07-03-2021, 11:55 PM
straight for the throat you’re like an animal!
in for the kill, like you're an animal!
Ximen squeezed into the cathedral and hunkered down away from the smallest rodents. Despite his lithe and lightweight body, the mutated cheetah was a gangly fuck with an extra-long scorpion tail and two extra limbs attached to his long body. The extra limbs—leather wings, not unlike the flying squirrels in appearance—stayed tucked to his back.
Blending in wasn’t an easy option, because 1) he couldn’t shapeshift and 2) he wasn’t a rodent. Smallcritter? He reminded himself to keep his mouth shut until he figured out their local customs and phrases. He had a feeling both of those words would’ve been offensive. He had to admit, for self-electing to learn about Mouserend, he hadn’t learned much about them before word came to Tanglewoods about their new king’s coronation.
In truth, Ximen wanted a reason to “disappear” from Tanglewoods, if only for a ceremony. And a long, drawn-out, traditional one with plenty to feast his eyes and ears on created a compelling distraction from his grief and anger, gift-wrapped in an excuse to observe an up-and-coming group, because, really, he liked observing, and observing meant uncovering information and information was currency in a trade-based economy.
Keeping one eye on the proceedings and the other on the crowd, Ximen’s ears twitched when the chorus began. Hmm. Interesting. Elaborate, which fascinated him, because no other group took leader transitions with such a grandiose ceremony.
Blending in wasn’t an easy option, because 1) he couldn’t shapeshift and 2) he wasn’t a rodent. Smallcritter? He reminded himself to keep his mouth shut until he figured out their local customs and phrases. He had a feeling both of those words would’ve been offensive. He had to admit, for self-electing to learn about Mouserend, he hadn’t learned much about them before word came to Tanglewoods about their new king’s coronation.
In truth, Ximen wanted a reason to “disappear” from Tanglewoods, if only for a ceremony. And a long, drawn-out, traditional one with plenty to feast his eyes and ears on created a compelling distraction from his grief and anger, gift-wrapped in an excuse to observe an up-and-coming group, because, really, he liked observing, and observing meant uncovering information and information was currency in a trade-based economy.
Keeping one eye on the proceedings and the other on the crowd, Ximen’s ears twitched when the chorus began. Hmm. Interesting. Elaborate, which fascinated him, because no other group took leader transitions with such a grandiose ceremony.
UNEXPECTED YET EXPECTED —
— i wanted to hate / i wanted to die / i wanted to see you sacrificed / i had to deal with the fear you gave me / but you fucker never tried to help me / i was jealous and i was scared / nobody ever replaced my pain / to say i’m not evil, to tell I’m not bad / too late, i’m lost in human nature / leave me be / set me free / leave me be / set me free / the hardest thing to me is facing the fear i live / no one can help me now, it’s under my heart / i’ll come to know the living, my demons are inside / i’ll bring them all to light / ———— emerged from the dark I come to life!