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[Atticus Roux]

IT'S MY ALTER-EGO'S FAULT, THESE EVIL THOUGHTS CAN BE SO DARK

—  I'M TONE DEAF  —

ATTICUS ROUX — MALE — GREY WOLF — THE PITT — TAGS

[Atticus Roux]

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[glow=#000,2,300]Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout
Who I'm with when I'm not around[/glow]

Just don't forget who you fuckin' with — When steppin' on hallowed ground
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[glow=#000,2,300]Why do I always sense this [/glow]

Undeniable tension from the moment I enter into the room?
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[Atticus Roux]

these grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again — tabby — tanglewood — [url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=13998.0]tags

YOU AND WHAT ARMY COULD HARM ME?

atticus roux — former pittian — it'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way

[Atticus Roux]

ATTICUS ROUX -

Filler text tbh.

A ghoulish wail stood out from the cold breeze of February's winter wrath. Attention was brought to the noise immediately by Atticus Roux who happened to be in the area. Eyes of a sunflower hue breached through the underbrush. The feline's gaze narrowed. A silhouette meters in the distance crossed his vision, causing a low growl to ruminate from his throat. That thing was familiar. She was familiar. Kold. The presumed dead Pittian was standing before him.

He softly traversed forward a few meters, staying within the shadows. The unimaginable had appeared before his eyes, leaving him to muster up false confidence. Claws unsheathed as he slowly crouched down to the ground. With his chest to the floor and haunches raised, he let out a snarl. "I'll give you a chance to explain what's happening here, Kold," Atticus warned as he moved out from the shadows, "But you are not welcome here." He was masking his shock. In truth, his former alliance in The Pitt left him biased also. He paused before making a move for a reason.

Even so Kold had made their fair share of distasteful decisions in their past. Atticus had heard them encourage Dante's behavior, claiming he deserved a chance, but the feline wholeheartedly disagreed. That was only one of many though. Atticus pondered the past in his head as he awaited an answer. His head moved lower to the floor. Ears pinned back. "Come on now." It was unknown to him whether he was impatiently beckoning an answer or an attack.