08-06-2020, 06:34 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: Verdana;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;"]Raids.
They were something that Nicabar had never wanted to be a part of. He knew of them, the word was vaguely familiar, but he hadn't known that there would be one so soon. If he had known, he would have been somewhere else. Traveling to see the different groups, making his way through the crater trying to see if he could survive it, considering the stories of the harsh radiation there. Anywhere but here.
For some reason, his brain fought with him when he'd been plunged into the fray. One side wanted to run away from the ongoing battle, the other wanted to run into it, protect his home.
Eyes became slits as the battle raged on, looking upon the other creatures around him. His home was under attack, and what for? He didn't know, he hadn't been here long enough. There was a tabby in front of him, and he lunged, something taking over him. Spikes dug up from the ground and embedded themselves in the back of the other, digging their way into shoulders and through flesh, before realization struck. The smell of herbs crossed his nose. This was a healer...
Slightly hunched over, Nicabar looked up at those from the Pitt, watching as they came closer and closer to the camp of Tanglewood. Watching as they fought his leader and the only medic they had here. The giant beast that Nicabar would soon come to realize was the Pitt's new leader, here to bring glory back to the wretched desert dwelling group.
A glowing crimson spit dripped from the young male's maw as he watched the attack on Silent and the retaliation towards Vigenere in horror and interest, before he ran forward, ready to attack whichever Pittian was there next.
[[ memory unlocked ]]
They were something that Nicabar had never wanted to be a part of. He knew of them, the word was vaguely familiar, but he hadn't known that there would be one so soon. If he had known, he would have been somewhere else. Traveling to see the different groups, making his way through the crater trying to see if he could survive it, considering the stories of the harsh radiation there. Anywhere but here.
For some reason, his brain fought with him when he'd been plunged into the fray. One side wanted to run away from the ongoing battle, the other wanted to run into it, protect his home.
Eyes became slits as the battle raged on, looking upon the other creatures around him. His home was under attack, and what for? He didn't know, he hadn't been here long enough. There was a tabby in front of him, and he lunged, something taking over him. Spikes dug up from the ground and embedded themselves in the back of the other, digging their way into shoulders and through flesh, before realization struck. The smell of herbs crossed his nose. This was a healer...
Slightly hunched over, Nicabar looked up at those from the Pitt, watching as they came closer and closer to the camp of Tanglewood. Watching as they fought his leader and the only medic they had here. The giant beast that Nicabar would soon come to realize was the Pitt's new leader, here to bring glory back to the wretched desert dwelling group.
A glowing crimson spit dripped from the young male's maw as he watched the attack on Silent and the retaliation towards Vigenere in horror and interest, before he ran forward, ready to attack whichever Pittian was there next.
[[ memory unlocked ]]