08-19-2020, 03:12 AM
you think you know about me
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BUT YOU DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING 'BOUT
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
— Reggan
TEST POST
you think you know about me
Trygve was slowly getting accustomed to the heat of the desert or moreso, the fact that Aine kept pushing him into small bodies of water. It was amusing afterwards but he didn't quite appreciate it when he was shoved away at random moments. The flames that burned from within finally resting, there was no longer a reason for him to be angry. The time he had fought with Brandy being shoved to the farthest parts of the young Roux's mind, he was four months old now. It wouldn't be long until he reached the age of apprenticeship, it made his paws itch with anticipation, he knew that he would be ready for whatever came in his way. Michael still was teaching him all that he needed to know but Trygve was learning how to fight dirty than fair, that's why he never skipped the opportunity to possibly learn something from Gael. When he wasn't being shoved into the nearest stream of water or learning how to fight, he was behind Aine and trying to help around her garden. The mere sight of butterflies making him stiffen up but, he was willing to make some sacrifices. Just for her. His mind betraying him whenever he was alone, the thought of his siblings lingering within his mind. Eulia, Natyli, Jameson, Aceto, and Roan. Oh, how he missed them. He bit down on his tongue only to look up as a giggle broke his brief daze. He blinked in confusion only to see her point to his horn and he winced realizing what it was; a butterfly. Oh, for fucks sake, He thought irritably feeling his skin begin to crawl. He hated butterflies.
He offered a nervous grin knowing that she was aware of his uncanny fear for the delicately winged insects. He could easily swat it away with a heavy paw but he refused to do so, he had already hurt so many people that he had loved around him. Why take it out on a creature that had no idea of the shit that had accumulated in his life? Ry raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the butterfly watching the wings close and open revealing its pattern to the duo, it made him realize that his horns were getting quite sharp as well as longer. A bit of worry blossoming within his gaze, he didn't know why they were growing at a rapid rate and well, he was less than excited. Although, it seemed that they had stopped for now. Trygve would lift up a large paw near his muzzle and scratched at his nose for a moment only to flinch when a butterfly landed onto his paw. This one was different to the other that was perched onto his horns, it was completely white aside from a few black markings, his eyes widened at the sight only to feel his once startled gaze falter to a softer expression. The butterfly was delicate like any other yet, the stark wings and less colorful appearance reminded him of someone dear to him. Eulia. "Mi luna," He finally murmured to the butterfly feeling his body begin to shake lightly, his eyes stinging when tears began to form. He had hurt her. He could never forgive himself for hurting her. "Lo siento, hermanita..." He mumbled out in a broken voice, the butterfly remained there.
An anger bubbled within him, Trygve Roux opening his paw to the butterfly feeling its thin limbs tickle at his burnt pawpads. His gaze darkened in that moment recalling who had been the one to push him over the edge, who was at fault for causing him to feel so much rage at such little time. Brandy, He thought sourly only to realize that Aine had left him alone to retrieve something, now, it was just him and the two butterflies. Ry continued to stare at the snow hued butterfly through half closed eyes, his claws unsheathing and slowly curling around the bug. Trapping them like a venus flytrap, his arm shaking slightly. KILL IT, a voice growled out to him and it made him snap out of his small trance not noticing the flames that were eagerly lapping at his jaws. Those weren't his thoughts and it startled him, he tried to concentrate to rest the fire churning from within. "N-no," He said in a shaky breath as he unfurled his claws away from the delicate creature. SHAME, it hissed only to let out a deep rumble silencing slowly until it felt like a mere echo within his mind. His gaze fixated onto the butterfly within his grip, feeling his shoulders slump as he realized that it was now laying perfectly still within his grasp. He had killed it. His body shakes just a bit, he hated this uncontrollable anger of his. He gritted his teeth with frustration, he needed help... He couldn't keep doing this.
With the delicate creature within his grip, Ry would move to the farthest part of Aine's garden and found a place to bury the butterfly. The draconic jaguar cub leaving with a sweep of his tail, his head lowered in shame.
Traveling through the desert with head bowed, the jaguar cub flinched slightly when sand flew into his face thanks to a passing breeze. A low growl escaping his maw with ears flattened against his cranium, his tail lashing to the sides in frustration. At this point, he didn't have much a clue of where he was heading but he supposed wherever it was, it would be far from Aine's garden. He didn't want to end up killing anything else, his paws sunk into the sand several times as he continued to walk along. Eventually, he was walking upon different lands... The loner lands. His ears perked forward, a small frown appearing on his maw, usually his mother would disapprove of him going this far but, she wasn't here to voice her disapproval. There was a pool of water and several trees that he could climb on top of, his paws began to itch with anticipation. Trygve hurried along wincing at the pain from his side and wheezing slightly, he nearly had forgotten about his injuries the moment he had seen the trees. Yet it didn't stop him from digging his claws into the bark, a sudden happiness flaring within him. Which was rare after what had happened to him those past few days.
