09-02-2020, 02:31 AM
Michael Townley had learned from a very young age that life was a bitch. It was hard not to, when you grew up with only your family to rely on, only to find out that they were all bastards that would hurt you and make you repress parts of yourself to make them happy. Ultimately, the thief had ended up killing his father himself, but unlike Georgia, he felt no guilt or shame over it. His father had not been a caring or loving parent, but had instead taken every chance in his life to beat and berate him, and shut down anything that was even vaguely out of line with what he wanted. It had made Michael a hostile and bitter being, ready to snap at anything that moved in order to protect himself from being hurt. Things had changed a lot since then, but the fugitive still didn't entirely trust parental figures. He clung to the thought that he would be a far better father than his dad had ever been, but he still had nightmares about what would happen once the puppies came. Would he fuck it all up? Would he end up just as bad as his dad had been? He was fairly sure that was impossible, but those thoughts lingered in his mind these days, often making him lose sleep or even just lose track of time worrying.
Unfortunately, because Michael had changed so much since his bitter and lashing out childhood, that meant that he cared a lot more about those that resided within The Typhoon. Including those that were relatively new to the group, such as Georgia. Truthfully, the coyote wasn't sure why he had become attached to the teenager so quickly. Maybe it was just because he was protective of all those who were younger than him, or maybe just because he could see hints of his younger self in her. Either way, he had tried to keep tabs on her, able to notice the steady decline in her mood, and in the way that she was living her life. He had kept his distance for a while, noticing that she already had Seapaw and Goldie around breathing down her neck. He didn't want to be yet another pushy person in her life, considering he could remember quite well all the times that he had been depressed, or anxious. He could remember the hours spent restless and desperate to do anything to relieve the buzz in his mind. Back in the day that had meant stealing, and eventually it had meant drinking. He could only hope that Georgia didn't end up going down a similar road.
The reaver had been out on a walk of his own when he heard the slow, pained trill of Georgia's voice ringing out, causing his dark ears to perk up. For a moment, he considered staying away, and letting her have some time on her own. However, his worry eventually won out, and it wasn't long until the pregnant canine pushed his way through the branches, and into the clearing. The grief in Gia's voice was enough to make him feel a ball of anxiety in his chest, and he hesitated before stepping forward, "Georgia...? Was that you just now?" It was an obvious question, but he wasn't quite sure how to proceed, never having been the best at comfort. Eventually he continued, ears pinning back, "If it was... your voice is very nice. What song was it?" Perhaps focusing on something other than the raw emotion in the air would be best. Even if he felt like crumbling in on himself at the moment.
Unfortunately, because Michael had changed so much since his bitter and lashing out childhood, that meant that he cared a lot more about those that resided within The Typhoon. Including those that were relatively new to the group, such as Georgia. Truthfully, the coyote wasn't sure why he had become attached to the teenager so quickly. Maybe it was just because he was protective of all those who were younger than him, or maybe just because he could see hints of his younger self in her. Either way, he had tried to keep tabs on her, able to notice the steady decline in her mood, and in the way that she was living her life. He had kept his distance for a while, noticing that she already had Seapaw and Goldie around breathing down her neck. He didn't want to be yet another pushy person in her life, considering he could remember quite well all the times that he had been depressed, or anxious. He could remember the hours spent restless and desperate to do anything to relieve the buzz in his mind. Back in the day that had meant stealing, and eventually it had meant drinking. He could only hope that Georgia didn't end up going down a similar road.
The reaver had been out on a walk of his own when he heard the slow, pained trill of Georgia's voice ringing out, causing his dark ears to perk up. For a moment, he considered staying away, and letting her have some time on her own. However, his worry eventually won out, and it wasn't long until the pregnant canine pushed his way through the branches, and into the clearing. The grief in Gia's voice was enough to make him feel a ball of anxiety in his chest, and he hesitated before stepping forward, "Georgia...? Was that you just now?" It was an obvious question, but he wasn't quite sure how to proceed, never having been the best at comfort. Eventually he continued, ears pinning back, "If it was... your voice is very nice. What song was it?" Perhaps focusing on something other than the raw emotion in the air would be best. Even if he felt like crumbling in on himself at the moment.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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