IT'S AN INCREDIBLE MESS ☆ revival

[Simon F.M.]

｢  H U R R Y  U P !  T H E  S U N  I S  G O I N G  D O W N !  ｣

ENGAGED
POLAR BEAR
OFFICER
TYPHOON
BIOGRAPHY

"Michael Townley, you mother fucker," snarled the polar bear, distantly aware of her other brother lingering around. Her lumbering, limping steps pulled her forward, narrowed eyes pinpointed on the coyote and the coyote alone. Rage masked her face, suppressing the relief, the thanking that her pleads had been met. Hot tears already streaked down her face as she moved at a maddening pace, ignoring the ever-persisting exhaustion, the desperation to know if it was truly him. She may not be able to see him but that, that had been his voice, true as day. Despite the blurriness of it all, she finally pinpointed that it was true, that it was what she hoped.

"You're lucky I don't rip your fucking head off, Townley," but oh, there was not a trace of anger, no rage truly permeating her tone. Only endless bundles of relief, of fear, of promises that she would never allow him to go so swiftly from her reach again. And then, and then, in a movement that would through of her movements, causing her to falter and stop, was another figure coming into her tunneled vision, an action that threw off everything. Her blurry eyes fell on who she finally could see was Harland, as if his scent wasn't one she knew as nearly as well as her own. "Heh?" she rasped in confusion, rapidly looking between the two. When the fuck had that become a thing and why hadn't anybody told her? That would be a conversation they were going to have later but, for now...

"Har, mind stepping back so I can get my turn?" she would say in a teasing tone as if she could pretend the words weren't cracked by the tears on her muzzle, as if relief didn't pour from her every word. She wouldn't give him a choice, body shrinking down into something more manageable as she pushed past, nudging aside, wiggling her way in to pull Michael close, using a bone-crushing strength as warm tears wet their fur. "Pull a fucking stunt again and I'll kill you myself, homme insensé.