- Jun 9, 2022
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Shall I escort you through ThunderClan territory to show you what nightshade looks like?
Bold, pretentious, the words burn hot in his mind. She - she assumes that he he hasn't already seen it. Insolent, blasphemous, there's nothing she could possibly think of that he couldn't. Nothing that she could see, hear, smell, taste, that he wouldn't. She was a mere fly, reckless, if their meeting hadn't told him anything else. She wasn't deserving of his trust, even if Blaise insisted that she was.
And yet, here he stands at Thunderclan's border. No - it's just. His mind was buzzed, freyed from the atrocities that had occurred just before. How was he to think straight, to put his mind in order, watch for guidance when his mind still spun with nonsensical sights and sounds. He was just. He always was. Dawnglare stares down the border with irritance, it annoys him, where normal scents clash with the repulsiveness of the other clans, and some were willing to kill over these stupid things, so insistent that their horrible stink was the one that should be there. None of them deserved to be there, the ground belongs to her.
He doesn't know how long he stands there, perfectly still, aside from frantic lashing of his tail, leaving strands of two-toned fur in their wake. He glares, deserving, for the ugly little thing that it was, before he pointedly steps over it. His gait is graceful, each footfall intentionally slow, yess, he's... showing it. Though soon, he regrets it. His frown lies heavy on his face. Lungfuls of fire - everything was simply worse on this side.
Tufted ears would perk in the direction of a rustling, odd jingling of things. His gaze does not lift upward. "Just take me to the fff.... thing," he mutters.
[ Here for @cinderfrost but no need to wait <3 ]
Bold, pretentious, the words burn hot in his mind. She - she assumes that he he hasn't already seen it. Insolent, blasphemous, there's nothing she could possibly think of that he couldn't. Nothing that she could see, hear, smell, taste, that he wouldn't. She was a mere fly, reckless, if their meeting hadn't told him anything else. She wasn't deserving of his trust, even if Blaise insisted that she was.
And yet, here he stands at Thunderclan's border. No - it's just. His mind was buzzed, freyed from the atrocities that had occurred just before. How was he to think straight, to put his mind in order, watch for guidance when his mind still spun with nonsensical sights and sounds. He was just. He always was. Dawnglare stares down the border with irritance, it annoys him, where normal scents clash with the repulsiveness of the other clans, and some were willing to kill over these stupid things, so insistent that their horrible stink was the one that should be there. None of them deserved to be there, the ground belongs to her.
He doesn't know how long he stands there, perfectly still, aside from frantic lashing of his tail, leaving strands of two-toned fur in their wake. He glares, deserving, for the ugly little thing that it was, before he pointedly steps over it. His gait is graceful, each footfall intentionally slow, yess, he's... showing it. Though soon, he regrets it. His frown lies heavy on his face. Lungfuls of fire - everything was simply worse on this side.
Tufted ears would perk in the direction of a rustling, odd jingling of things. His gaze does not lift upward. "Just take me to the fff.... thing," he mutters.
[ Here for @cinderfrost but no need to wait <3 ]