01-06-2021, 09:33 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
[W]iskerRIFTWEAVER
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The male huffed, stepping back. His mismatched eyes lingered on the male, the golden stripe through each seeming to flash with contempt. Rift did not necessarily want to start a fight. He'd embarrassed himself enough at the rescue raid, with Goldie's cage. No need to add more fuel to the fire. It was this, and this alone, that made the leaf-maned Roux restrain himself.
"Obviously I'm me." he muttered in response, his nostrils flaring almost unnoticably. Even with the display of arrogant confidence and conviction, it felt like a lie. He had felt out of place ever since he'd come back from sea. Now, with Brandyskies here before him, he felt the tug he'd spent months ignoring, a strong urge to embrace himself in his entirety, to become whole. He felt as he had upon boarding the ship all those months ago, like he was on the precipice of belonging.
He shook it off, lashing his spotted white tail. "Who else would I be?" The question was directed at no one in particular, or maybe at himself.
The male huffed, stepping back. His mismatched eyes lingered on the male, the golden stripe through each seeming to flash with contempt. Rift did not necessarily want to start a fight. He'd embarrassed himself enough at the rescue raid, with Goldie's cage. No need to add more fuel to the fire. It was this, and this alone, that made the leaf-maned Roux restrain himself.
"Obviously I'm me." he muttered in response, his nostrils flaring almost unnoticably. Even with the display of arrogant confidence and conviction, it felt like a lie. He had felt out of place ever since he'd come back from sea. Now, with Brandyskies here before him, he felt the tug he'd spent months ignoring, a strong urge to embrace himself in his entirety, to become whole. He felt as he had upon boarding the ship all those months ago, like he was on the precipice of belonging.
He shook it off, lashing his spotted white tail. "Who else would I be?" The question was directed at no one in particular, or maybe at himself.