It wasn't long before Ry clambered up the tree with such determination, the moment that he laid lazily onto a branch was when he began to wheeze a bit. He should be careful, he could only imagine how upset Aine was that he had decided to leave the garden. He felt guilty for leaving but the happiness that he felt at the time was slowly drowning the guilt, he sighed out in contentment. It took him a moment to realize that there was fire lapping at his jaws, it wasn't burning him as badly and he would lick his paw watching some of the flames catch onto his cracked pawpads. Tiny violet flames dancing within his grip, he wondered if he could practice here more often to get better at this ability of his. If he did then he wouldn't startle Astiar or Aine anymore with his fire, he would climb down from the tree. He lazily limped over to the pool of water, he let his body sink into it only to rumble out happily.
A frown suddenly on his maw, it made him wish that he was basking in the sand under the sun and near the shore where the waves would splash him playfully before returning to the ocean. He couldn't go back. Though his mind shifted to the painting Gael had made with him included in it, maybe he could get the vulpine a few more paints. He was sure that he could trade something to the merchants for them or just steal them, a soft breath left his maw and he shook his head lightly rising to his paws slowly. Maybe he could get Aine a few hibiscus flowers while he was there too? He knew that she loved those or had seemed to have liked them when he had shown her that special place of theirs. It wasn't long before the cub had leapt off of the tree and onto the ground wincing at the pain, he hated these broken ribs that he carried but he would push on too prideful to stop.
He had found a nearby cloak that he did his best in wrapping himself in and made some holes for his horns that had grown longer and sharper since the last he had been to the Typhoon, he was growing and frankly, it wouldn't be much longer until he hit five months old. A deep breath slipped from his lips as he trudged throughout the loner lands heading in the direction of his birth lands, his tufted ears perked forward. He was already drawing near and well, there was no turning back anymore as his paws sunk into the sand. A smile tugging his lips upwards then it faltered realizing the destruction in front of him. He didn't know what happened but his heart immediately dropped the urge to find Eulia and his family becoming strong. He bit his lip trying to hold back tears as a few dripped from his cheeks, he shook his head and lifted a paw up wiping them away hastily. The young Roux would go past the gates with ears pressed flat against his head noticing the split, the rubble that were once homes, and how many were injured. His gaze shifted as he caught sight of some merchants near the shore and how battered up they were, a frown on his maw.
Trygve noticed something under a piece of rubble and would dig it out only to realize what it was, a stuffed bear. "O-Osito..." Where was his sister? She hardly ever left her teddy bear. It made worry strike out in his heart, he walked to the ocean rinsing the sand off of the bear and then let his body sink in the moment that he had ripped the cloak off. He missed the ocean but most importantly he had missed home, once his coat smelled more of salt water then where he had been this past few weeks did he rise once more shaking himself off with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Eulia! Nat! Jamie!" His voice began to break with emotion as he stumbled around with Osito within his jaws, "Roan! Maggie! Mama! Michael! Anybody..." God. Even Brandykit would be a welcomed face, the tears continued to drip and he released the bear from his jaws only to press them close to his chest. He felt like a child for once... A scared, lost child. He hated it. He knew... He knew very well.
This wasn't Trygve Roux.
He offered a nervous grin knowing that she was aware of his uncanny fear for the delicately winged insects. He could easily swat it away with a heavy paw but he refused to do so, he had already hurt so many people that he had loved around him. Why take it out on a creature that had no idea of the shit that had accumulated in his life? Ry raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the butterfly watching the wings close and open revealing its pattern to the duo, it made him realize that his horns were getting quite sharp as well as longer. A bit of worry blossoming within his gaze, he didn't know why they were growing at a rapid rate and well, he was less than excited. Although, it seemed that they had stopped for now. Trygve would lift up a large paw near his muzzle and scratched at his nose for a moment only to flinch when a butterfly landed onto his paw. This one was different to the other that was perched onto his horns, it was completely white aside from a few black markings, his eyes widened at the sight only to feel his once startled gaze falter to a softer expression. The butterfly was delicate like any other yet, the stark wings and less colorful appearance reminded him of someone dear to him. Eulia. "Mi luna," He finally murmured to the butterfly feeling his body begin to shake lightly, his eyes stinging when tears began to form. He had hurt her. He could never forgive himself for hurting her. "Lo siento, hermanita..." He mumbled out in a broken voice, the butterfly remained there.
