02-22-2022, 08:05 AM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
lucinder quickly shook his paws, wincing as his pads scratched against the welcoming mat. as the door shut a huge gust of wind flattened his fur against his face, causing his ears to fall back and eyes to slit. “thanks..” his voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat. at the pun the male chuckled softly, that was a good one and watched atticus decide which blanket to give him. interesting fabric, he mused, watching the claw pick out a long, thin strand of whatever it was from atticus’ mouth.
realising he was staring a bit too hard, he quickly looked away and grabbed at the material between his paws, kneading it, tailtip twitching. he wasn’t really good at social one-on-one situations with strangers, especially if he hadn’t actively sought to look for them - well that was a big fat lie. he had made it to the typhoon and once demanded becoming an honorary pirate, hadn’t he? nodding at what the other said he quickly tunneled himself into the blanket and sighed, relaxing into it and feeling a little bit of warmth seep into his fur. how he missed his mother - she was always warm! hadn’t he begun learning fire, too? what happened there? he began shivering. from the cold, sadness or anger, he didn’t know nor would even start to guess. but by the tears that pricked his eyes he guessed one of the latter.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
lucinder quickly shook his paws, wincing as his pads scratched against the welcoming mat. as the door shut a huge gust of wind flattened his fur against his face, causing his ears to fall back and eyes to slit. “thanks..” his voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat. at the pun the male chuckled softly, that was a good one and watched atticus decide which blanket to give him. interesting fabric, he mused, watching the claw pick out a long, thin strand of whatever it was from atticus’ mouth.
realising he was staring a bit too hard, he quickly looked away and grabbed at the material between his paws, kneading it, tailtip twitching. he wasn’t really good at social one-on-one situations with strangers, especially if he hadn’t actively sought to look for them - well that was a big fat lie. he had made it to the typhoon and once demanded becoming an honorary pirate, hadn’t he? nodding at what the other said he quickly tunneled himself into the blanket and sighed, relaxing into it and feeling a little bit of warmth seep into his fur. how he missed his mother - she was always warm! hadn’t he begun learning fire, too? what happened there? he began shivering. from the cold, sadness or anger, he didn’t know nor would even start to guess. but by the tears that pricked his eyes he guessed one of the latter.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
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I AM THE DEVIL, SON OF A WARRIOR