04-24-2021, 03:00 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHEN MY TIME COMES ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
TRIGGER WARNING: this post goes briefly into abuse and death in the first paragraph
Death wasn't something Gordon wanted to experience. Not her own and certainly not anyone else's. The munchkin mix had gotten close to death once, back when she was with Caesar. Not by choice, mind you; her mother had been killed (or at least, that's what her and her brother were told; they never saw their mother's body). This meant that she and her brother were forced to be with Caesar, even if they were a secret to his group - which at the time, was The Typhoon. Gordon and Billiam lived on the outskirts of the territory and were by themselves and when they tried to escape, Caesar caught them. Caesar had lashed out at the twins and nearly killed Gordon when he ripped open her stomach - which would leave her with the scar that she had to this day.
Gordon was still worried that, to this day, her father would find her. It explained her constantly anxious and nervous personality, it explained her jumpy movements and the fact she was easily startled. Speaking of which, a loud roar echoing through the territory made her jump, her fur fluffing out in fear. Gordon knew better than to investigate but she knew that now, that she was apart of the Tribe, she had a duty to. Just to make sure her and her tribemates weren't in danger. Gordon slunk off, following where she thought she heard the roar coming from, keeping as low to the ground as possible (which, with her short legs, wasn't exactly hard). Eventually the golden she-cat came across a lioness, sobbing where she sat. Gordon blinked, confused. Was she the one that made that roar earlier? But she sounded so... ]angry.
"Um, h-hey," Gordon squeaked out as she revealed herself, pushing past the bushes she tried to conseal herself in. "Are y-you okay? Any injuries? I-I can go fetch the-the Tribe's medic, if-if you want." She kept her distance from Candiedapple though, eyes wide as she watched the lioness carefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Death wasn't something Gordon wanted to experience. Not her own and certainly not anyone else's. The munchkin mix had gotten close to death once, back when she was with Caesar. Not by choice, mind you; her mother had been killed (or at least, that's what her and her brother were told; they never saw their mother's body). This meant that she and her brother were forced to be with Caesar, even if they were a secret to his group - which at the time, was The Typhoon. Gordon and Billiam lived on the outskirts of the territory and were by themselves and when they tried to escape, Caesar caught them. Caesar had lashed out at the twins and nearly killed Gordon when he ripped open her stomach - which would leave her with the scar that she had to this day.
Gordon was still worried that, to this day, her father would find her. It explained her constantly anxious and nervous personality, it explained her jumpy movements and the fact she was easily startled. Speaking of which, a loud roar echoing through the territory made her jump, her fur fluffing out in fear. Gordon knew better than to investigate but she knew that now, that she was apart of the Tribe, she had a duty to. Just to make sure her and her tribemates weren't in danger. Gordon slunk off, following where she thought she heard the roar coming from, keeping as low to the ground as possible (which, with her short legs, wasn't exactly hard). Eventually the golden she-cat came across a lioness, sobbing where she sat. Gordon blinked, confused. Was she the one that made that roar earlier? But she sounded so... ]angry.
"Um, h-hey," Gordon squeaked out as she revealed herself, pushing past the bushes she tried to conseal herself in. "Are y-you okay? Any injuries? I-I can go fetch the-the Tribe's medic, if-if you want." She kept her distance from Candiedapple though, eyes wide as she watched the lioness carefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]