An anger bubbled within him, Trygve Roux opening his paw to the butterfly feeling its thin limbs tickle at his burnt pawpads. His gaze darkened in that moment recalling who had been the one to push him over the edge, who was at fault for causing him to feel so much rage at such little time. Brandy, He thought sourly only to realize that Aine had left him alone to retrieve something, now, it was just him and the two butterflies. Ry continued to stare at the snow hued butterfly through half closed eyes, his claws unsheathing and slowly curling around the bug. Trapping them like a venus flytrap, his arm shaking slightly. KILL IT, a voice growled out to him and it made him snap out of his small trance not noticing the flames that were eagerly lapping at his jaws. Those weren't his thoughts and it startled him, he tried to concentrate to rest the fire churning from within. "N-no," He said in a shaky breath as he unfurled his claws away from the delicate creature. SHAME, it hissed only to let out a deep rumble silencing slowly until it felt like a mere echo within his mind. His gaze fixated onto the butterfly within his grip, feeling his shoulders slump as he realized that it was now laying perfectly still within his grasp. He had killed it. His body shakes just a bit, he hated this uncontrollable anger of his. He gritted his teeth with frustration, he needed help... He couldn't keep doing this.
With the delicate creature within his grip, Ry would move to the farthest part of Aine's garden and found a place to bury the butterfly. The draconic jaguar cub leaving with a sweep of his tail, his head lowered in shame.
Traveling through the desert with head bowed, the jaguar cub flinched slightly when sand flew into his face thanks to a passing breeze. A low growl escaping his maw with ears flattened against his cranium, his tail lashing to the sides in frustration. At this point, he didn't have much a clue of where he was heading but he supposed wherever it was, it would be far from Aine's garden. He didn't want to end up killing anything else, his paws sunk into the sand several times as he continued to walk along. Eventually, he was walking upon different lands... The loner lands. His ears perked forward, a small frown appearing on his maw, usually his mother would disapprove of him going this far but, she wasn't here to voice her disapproval. There was a pool of water and several trees that he could climb on top of, his paws began to itch with anticipation. Trygve hurried along wincing at the pain from his side and wheezing slightly, he nearly had forgotten about his injuries the moment he had seen the trees. Yet it didn't stop him from digging his claws into the bark, a sudden happiness flaring within him. Which was rare after what had happened to him those past few days.
It wasn't long before Ry clambered up the tree with such determination, the moment that he laid lazily onto a branch was when he began to wheeze a bit. He should be careful, he could only imagine how upset Aine was that he had decided to leave the garden. He felt guilty for leaving but the happiness that he felt at the time was slowly drowning the guilt, he sighed out in contentment. It took him a moment to realize that there was fire lapping at his jaws, it wasn't burning him as badly and he would lick his paw watching some of the flames catch onto his cracked pawpads. Tiny violet flames dancing within his grip, he wondered if he could practice here more often to get better at this ability of his. If he did then he wouldn't startle Astiar or Aine anymore with his fire, he would climb down from the tree. He lazily limped over to the pool of water, he let his body sink into it only to rumble out happily.
A frown suddenly on his maw, it made him wish that he was basking in the sand under the sun and near the shore where the waves would splash him playfully before returning to the ocean. He couldn't go back. Though his mind shifted to the painting Gael had made with him included in it, maybe he could get the vulpine a few more paints. He was sure that he could trade something to the merchants for them or just steal them, a soft breath left his maw and he shook his head lightly rising to his paws slowly. Maybe he could get Aine a few hibiscus flowers while he was there too? He knew that she loved those or had seemed to have liked them when he had shown her that special place of theirs. It wasn't long before the cub had leapt off of the tree and onto the ground wincing at the pain, he hated these broken ribs that he carried but he would push on too prideful to stop.
He had found a nearby cloak that he did his best in wrapping himself in and made some holes for his horns that had grown longer and sharper since the last he had been to the Typhoon, he was growing and frankly, it wouldn't be much longer until he hit five months old. A deep breath slipped from his lips as he trudged throughout the loner lands heading in the direction of his birth lands, his tufted ears perked forward. He was already drawing near and well, there was no turning back anymore as his paws sunk into the sand. A smile tugging his lips upwards then it faltered realizing the destruction in front of him. He didn't know what happened but his heart immediately dropped the urge to find Eulia and his family becoming strong. He bit his lip trying to hold back tears as a few dripped from his cheeks, he shook his head and lifted a paw up wiping them away hastily. The young Roux would go past the gates with ears pressed flat against his head noticing the split, the rubble that were once homes, and how many were injured. His gaze shifted as he caught sight of some merchants near the shore and how battered up they were, a frown on his maw.
Trygve noticed something under a piece of rubble and would dig it out only to realize what it was, a stuffed bear. "O-Osito..." Where was his sister? She hardly ever left her teddy bear. It made worry strike out in his heart, he walked to the ocean rinsing the sand off of the bear and then let his body sink in the moment that he had ripped the cloak off. He missed the ocean but most importantly he had missed home, once his coat smelled more of salt water then where he had been this past few weeks did he rise once more shaking himself off with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Eulia! Nat! Jamie!" His voice began to break with emotion as he stumbled around with Osito within his jaws, "Roan! Maggie! Mama! Michael! Anybody..." God. Even Brandykit would be a welcomed face, the tears continued to drip and he released the bear from his jaws only to press them close to his chest. He felt like a child for once... A scared, lost child. He hated it. He knew... He knew very well.
This wasn't Trygve Roux.
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING 'BOUT
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
— Reggan