02-15-2023, 11:16 PM
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Diego wasn’t much for theatrics.
That said, his long-term disappearance was perhaps theatrical enough, no? In truth, he didn’t know why he had come to the meeting; he naught associated with any group these days, loitering and wandering wherever his great, heavy paws would take him.
He lurked in the shadows of the meeting, for the most part. His lips pursed as conflict broke out; this had been what had made him flee his home in the coalition so many moons ago, hadn’t it? All the fighting… His parents’ deaths, even. It was still a rotting, festering wound in his chest to think about, though the red lion simply shook undergrown mane and watched on; he refused to think about it.
At first, he hadn’t been paying attention to everything that had happened and who it had happened with. He didn’t care; creatures fought all the time, it was petty, it was… beneath them. He rolled his eyes, a quiet, haughty snort escaping his nostrils.
But, of course, one can never be completely oblivious. And Diego would always recognise his brothers voice, even after years had passed. Romulus and he had been… Somewhat close, after all. His big green eyes snapped to look back to the scene; a certain lady had momentarily caught his eye, one from his past, though not that he’d admit it.
Should he feel guilty for not stepping in when he could see his brother struggling, see the power dwindling away from his every move? He had always been somewhat of a coward in comparison to his gold-adorned sibling… In comparison to them all, really. Fighting had never been for him and, given his parentage, what a surprise that had turned out to be.
Still, to see life drain from his older brother brought an ache to his bones like no other. A pain he had felt only as he saw the life leave his mother’s eyes so long ago, and the shaky breath that ripped from his drooping maw shook him from his frozen state.
While he had been frozen in shock, something had happened; what, he didn’t know, but as he saw Romulus begin to mutter words, he mustered the resolve to move at last.
He had never been the strongest of the bunch, and admittedly somewhat of a festering wound left of a thorn in their side, angsty and emo edgelord-y as he had been, but even still he couldn’t let his brother die.
He hoped the others would be concerned with the dead body of the… other, enough for him to sneak in. He’d always been quite good at that; sneaking, that is. He crept around the back of the crowd, waited for some kind of reaction, before tip-toeing over to his brother’s body and carefully pulling him away.
Of course others had seen him. Hopefully, someone would recognise him; someone who would at the very least let him slip away with his brother’s, well, body… more or less. He was still alive. That was a good sign.
Nevertheless, should anyone try to stop him, they would be met with claws and teeth. Rest assured. Diego had lost enough; he would not lose Romulus too.
He gripped Romulus’s scruff as carefully as he could and, rather swiftly and less gently than he had hoped, dragged him out of the limelight of the meeting.
He had no herbs on him, not right now; who is expecting a fight when they go to a neutral meeting, anyway?
But he could find some on his way, he was sure.
Hopefully.
[perms given from orion <3]
That said, his long-term disappearance was perhaps theatrical enough, no? In truth, he didn’t know why he had come to the meeting; he naught associated with any group these days, loitering and wandering wherever his great, heavy paws would take him.
He lurked in the shadows of the meeting, for the most part. His lips pursed as conflict broke out; this had been what had made him flee his home in the coalition so many moons ago, hadn’t it? All the fighting… His parents’ deaths, even. It was still a rotting, festering wound in his chest to think about, though the red lion simply shook undergrown mane and watched on; he refused to think about it.
At first, he hadn’t been paying attention to everything that had happened and who it had happened with. He didn’t care; creatures fought all the time, it was petty, it was… beneath them. He rolled his eyes, a quiet, haughty snort escaping his nostrils.
But, of course, one can never be completely oblivious. And Diego would always recognise his brothers voice, even after years had passed. Romulus and he had been… Somewhat close, after all. His big green eyes snapped to look back to the scene; a certain lady had momentarily caught his eye, one from his past, though not that he’d admit it.
Should he feel guilty for not stepping in when he could see his brother struggling, see the power dwindling away from his every move? He had always been somewhat of a coward in comparison to his gold-adorned sibling… In comparison to them all, really. Fighting had never been for him and, given his parentage, what a surprise that had turned out to be.
Still, to see life drain from his older brother brought an ache to his bones like no other. A pain he had felt only as he saw the life leave his mother’s eyes so long ago, and the shaky breath that ripped from his drooping maw shook him from his frozen state.
While he had been frozen in shock, something had happened; what, he didn’t know, but as he saw Romulus begin to mutter words, he mustered the resolve to move at last.
He had never been the strongest of the bunch, and admittedly somewhat of a festering wound left of a thorn in their side, angsty and emo edgelord-y as he had been, but even still he couldn’t let his brother die.
He hoped the others would be concerned with the dead body of the… other, enough for him to sneak in. He’d always been quite good at that; sneaking, that is. He crept around the back of the crowd, waited for some kind of reaction, before tip-toeing over to his brother’s body and carefully pulling him away.
Of course others had seen him. Hopefully, someone would recognise him; someone who would at the very least let him slip away with his brother’s, well, body… more or less. He was still alive. That was a good sign.
Nevertheless, should anyone try to stop him, they would be met with claws and teeth. Rest assured. Diego had lost enough; he would not lose Romulus too.
He gripped Romulus’s scruff as carefully as he could and, rather swiftly and less gently than he had hoped, dragged him out of the limelight of the meeting.
He had no herbs on him, not right now; who is expecting a fight when they go to a neutral meeting, anyway?
But he could find some on his way, he was sure.
Hopefully.
[perms given from orion <3]
roleplayed by sykes