12-31-2020, 02:09 AM
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SAINTKIT
HARDLY KNOW HOW BAD IT GETS
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Who. Who, who, who? Who was this?
Saintkit had no knowledge of Trygve, the other male having arrived to join The Pitt far before the boy had even been growing in his mother's belly. Despite this, he still felt a sort of hostility upon seeing the injured draconic male, or at least a sense of fear. Aine and Gael were the only two members of the Pitt that Saint truly knew so far. He knew that was mostly his own fault, since he had been avoiding others for the most part, but he still now felt attached to them. Even after only a few days, he felt as though they would keep him safe, something that he was desperate for following the passing of his parents. And now, here was Ry, showing up on the border injured and unfamiliar to Saint, embracing Aine and whispering sweet declarations of love to her? Perhaps if the young feline had known him better, he would've been overjoyed for the union. As it was, however, Saintkit just felt the fur along his spine raising with worry and irritation, slow steps bringing him over to where Aine and Ry were, along with Virgil and Kold.
It was clear from both the reactions of Aine and Kold that Ry was someone who had been missed, and even Virgil's reaction told him that Trygve was trusted. Yet still the child almost felt like recoiling, his mind flip-flopping back and forth as he considered whether or not to even open his mouth. Still, he supposed it would look rather odd, to just come padding up without a word out of his muzzle. For a moment, Saint just stood there, tail tucked between his legs and orange fur tufted up in spikes as he considered what to say, or whether to introduce himself or not. His tongue pressed lightly against his teeth, purple eyes dull with thought before he eventually decided to be straightforward. His tone came out as a sharp squeak as he spoke, a flash of growing fangs glinting as he questioned, "Who are you? You're hurt... why are you hurt? Who hurt you? They're not going to come and hurt us, are they?" Saintkit couldn't help but be cautious, considering how his last few days had been going. He was only just beginning to settle within The Pitt. He couldn't take it if any of his new companions ended up injured, or worse.
Saintkit had no knowledge of Trygve, the other male having arrived to join The Pitt far before the boy had even been growing in his mother's belly. Despite this, he still felt a sort of hostility upon seeing the injured draconic male, or at least a sense of fear. Aine and Gael were the only two members of the Pitt that Saint truly knew so far. He knew that was mostly his own fault, since he had been avoiding others for the most part, but he still now felt attached to them. Even after only a few days, he felt as though they would keep him safe, something that he was desperate for following the passing of his parents. And now, here was Ry, showing up on the border injured and unfamiliar to Saint, embracing Aine and whispering sweet declarations of love to her? Perhaps if the young feline had known him better, he would've been overjoyed for the union. As it was, however, Saintkit just felt the fur along his spine raising with worry and irritation, slow steps bringing him over to where Aine and Ry were, along with Virgil and Kold.
It was clear from both the reactions of Aine and Kold that Ry was someone who had been missed, and even Virgil's reaction told him that Trygve was trusted. Yet still the child almost felt like recoiling, his mind flip-flopping back and forth as he considered whether or not to even open his mouth. Still, he supposed it would look rather odd, to just come padding up without a word out of his muzzle. For a moment, Saint just stood there, tail tucked between his legs and orange fur tufted up in spikes as he considered what to say, or whether to introduce himself or not. His tongue pressed lightly against his teeth, purple eyes dull with thought before he eventually decided to be straightforward. His tone came out as a sharp squeak as he spoke, a flash of growing fangs glinting as he questioned, "Who are you? You're hurt... why are you hurt? Who hurt you? They're not going to come and hurt us, are they?" Saintkit couldn't help but be cautious, considering how his last few days had been going. He was only just beginning to settle within The Pitt. He couldn't take it if any of his new companions ended up injured, or worse.
━ GUESS I'LL JUST GO BACK TO BED┆PITT PUP. ━
you tried to refrain, but you try anyway
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