07-31-2020, 04:53 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
His mother had came back injured from the Pitt and it made the draconic boy ponder over as to why that had occurred, surely, he could recall how Kydobi spoke to him about how he had wanted to change the Pitt to become better and come out of the dark that had been left behind by Stryker and Jervis. What was going on over there? Why did they suddenly hurt his mother? A frown etched upon his maw as the boy moved forward ignoring how sore his paws had become from trekking across the neutral territories between the groups, his tufted ears perked forward only to think of how long it would be before he got to the desert. He could've flown but Trygve decided that walking after those months of being locked up in his room would probably benefit his health, a soft wheeze leaving his maw. The broken ribs had done a bit of damage to his respiratory system though, he was sure that over time it would get better so he didn't worry much about it.
Maybe Aine would provide answers to his questions. He missed her, she was his best friend, after all. It didn't help either with the recent lupine that had joined the Typhoon recently, Ry stealing a glance every now and then being reminded of the lovely vixen back in the Pitt. The boy still didn't care what his cousin had thought, the Pitt wasn't evil. Unfortunately for Trygve Roux, he was going to learn the hard way that there was someone else in power now and had brought upon a different reign. He stopped at the border where he and Aine usually met up to speak every now and then, his whiskers twitching as he would call out in a soft voice "Aine?" He would sit down with his tail curled neatly across his paws, bandages wrapped around the cuts and gashes given to him by the seagulls, a large bandaid on his nose where he had been cut. He hadn't even let Roan anywhere near him, he felt bad in a way... But the boy supposed it was his insecurities surfacing once more. He looked down at his paws in thought as he waited for Aine.
/ depending on replies/how this goes will determine what happens to the shithead + you dont gotta wait so feel free to chuck your Pittian at him [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Maybe Aine would provide answers to his questions. He missed her, she was his best friend, after all. It didn't help either with the recent lupine that had joined the Typhoon recently, Ry stealing a glance every now and then being reminded of the lovely vixen back in the Pitt. The boy still didn't care what his cousin had thought, the Pitt wasn't evil. Unfortunately for Trygve Roux, he was going to learn the hard way that there was someone else in power now and had brought upon a different reign. He stopped at the border where he and Aine usually met up to speak every now and then, his whiskers twitching as he would call out in a soft voice "Aine?" He would sit down with his tail curled neatly across his paws, bandages wrapped around the cuts and gashes given to him by the seagulls, a large bandaid on his nose where he had been cut. He hadn't even let Roan anywhere near him, he felt bad in a way... But the boy supposed it was his insecurities surfacing once more. He looked down at his paws in thought as he waited for Aine.
/ depending on replies/how this goes will determine what happens to the shithead + you dont gotta wait so feel free to chuck your Pittian at him [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]