01-08-2021, 10:05 PM
The leggy adolescent slunk in after Rhinestonestar, his three tails puffed up and lashing behind him. Why any of them wanted to meet “neutrally” after the giant battle was beyond him. He sat next to his adopted father with a sneeze. He’d only come along because the serval did, and it showed by how he ignored the animals present, as if they’d have such an easy time sliding their eyes over his vaporwave mess of a pelt as he did theirs.
The centurion would’ve preferred everyone in the Palm Glades stay the fuck out of politics for a while, since none of the other groups had any reason to tolerate them. They’d taken food from the Tanglewoods, raided the Typhoon, and betrayed the Coalition; the only group here without a bone to pick with the beach himbos were the Pitt, which weren’t exactly known for their kindness.
After a second sneeze, he grumbled to himself and pawed at his muzzle. At least that action hid his frown as the Coalition arrived—minus Stryker, as expected, but Quasar hated the talkative bastard anyway.
But he looked at the Tanglewoods, frown deepening, and he hoped the swamp outcasts paid more attention to their previous conquerors than him. The Coalition didn’t have a reason to attack him in general, at least, but those two? Yeah, he thought it’d be more likely to die here because of them than the Coalition, even if one of the two had a fucking Utahraptor and two icy bitches.
Shieeet, he should’ve stayed home.
The centurion would’ve preferred everyone in the Palm Glades stay the fuck out of politics for a while, since none of the other groups had any reason to tolerate them. They’d taken food from the Tanglewoods, raided the Typhoon, and betrayed the Coalition; the only group here without a bone to pick with the beach himbos were the Pitt, which weren’t exactly known for their kindness.
After a second sneeze, he grumbled to himself and pawed at his muzzle. At least that action hid his frown as the Coalition arrived—minus Stryker, as expected, but Quasar hated the talkative bastard anyway.
But he looked at the Tanglewoods, frown deepening, and he hoped the swamp outcasts paid more attention to their previous conquerors than him. The Coalition didn’t have a reason to attack him in general, at least, but those two? Yeah, he thought it’d be more likely to die here because of them than the Coalition, even if one of the two had a fucking Utahraptor and two icy bitches.
Shieeet, he should’ve stayed home.
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
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that's not how i'll go!
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these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are