yeah, I know the pain and the hurt
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I'VE BEEN CLIMBIN' UP ALL THESE MOUNTAINS FOR SO LONG
AND I'VE BEEN BUILDIN' UP ALL THESE KINGDOMS FOR SO LONG
BUT I WILL NOT RUN WHEN DESTINY COMES
AND I'VE BEEN BUILDIN' UP ALL THESE KINGDOMS FOR SO LONG
BUT I WILL NOT RUN WHEN DESTINY COMES
— Reggan
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yeah, I know the pain and the hurt
His sides ached as his body shifted, he groaned quietly to himself with his eyes fluttering open. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't underneath a pile of his siblings, a sadness washing over him though he supposed it was for the best yet his gaze drifted to see the bodies of both Aine and Gael. They had been kind enough to let him stay or moreso the fact that Aine wanted him near so he wouldn't end up hurting himself. A faint smile tugging at his lips, he supposed that he would have to get up to start the day... It wasn't home, a bitter feeling rising in his throat and blossoming in his heart but, he was safe here for the time being. There wasn't time to cry over something that was lost to him. Brandykit had said it himself, he was better off a Pittian. Did Trygve Roux exist anymore or had it all been a figment of his imagination? These thoughts flooding his mind causing negative emotions to trickle within the slowly forming abyss in his chest, a sigh leaving his parted jaws. He sat up with his gaze fixed on both vulpine only to say in a low voice "This is just for now..." His voice held uncertainty as the strained emotions rang out within his words.
Trygve slowly rose to his paws leaving as he stepped out into the camp that belonged to the Pittians, a subtle frown on his maw. He felt his body tense up with caution, his steps growing hesitant with each one he took. They wouldn't hurt him, at least, he hoped they were smart enough not to. With his tufted ears pinned against his skull, the draconic cub heaved out a pant as the sun reminded him of how much he didn't like being in the Pitt. It would only be for a few days. I'll go home once everything dies down, he thought to himself biting down on his tongue realizing just then and there that maybe. Things wouldn't die down like he would have liked and perhaps everyone would wanted him dead for his infatuation or the fact he had hurt his own family. His own blood. He could feel his body shaking, a paw brought up to his face realizing the warmth that began to lap at his lips eagerly once more. A few embers falling from his maw as he opened it with a soft wheeze "S... S-stop... Stop it... It h-hurts..." Ry would mumble out unsure of how to stop the fire, what he didn't realize was the flames were feeding off his negative energy at the moment. You're a monster, Trygve. This is what you've become... You're a snake... The thought sunk into his mind, as he hunched over with blood dripping from the roof of his mouth. "Make it s-stop..." The draconid cub would beg under his breath, he wanted it to all stop yet he wasn't certain on how to stop it.
It felt as if someone was trying to take a hold of his mind and fill it with rage though as of right now it was leading the pirate to feel insecure. Almost as if he wasn't safe within his own mind, it felt like someone's talons were scraping against him demanding entry yet he refused it only to feel the fire burning even more. Trygve wheezed quietly under his breath only to find himself stumbling around, it didn't take long before blood began to drip from his maw once more. Frustration, pain were emotions that blossomed from him feeling a twinge within his throat and chest. He hated that Aine would have to attend to him once more but after the fight with Brandykit, his emotions had become rather unstable. Trygve had become unstable. Trygve Roux hadn't realized it but the fire that now churned from within had awakened something much larger than himself, someone that is. With a heavy breath, he felt the fire dying down giving him a chance to breathe though it was a bit shortlived as he broke into a coughing fit that sent droplets of blood onto the sand in front of him. His body shook violently for a few moments before he settled down to use a paw to wipe the blood off his chin "F... F-fuck..." He wheezed out quietly, his gaze wavering in the heat. This would be his sanctuary until he could control these abilities of his. So, he might as well introduce himself to his new 'clanmates'.
So, with a pained, cheeky grin... The draconic cub would sit there waiting for people to approach him not realizing that his nose was now bleeding too. God, at this rate, he'll die from bloodloss before being able to return to the Typhoon. That or Aine would end up having a heart attack with him unintentionally hurting himself.
Trygve slowly rose to his paws leaving as he stepped out into the camp that belonged to the Pittians, a subtle frown on his maw. He felt his body tense up with caution, his steps growing hesitant with each one he took. They wouldn't hurt him, at least, he hoped they were smart enough not to. With his tufted ears pinned against his skull, the draconic cub heaved out a pant as the sun reminded him of how much he didn't like being in the Pitt. It would only be for a few days. I'll go home once everything dies down, he thought to himself biting down on his tongue realizing just then and there that maybe. Things wouldn't die down like he would have liked and perhaps everyone would wanted him dead for his infatuation or the fact he had hurt his own family. His own blood. He could feel his body shaking, a paw brought up to his face realizing the warmth that began to lap at his lips eagerly once more. A few embers falling from his maw as he opened it with a soft wheeze "S... S-stop... Stop it... It h-hurts..." Ry would mumble out unsure of how to stop the fire, what he didn't realize was the flames were feeding off his negative energy at the moment. You're a monster, Trygve. This is what you've become... You're a snake... The thought sunk into his mind, as he hunched over with blood dripping from the roof of his mouth. "Make it s-stop..." The draconid cub would beg under his breath, he wanted it to all stop yet he wasn't certain on how to stop it.
It felt as if someone was trying to take a hold of his mind and fill it with rage though as of right now it was leading the pirate to feel insecure. Almost as if he wasn't safe within his own mind, it felt like someone's talons were scraping against him demanding entry yet he refused it only to feel the fire burning even more. Trygve wheezed quietly under his breath only to find himself stumbling around, it didn't take long before blood began to drip from his maw once more. Frustration, pain were emotions that blossomed from him feeling a twinge within his throat and chest. He hated that Aine would have to attend to him once more but after the fight with Brandykit, his emotions had become rather unstable. Trygve had become unstable. Trygve Roux hadn't realized it but the fire that now churned from within had awakened something much larger than himself, someone that is. With a heavy breath, he felt the fire dying down giving him a chance to breathe though it was a bit shortlived as he broke into a coughing fit that sent droplets of blood onto the sand in front of him. His body shook violently for a few moments before he settled down to use a paw to wipe the blood off his chin "F... F-fuck..." He wheezed out quietly, his gaze wavering in the heat. This would be his sanctuary until he could control these abilities of his. So, he might as well introduce himself to his new 'clanmates'.
So, with a pained, cheeky grin... The draconic cub would sit there waiting for people to approach him not realizing that his nose was now bleeding too. God, at this rate, he'll die from bloodloss before being able to return to the Typhoon. That or Aine would end up having a heart attack with him unintentionally hurting himself.
I'VE BEEN CLIMBIN' UP ALL THESE MOUNTAINS FOR SO LONG
AND I'VE BEEN BUILDIN' UP ALL THESE KINGDOMS FOR SO LONG
BUT I WILL NOT RUN WHEN DESTINY COMES
AND I'VE BEEN BUILDIN' UP ALL THESE KINGDOMS FOR SO LONG
BUT I WILL NOT RUN WHEN DESTINY COMES
— Reggan