12-02-2020, 08:06 PM
Overwhelmed by the smells and the sights of strangers that came forth to the border, Sweeney watched and listened as they spoke. Confusion on her face as the first to arrive spoke to her, saying they didn't know Atticus. She didn't want to hear that, didn't want to know that he wasn't around Tanglewood enough to greet those around those that were new there. He wasn't the friendliest individual - most in the Pitt weren't - but it was rare for someone who had travelled so far to not show up at the border every so often to greet those that were new to the groups, to make sure they could be trusted during their stay.
Then Aurum came, a face she recognized slightly from him showing up at the border when the dog had been there, when she had been younger. She had pretended to be the leader of the Pitt, that was so long ago, so many leaders ago. He spoke and she began to feel her world crumble underneath her. Stryker was here, the coalition that damned lion had spoken about when he had been at the border of the Pitt, he was there and they had taken over, and they had taken Atticus. He had been on his way home, and he had gotten taken. "No," She would speak, ears pinning to her head as tails lashed behind her, "You're lying, you have to be. He wouldn't get captured." He wouldn't leave me.
And then he was there, leaping out from the underbrush that surrounded the area, and at first she was relieved, and then she saw his face, and heard the hissing noise that came from his throat, felt the claws digging into her sides, and for the first time in a very long time, tears began to form in Sweeney's eyes as her mind raced. What was she supposed to do in this situation? She didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to try. "Atticus, please." The vixen begged, "You're hurting me. I don't wanna hurt you."
At this point in time, she would bring her back paws forward in an attempt to kick up, trying to knock Atticus off of her. Anything so she could get up and try to subdue him without harming him.
Then Aurum came, a face she recognized slightly from him showing up at the border when the dog had been there, when she had been younger. She had pretended to be the leader of the Pitt, that was so long ago, so many leaders ago. He spoke and she began to feel her world crumble underneath her. Stryker was here, the coalition that damned lion had spoken about when he had been at the border of the Pitt, he was there and they had taken over, and they had taken Atticus. He had been on his way home, and he had gotten taken. "No," She would speak, ears pinning to her head as tails lashed behind her, "You're lying, you have to be. He wouldn't get captured." He wouldn't leave me.
And then he was there, leaping out from the underbrush that surrounded the area, and at first she was relieved, and then she saw his face, and heard the hissing noise that came from his throat, felt the claws digging into her sides, and for the first time in a very long time, tears began to form in Sweeney's eyes as her mind raced. What was she supposed to do in this situation? She didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to try. "Atticus, please." The vixen begged, "You're hurting me. I don't wanna hurt you."
At this point in time, she would bring her back paws forward in an attempt to kick up, trying to knock Atticus off of her. Anything so she could get up and try to subdue him without harming him.
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