AWOKEN I STAND, A FOUR LEGGED CREATURE // Revival

[Atticus Roux]

ATTICUS ROUX -

Shallow breaths crossed his ears. 'Dead and rotting.' The feline's tail slashed at the air in dismay and his head shook in disagreement. Kold was very much alive... unless... "Don't fuckin' look like it unless I'm joining you in hell," he reiterated back. Atticus squinted up at the other and investigated their state further, noticing patches of tinted blood and missing skin, notably near their ribs and wings. She was tainted and degrading, but very much alive. 'The dead should remain so,' wasn't a phrase he liked though, considering his mother had risen from death's cusp before. That did not mean he would let them live though.

His heart was beginning to pound. Claws dug into the floor and shallow breaths kept his temper afloat. The subject of his alliance was a sore one, especially considering the tensions because of it two years back. Atticus felt his decision was solidified though. The feline was no longer a cowardly boy running away from his problems and indulging in The Pitt's spontaneous actions and false security. After vicious events between his two groups during his dual alliance, he had to pick a side. Being the grown man he was, he chose Tanglewood. Family remained there and so did his loyalty. Morally, it was the upper hand.

Bringing the subject up only caused the cat to snort. "That's rich, coming from someone who tried to force that decision," he snapped back. Dante went off and made a mess between their groups. Their neutrality was fading and, because of that, it was time to pick a side. Kold, praising giving The Pitt's feline another chance despite his disgraceful actions, only made tensions worse. Needless to say, Atticus chose to defend what he adored on both fronts up until the last moment where he had to choose. Then Tanglewood became his home. Since then, that hadn't changed. The Pitt had seen no improvement since then (per his knowledge).

The fur on his nap began to stand up. "What made you think anyone would choose differently?" He titled his head. Before she could answer, he practically jumped down her throat. "If you wanted to sway me, perhaps you fucks would have listened to my advice." Neither did Aurum though. Ignorant fucker. Even so, family, friends, and former promises swayed him to stay. Hence he stood here today. Face to face with a former 'friend.'

Atticus stepped forward and challenged her cocky smirk. A snarl came, followed by a bolt of lighting. "Now leave." Unless the 'dead' had some last words to say before they croaked, then his demands were clear.