10-09-2020, 05:35 PM
THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
"So, that's what your name is."
Approaching the group with a slight limp, the draconic jaguar's gaze fixated onto the white lion that stood at their border. With a flick of his tufted ear, he would continue with snark in his voice "I hope you brought me some get well soon gifts. It'd be a shame if you just showed up empty handed after nearly killing me, buddy." Trygve glanced around at the group that was gathered only to feel his muzzle wrinkle in disgust seeing that Atticus was fucking crying like some little bitch. Good god, I'm not related to that, the Pittian thought with a soft snort and well, he had heard most of what had been said. So, Atticus believed that the Typhoon was at fault, did he? Stupid son of a bitch. He concluded within his mind recalling the destruction his home had suffered when the meteors had struck... How he had been so scared to lose any of his family around that time.
"Vale as ardent? Nah. Shit for brains only cares for themselves." Ry said with a smirk on his maw "As far as I know, we'll only screw ourselves over if we try and fuck with the Typhoon... Especially with our given numbers," There wasn't a lot of them unfortunately and he doubted that Stryker's supposed group had much either so Trygve believed that it would've been better if the Pitt laid low for now. His gaze hardened and tone grew icy cold which was a vast difference from his usual fiery tone as his gaze locked onto Atticus "The world is a cruel thing, it picks off who it wants. Your mother came back though, which not all kids get the blessing of. So stop sniveling, get over it, and cherish those close to you instead of wasting your tears for those who are gone and not coming back." It was harsh but the truth, Ry could only recall a single Tanglewood member coming to their aid when the aftermath of the meteor shower occurred.
And it was true, crying didn't bring back Jaime or Eulia. It never would. Although, he knew that crying was a form of relieving oneself... Ry didn't do a lot of it and he sure as hell wasn't going to do so in front of some stranger. Pulling himself from his thoughts did the draconic boy find his voice once more "And if we were going to make any form of alliances with anyone, it shouldn't be someone who attacks one of the people within the group they request an alliance from." He raised an eyebrow at Stryker only to continue "That's just common sense." His mottled tail would lash to the sides behind him, lips peeling back to show off his sharp fangs as he stood there with fur raising "So, get your stupid ass outta here. Your opinion doesn't matter here. Go back to your shithole of a home." Fire began to lap at his jaws as he took a few steps forward until he stood beside Gael and Aine glaring at Vale.
"You are no ardent to me nor will you ever be." Trygve's tufted ears lay flat against his skull only to growl "So fuck off." Ry adjusted his wings at his sides, if the shapeshifter tried anything then Trygve would be there to stop it. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt those close and dear to him.
Approaching the group with a slight limp, the draconic jaguar's gaze fixated onto the white lion that stood at their border. With a flick of his tufted ear, he would continue with snark in his voice "I hope you brought me some get well soon gifts. It'd be a shame if you just showed up empty handed after nearly killing me, buddy." Trygve glanced around at the group that was gathered only to feel his muzzle wrinkle in disgust seeing that Atticus was fucking crying like some little bitch. Good god, I'm not related to that, the Pittian thought with a soft snort and well, he had heard most of what had been said. So, Atticus believed that the Typhoon was at fault, did he? Stupid son of a bitch. He concluded within his mind recalling the destruction his home had suffered when the meteors had struck... How he had been so scared to lose any of his family around that time.
"Vale as ardent? Nah. Shit for brains only cares for themselves." Ry said with a smirk on his maw "As far as I know, we'll only screw ourselves over if we try and fuck with the Typhoon... Especially with our given numbers," There wasn't a lot of them unfortunately and he doubted that Stryker's supposed group had much either so Trygve believed that it would've been better if the Pitt laid low for now. His gaze hardened and tone grew icy cold which was a vast difference from his usual fiery tone as his gaze locked onto Atticus "The world is a cruel thing, it picks off who it wants. Your mother came back though, which not all kids get the blessing of. So stop sniveling, get over it, and cherish those close to you instead of wasting your tears for those who are gone and not coming back." It was harsh but the truth, Ry could only recall a single Tanglewood member coming to their aid when the aftermath of the meteor shower occurred.
And it was true, crying didn't bring back Jaime or Eulia. It never would. Although, he knew that crying was a form of relieving oneself... Ry didn't do a lot of it and he sure as hell wasn't going to do so in front of some stranger. Pulling himself from his thoughts did the draconic boy find his voice once more "And if we were going to make any form of alliances with anyone, it shouldn't be someone who attacks one of the people within the group they request an alliance from." He raised an eyebrow at Stryker only to continue "That's just common sense." His mottled tail would lash to the sides behind him, lips peeling back to show off his sharp fangs as he stood there with fur raising "So, get your stupid ass outta here. Your opinion doesn't matter here. Go back to your shithole of a home." Fire began to lap at his jaws as he took a few steps forward until he stood beside Gael and Aine glaring at Vale.
"You are no ardent to me nor will you ever be." Trygve's tufted ears lay flat against his skull only to growl "So fuck off." Ry adjusted his wings at his sides, if the shapeshifter tried anything then Trygve would be there to stop it. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt those close and dear to him.
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan