04-07-2020, 06:05 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS ![abbr=TRYGVE ROUX, 3 MONTHS OLD, DRACONIC JAGUAR, SON OF GREED x ROXANNE, BROTHER TO EULIA, NATYLI, JAMESON, ACETO, ROAN, SHAPESHIFTING, FIRE ELEMENTALS, CRUSHING ON AINE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
He had hurt them. He had hurt them badly.
His eyes stung as the temptation to cry was growing but he resisted it, he didn't want to cry. He had already ran for quite a while. From the Typhoon, through the loner lands, and now his paws went through the dry sand that belonged to the Pitt. Somewhere he didn't ever expect to return to although, there was a single reason he had came here or rather someone that only came to his mind when he had been trying to figure out where to go. Aine, his friend, plagued his mind. His burns and body began to ache, he found the place near the border where he'd always meet with Aine only to topple over with a grunt leaving his maw. It was dark out, the moon shining above him. His gaze locked onto it remembering how he had hurt his own moon, he gritted his teeth in frustration to himself as he laid there in the cold sand. A single tear rolling off his face and dripping onto the sand below him, his eyes looking downwards. The flames had stopped lapping at his jaws but the dryness of his throat lingered, it had burned the insides of his mouth and now blood dripped from both slightly parted jaws and his nose.
His anger having died down in the moment that he had bolted away, he hid his face in his paws for a moment only to let his paws slip onto his maw and dig his claws in for a moment. He hadn't meant to hurt Brandy or Eulia, another tear slipped down his chin and he wiped away at it with frustration. He would rise to his paws even though his body ached horribly, his legs wobbling in the slightest but he wouldn't sit there. No, he had business to attend to. He cleared his throat only to call out with his teeth bared, the blood dripping eagerly from his jaws "Kydobi! Aine! Gael!" Those were the faces he recognized the most and well, Sweeney's too but no fuckin way was he going to call out to her. He took a soft breath feeling that familiar heat in his chest die down for the moment, he was sure that the fire within him would awaken if Caesar even showed his uglyass upon his call. Michael had taught him how to fight a bit so Trygve would put up a fight if need be. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
His eyes stung as the temptation to cry was growing but he resisted it, he didn't want to cry. He had already ran for quite a while. From the Typhoon, through the loner lands, and now his paws went through the dry sand that belonged to the Pitt. Somewhere he didn't ever expect to return to although, there was a single reason he had came here or rather someone that only came to his mind when he had been trying to figure out where to go. Aine, his friend, plagued his mind. His burns and body began to ache, he found the place near the border where he'd always meet with Aine only to topple over with a grunt leaving his maw. It was dark out, the moon shining above him. His gaze locked onto it remembering how he had hurt his own moon, he gritted his teeth in frustration to himself as he laid there in the cold sand. A single tear rolling off his face and dripping onto the sand below him, his eyes looking downwards. The flames had stopped lapping at his jaws but the dryness of his throat lingered, it had burned the insides of his mouth and now blood dripped from both slightly parted jaws and his nose.
His anger having died down in the moment that he had bolted away, he hid his face in his paws for a moment only to let his paws slip onto his maw and dig his claws in for a moment. He hadn't meant to hurt Brandy or Eulia, another tear slipped down his chin and he wiped away at it with frustration. He would rise to his paws even though his body ached horribly, his legs wobbling in the slightest but he wouldn't sit there. No, he had business to attend to. He cleared his throat only to call out with his teeth bared, the blood dripping eagerly from his jaws "Kydobi! Aine! Gael!" Those were the faces he recognized the most and well, Sweeney's too but no fuckin way was he going to call out to her. He took a soft breath feeling that familiar heat in his chest die down for the moment, he was sure that the fire within him would awaken if Caesar even showed his uglyass upon his call. Michael had taught him how to fight a bit so Trygve would put up a fight if need be. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]