn't in the nature of the thief to forgive, or forget. It was in Michael's nature to get even. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
So, for the first time in what may have been ever, Michael felt disgust laying his eyes upon the desecrated body that had been left on the territory. The fugitive had been drawn over by the smell of blood and fear on the air, and he had felt his heart sinking lower and lower the closer he got to the scene. It wasn't long before he came up beside Devland, his stomach twisting and bile rising in his throat when he saw the corpse, and smelled the very clear scent of the Pitt on the air. The disgust was soon joined, by quick and fiery rage. He dug his claws down into the sand, his body faintly shaking as he hissed to the open air, "The Pitt... the fucking Pitt. They're going to goddamn pay for this. They're going to pay dearly." At one time, Michael had thought that the Pitt wasn't so bad. Kydobi had been their leader, and they had taken him in after he had nearly been killed by the Lost. Now, however? Now he was going to give them no mercy. They had killed someone belonging to the group he loved, and it wasn't in the nature of the thief to forgive, or forget. It was in Michael's nature to get even. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan