12-02-2020, 02:26 PM
TELL HIM THE NIGHTMARES HAVEN'T STOPPED
tell him i'm not sure what is real and what is not
Loey had not come willingly. His paws had moved of his own accord, but it was obvious in the moment that by no means did he want to be here.
once upon a time, Loey might have been able to consider these people his friends. There was no chance anymore. Taking part in the takeover of their group would not have earned him any favourable points, but he had to protect Hani and Alani- and above all, he had to protect Elysium. His somewhat willing participation in their endeavors would surely earn them some brownie points? He could hope, at least. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt, and if he had to sacrifice his pride and his morals to keep them safe, then he would.
Which is how he finds himself in the midst of the battle, having somehow managed to avoid being attacked by this point, perhaps due to his Elysian scent and the familiarity of him since he'd shown his face at several of the monthly gatherings now. That, of course, was about to change- apparently so was Elysium's peaceful reputation.
He had his eye on Stryker the whole time, hatred seething in his chest, the temptation to switch sides now bubbling over his restraints slowly- but no, he couldn't. He needed Hani and Alani back, and he needed those from Elysium safe in their beds.
What finally pulls him away from the boiling fury rising inside of him is the sight of two vaguely familiar faces that quickly turn into two not-so-familiar-faces each attacking Stryker. It sends him into a sort of panic, because Stryker knows he's here and he's expecting him to fight for him, so if he leaves Roxanne and Diya to attack him without even trying to fight then there would be backlash, whether on him or on his home. And neither of those options are preferable.
With only a few seconds delay he flings himself into the fray, claws unsheathed and aiming for the smaller of the two- the tigress. He stands zero chance against either of them either way, but he should at least let the big guy handle the big gal... Or, let the big gal handle the big guy. Whichever, at this point.
He attempts to land atop the tigress' shoulders, claws unsheathed and aiming to tear into her shoulder-blades with panic-driven ferocity. He hisses and spits as he does so, a tiny body attempting to at least subdue a rather humongous one in comparison. To everyone who might be able to see it's no use, of course, for though he might be a tall, muscular tom in terms of domesticated feline sizes, he's little more than a speck of dust to the tigress. It's also noted that he might not be the best fighter, in all honesty; Loey had always considered himself a healer, he'd joined the Selene Healers within Elysium and he'd trained as a Healer in the Templar, and back in his old body his friend had been brute strength and sheer size, but now... well, as previously mentioned, neither of those work in his favour, and the lack of combat training appears to be being thrown back in his face, too.
once upon a time, Loey might have been able to consider these people his friends. There was no chance anymore. Taking part in the takeover of their group would not have earned him any favourable points, but he had to protect Hani and Alani- and above all, he had to protect Elysium. His somewhat willing participation in their endeavors would surely earn them some brownie points? He could hope, at least. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt, and if he had to sacrifice his pride and his morals to keep them safe, then he would.
Which is how he finds himself in the midst of the battle, having somehow managed to avoid being attacked by this point, perhaps due to his Elysian scent and the familiarity of him since he'd shown his face at several of the monthly gatherings now. That, of course, was about to change- apparently so was Elysium's peaceful reputation.
He had his eye on Stryker the whole time, hatred seething in his chest, the temptation to switch sides now bubbling over his restraints slowly- but no, he couldn't. He needed Hani and Alani back, and he needed those from Elysium safe in their beds.
What finally pulls him away from the boiling fury rising inside of him is the sight of two vaguely familiar faces that quickly turn into two not-so-familiar-faces each attacking Stryker. It sends him into a sort of panic, because Stryker knows he's here and he's expecting him to fight for him, so if he leaves Roxanne and Diya to attack him without even trying to fight then there would be backlash, whether on him or on his home. And neither of those options are preferable.
With only a few seconds delay he flings himself into the fray, claws unsheathed and aiming for the smaller of the two- the tigress. He stands zero chance against either of them either way, but he should at least let the big guy handle the big gal... Or, let the big gal handle the big guy. Whichever, at this point.
He attempts to land atop the tigress' shoulders, claws unsheathed and aiming to tear into her shoulder-blades with panic-driven ferocity. He hisses and spits as he does so, a tiny body attempting to at least subdue a rather humongous one in comparison. To everyone who might be able to see it's no use, of course, for though he might be a tall, muscular tom in terms of domesticated feline sizes, he's little more than a speck of dust to the tigress. It's also noted that he might not be the best fighter, in all honesty; Loey had always considered himself a healer, he'd joined the Selene Healers within Elysium and he'd trained as a Healer in the Templar, and back in his old body his friend had been brute strength and sheer size, but now... well, as previously mentioned, neither of those work in his favour, and the lack of combat training appears to be being thrown back in his face, too.
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