01-06-2021, 11:25 PM
His lip had been bit. There was no way he could have fabricated those memories, all of those things he had felt back on the beach, the fight with Ry- Samantha, Goldie, the upcoming uneasiness in the face of the Pitt. His ears flattened, his head pulling back and his green eyes flashing with contempt and anger. His throat itched, and the acidic feeling at the back of his throat had him heave a breath, inhaling through his nose, and out through his muzzle.
Rosemary's words, in truth, made sense. There was no way Brandy could be lying, after all, so what did he have to worry about. He sat his rump down, both eyes trained upon the imposter. His nostrils flared. He opened his mouth, snapped it shut, before speaking- his tone was beheld with anger, but it was bordering on civility. Brandy wasn't an idiot. He lifted his paw. "The last thing I remember is coming out as Elduin." His eyes trained on Riftweaver, his ears pushed forward and a grumpy look on his face. He didn't look at Rosemary while he spoke, nor Michael, his intent but delaying anger held inside his chest and throat, ready to spring free like a dagger.
His eyes finally shifted towards Rosemary. "After that it goes dark. I woke up inside of the sea, as if I had been.. hibernating. I forced myself out and I crash landed." He gestured with his head towards the crater, his ears twitching and rotating. Finally, his gaze shifted towards Michael again- almost pleading at this point. As the adrenaline settled and his paw started to ache more and more, not to mention the real fear that someone could've been posing as him all this time, settled in.
"Please. I'm the real Brandy, the one who fought Trygve on the beach, burned my chest in turn. I remember you getting lost in the forest." His last sentence was directed, well, directly at Michael. His eyes shifted back towards Riftweaver, his eyebrows drawing tighter to his eyes- the anger was starting to bubble over. "You have to believe me."
"SPEECH"
Rosemary's words, in truth, made sense. There was no way Brandy could be lying, after all, so what did he have to worry about. He sat his rump down, both eyes trained upon the imposter. His nostrils flared. He opened his mouth, snapped it shut, before speaking- his tone was beheld with anger, but it was bordering on civility. Brandy wasn't an idiot. He lifted his paw. "The last thing I remember is coming out as Elduin." His eyes trained on Riftweaver, his ears pushed forward and a grumpy look on his face. He didn't look at Rosemary while he spoke, nor Michael, his intent but delaying anger held inside his chest and throat, ready to spring free like a dagger.
His eyes finally shifted towards Rosemary. "After that it goes dark. I woke up inside of the sea, as if I had been.. hibernating. I forced myself out and I crash landed." He gestured with his head towards the crater, his ears twitching and rotating. Finally, his gaze shifted towards Michael again- almost pleading at this point. As the adrenaline settled and his paw started to ache more and more, not to mention the real fear that someone could've been posing as him all this time, settled in.
"Please. I'm the real Brandy, the one who fought Trygve on the beach, burned my chest in turn. I remember you getting lost in the forest." His last sentence was directed, well, directly at Michael. His eyes shifted back towards Riftweaver, his eyebrows drawing tighter to his eyes- the anger was starting to bubble over. "You have to believe me."
"SPEECH"
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