03-03-2023, 01:37 PM
ATTICUS ROUX -
Since the March meeting, Tanglewood's official luminary was out of commission. Instead, Seven was at the helm. Atticus could not describe the anguish he felt as he watched Aesior fall before them during the meeting, but also could not push back the feelings of disappointment at Aesior's own greed. Perhaps, in a strange sort of way, it was karma. The feline did not quite know. Surely, though, he was conflicted. As he contemplated the thought while he towed the border's line, a frown lined his maw. Something had to be done. Atticus, though, did not know what. He had faced such a predicament before. What was going to be his choice this time?
A sigh left his maw. Paws trailed forward lazily as he shook his head, practically trying to get the thoughts out of his head. The only thing that got him to stop was the thunderous shaking of a large being's steps trailing past. He paused in his advancements. Yellow eyes turned behind him, noticing the large silhouette travelling in the distance. Confused, the domestic feline slunk to the floor and pushed his small body into the darkness of the underbrush.
As he grew closer, realization began to set in. That form was familiar. They had been gone for a year, yet here they were. Atticus stepped out from the shadows and looked upwards at the other as they spoke, his jaw hanging open. Anger, frustration, and despair started to flurry inside his head. The other had abandoned them, leaving them to perish. Yet here they were, asking for the man they left. Surely, Aesior was the one to suffer the most out of them. Perhaps, Atticus reasoned, that was the reason for their downfall. He could not help but feel rage for the other's loss.
With a growl, the local grump snapped back at the large dragon. "He's unconscious," the Roux replied. "Where have you been?"
A sigh left his maw. Paws trailed forward lazily as he shook his head, practically trying to get the thoughts out of his head. The only thing that got him to stop was the thunderous shaking of a large being's steps trailing past. He paused in his advancements. Yellow eyes turned behind him, noticing the large silhouette travelling in the distance. Confused, the domestic feline slunk to the floor and pushed his small body into the darkness of the underbrush.
As he grew closer, realization began to set in. That form was familiar. They had been gone for a year, yet here they were. Atticus stepped out from the shadows and looked upwards at the other as they spoke, his jaw hanging open. Anger, frustration, and despair started to flurry inside his head. The other had abandoned them, leaving them to perish. Yet here they were, asking for the man they left. Surely, Aesior was the one to suffer the most out of them. Perhaps, Atticus reasoned, that was the reason for their downfall. He could not help but feel rage for the other's loss.
With a growl, the local grump snapped back at the large dragon. "He's unconscious," the Roux replied. "Where have you been?"
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable