11-10-2020, 12:29 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — The odd peace that had fallen over Tanglewood's territory since the revolt unnerved Aurum as well, despite his best efforts not to let it get to him. It was just so hard not to let it, though. The Coalition acted as if everything was fine and dandy, while oppressing and brutalizing a group that had done nothing to them. Thankfully, that fact wasn't all bad. It just fueled Aurum's rage further, making sure that the angel had a generous amount of motivation for when he finally ripped that false crown off of Stryker's head. He yearned to do it every time he so much as saw the other lion, but he stayed quiet for now, aside from occasional snarls and hissed out expletives that didn't do much. The former proxy knew that they had to bide their time, until the group as a whole had a chance to take their revenge. A revenge that would no doubt be all the more sweet with every day that passed.
Similarly, Aurum also wondered where their allies were. Their only major ally was the Typhoon, but it wasn't as if the two groups had been distant as of late. They often had visits with each other, and he and Goldie were on quite good terms, as far as he was concerned. So why hadn't anybody come to check on them? The question left him with a sense of unease and worry, wondering if perhaps the Typhoon had suffered a similar fate. His anxiety drove him forward, up and out of the bunker without much resistance. The Wanderers had grown lazy as of late, complacent with Tanglers wandering about town given the recent failed revolt. As soon as the sunlight rained down upon Aurum's back, the lion found himself sighing in faint relief – he truly had missed a breath of fresh air. His one eyed gaze scanned around the small town before he spotted Elsweyr and her concoction, as well as his son standing nearby. Tail twitching with curiosity, the male made his way over, wing lightly draping over Salvia as he came to sit.
Inspecting the various berries that the cheetah had brought home with her, Aurum found himself mumbling, impressed, "I'm surprised you managed to get out of town long enough to collect all of this..." Part of him wanted to reach out and touch the paste-like mixture she was making, but he resisted the urge, not wanting to be rude. Instead, he just questioned aloud, "What are you making, Elsweyr? Paint...?" That seemed like the only logical explanation, at least to him. After all, the clay she had added in pretty much prevented it from being an edible mixture of any kind – unless one was feeling particularly adventurous. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
Similarly, Aurum also wondered where their allies were. Their only major ally was the Typhoon, but it wasn't as if the two groups had been distant as of late. They often had visits with each other, and he and Goldie were on quite good terms, as far as he was concerned. So why hadn't anybody come to check on them? The question left him with a sense of unease and worry, wondering if perhaps the Typhoon had suffered a similar fate. His anxiety drove him forward, up and out of the bunker without much resistance. The Wanderers had grown lazy as of late, complacent with Tanglers wandering about town given the recent failed revolt. As soon as the sunlight rained down upon Aurum's back, the lion found himself sighing in faint relief – he truly had missed a breath of fresh air. His one eyed gaze scanned around the small town before he spotted Elsweyr and her concoction, as well as his son standing nearby. Tail twitching with curiosity, the male made his way over, wing lightly draping over Salvia as he came to sit.
Inspecting the various berries that the cheetah had brought home with her, Aurum found himself mumbling, impressed, "I'm surprised you managed to get out of town long enough to collect all of this..." Part of him wanted to reach out and touch the paste-like mixture she was making, but he resisted the urge, not wanting to be rude. Instead, he just questioned aloud, "What are you making, Elsweyr? Paint...?" That seemed like the only logical explanation, at least to him. After all, the clay she had added in pretty much prevented it from being an edible mixture of any kind – unless one was feeling particularly adventurous. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan