04-04-2022, 08:48 PM
The horned jaguar knew good and well of the impact that a person's Blooding could have on them. He himself had brought him with him a guilt-ridden baggage that he had not expected to take back, for he had endured the week-long venture with much optimism and ambition. To this very moment he found himself struggling whenever his eyes shut, seeing nothing but pale, horrified eyes staring back at him from the abyss of nothingness until his eyes opened again to reveal the true, living reality surrounding him. Perhaps it was worth it, given his new title as an exclusive member of the Pitt, and he chose to think of it as such and carry himself through the plaza as though that alone was the case.
He didn't know who the creature that waltzed into the plaza was initially, nor how they could've mustered up the confidence to walk into the Pitt's base of operations so freely and without fear of assault or, of course, death. He cocked an eyebrow at a familiar voice that spoke, "I'm finally back." Was that...? "Kold?" Blackjack called to the beast, curious paws piloting him forward.
Upon getting closer to her, he felt her distinct presence and concluded that it must be her. "You seem well," he remarked, offering the other a specter of a smile. "Congratulations." She was certainly much different from the undead form she took on when he first saw her, mangled and sickly. There was vigor in her stride, a sense of confidence he could not have detected in her in her previous appearances. She was still of the same species, a wolf-rottweiler mix, but with some undeniable differences, including a pair of obsidian wings and horns with a color that matched that of his own eyes, along with the purple fur upon her face. She looked powerful, intimidating even. And not dead.
He didn't know who the creature that waltzed into the plaza was initially, nor how they could've mustered up the confidence to walk into the Pitt's base of operations so freely and without fear of assault or, of course, death. He cocked an eyebrow at a familiar voice that spoke, "I'm finally back." Was that...? "Kold?" Blackjack called to the beast, curious paws piloting him forward.
Upon getting closer to her, he felt her distinct presence and concluded that it must be her. "You seem well," he remarked, offering the other a specter of a smile. "Congratulations." She was certainly much different from the undead form she took on when he first saw her, mangled and sickly. There was vigor in her stride, a sense of confidence he could not have detected in her in her previous appearances. She was still of the same species, a wolf-rottweiler mix, but with some undeniable differences, including a pair of obsidian wings and horns with a color that matched that of his own eyes, along with the purple fur upon her face. She looked powerful, intimidating even. And not dead.
[glow=#f4c430,2,300]how to rob men blind[/glow] — ♠