The sound of thunder echoed in his ears, ported by an impossibly mortal figure, the weight of Sherbet slamming into him and driving the air from the gray tom's lungs. Hitting the ground off the steps with a soundless cry of surprise, the tom found himself winded even as he attempted to dig his claws into Sherbet's underbelly and kick with all his might, attempting to throw his attacker off of himself. Scrambling away the tom would cough, lungs heaving and contracting as he tried to suck in the evasive air flow around him, dust rising and making his eye tear up. Coughing and hacking, the mute Luminary would whirl, looking around in the dust cloud that had risen from his scramble in the dry dirt, too dry from a lack of rain in the swamp jungle.
Figures loomed up and reeled away in the dust, his fur standing straight and all of his nerves tingling. Where the hell was Sherbet? Where the hell was the tom who had attacked him? A frustrated exhale left him, the remnants of what once would have been a screech of anger, the tom blindly lashing out as he took his bearings. He couldn't see Sherbet, and the other tom likely wouldn't be able to see him either. Hissing a silent sound, the tom tensed his muscles and prepared to leap from the dust cloud, knowing the movement he would make would be heard by the other. Cursing his luck above everything as he sprinted away from the place he'd landed, whirling to face the direction he'd come, lips drawing back to show off his teeth. It was then that his eye caught a glint of bright silver, his gifted tree of life necklace laying fallen on the ground, it's chain broken.
Something in him broke then and there, anger welling up in the tom as he felt his body try to shift underneath him, fur pulling and muscles straining as the Luminary forcibly shapeshifted. In the tom cat's place stood a tan-gray african lion with backwards pointing horns, a grand amount of moss and plant-life erupting over his shoulders. The skin and nerves at his shoulders stung from Sherbet's claws but the lion was unable to feel the pinpricks of pain, anger pumping hot through his veins as he called upon the earth underneath him and with a slam of his paws onto the ground, he sent a wave of rocking dirt and stone in Sherbet's path from the attack in an attempt to draw the Captain out.
"CAPTAIN SHERBET! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
His voice ringing in his own ears as the earth-laden lion roared, different images flashing before his eye. Different memories. The dead were still dead and the missing were still missing. Maybe the damned Typhoon had something to do with Cory's disappearance? It wouldn't be too far to assume the pirates had done something to his friend. To the person he valued more than he could ever say. It wouldn't be too far of a reach to assume, would it?
A snarl ripped from his lungs, brow furrowed as he growled, "What are you doing on Tanglewood's lands, Sherbet? Why are you here!? What have you come to do!?" he had heard the command to attack. But why were they attacking? Why now? Why!?
'Alexandre. The fucking vampire. Of course.'
Tanglewood still held the Typhooner captive, it could only make sense that they would come looking for a missing comrade. Didn't mean they had to give xem up, though.
"WAKE UP TANGLEWOOD! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Figures loomed up and reeled away in the dust, his fur standing straight and all of his nerves tingling. Where the hell was Sherbet? Where the hell was the tom who had attacked him? A frustrated exhale left him, the remnants of what once would have been a screech of anger, the tom blindly lashing out as he took his bearings. He couldn't see Sherbet, and the other tom likely wouldn't be able to see him either. Hissing a silent sound, the tom tensed his muscles and prepared to leap from the dust cloud, knowing the movement he would make would be heard by the other. Cursing his luck above everything as he sprinted away from the place he'd landed, whirling to face the direction he'd come, lips drawing back to show off his teeth. It was then that his eye caught a glint of bright silver, his gifted tree of life necklace laying fallen on the ground, it's chain broken.
Something in him broke then and there, anger welling up in the tom as he felt his body try to shift underneath him, fur pulling and muscles straining as the Luminary forcibly shapeshifted. In the tom cat's place stood a tan-gray african lion with backwards pointing horns, a grand amount of moss and plant-life erupting over his shoulders. The skin and nerves at his shoulders stung from Sherbet's claws but the lion was unable to feel the pinpricks of pain, anger pumping hot through his veins as he called upon the earth underneath him and with a slam of his paws onto the ground, he sent a wave of rocking dirt and stone in Sherbet's path from the attack in an attempt to draw the Captain out.
"CAPTAIN SHERBET! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
His voice ringing in his own ears as the earth-laden lion roared, different images flashing before his eye. Different memories. The dead were still dead and the missing were still missing. Maybe the damned Typhoon had something to do with Cory's disappearance? It wouldn't be too far to assume the pirates had done something to his friend. To the person he valued more than he could ever say. It wouldn't be too far of a reach to assume, would it?
A snarl ripped from his lungs, brow furrowed as he growled, "What are you doing on Tanglewood's lands, Sherbet? Why are you here!? What have you come to do!?" he had heard the command to attack. But why were they attacking? Why now? Why!?
'Alexandre. The fucking vampire. Of course.'
Tanglewood still held the Typhooner captive, it could only make sense that they would come looking for a missing comrade. Didn't mean they had to give xem up, though.
"WAKE UP TANGLEWOOD! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
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THE FLOWER BURNS