02-15-2019, 02:42 PM
The searing of his dismissal still lingers on his skin: sensitive and open with the extreme possibility of festering. It is not that Litotes is terribly angry - the anger bubbles just beneath the skin, imperceptible - but that he is confused and disenchanted. Kagerus certainly made him aware of how she feels about him, insults and anger seemingly spewing from thin air.
Sure, she can view his actions as a mistake. Though did they warrant this? The once Primarch is left in the dark of the inner workings of the Sanctuary, bile and bitterness rising in his throat.
To him, he was tossed about for political purposes - taken advantage of and then thrown away when he questioned his leader once. A leader that claims to know what is best, that claims to be good, that claimed to care for him and his family. A growl begins to burble in the back of his throat (the anger, it seeps out, confused and ablaze). The idea churns in his stomach, nausea abound.
And then there is Kensa - though Lie swings his head angrily at the thought. There is no fixing that now, must not dwell on it.
When the scent of a foreign cat wafts harshly into his nose, the lion stands stiff at attention, swinging his head around with suspicious eyes. He stalks forward, stomach low to the ground. If he were an equine, he would not have noticed the dangling tail or tiny noises she makes upon the branch; alas, he is full of feline senses and can predict her movements within their short distance.
He rises, then: “I’ve yet to meet another cat - shifter or true predator?” He questions, though he thinks he can smell the equine still lingering on her skin.
@[Agave] < 3
Sure, she can view his actions as a mistake. Though did they warrant this? The once Primarch is left in the dark of the inner workings of the Sanctuary, bile and bitterness rising in his throat.
To him, he was tossed about for political purposes - taken advantage of and then thrown away when he questioned his leader once. A leader that claims to know what is best, that claims to be good, that claimed to care for him and his family. A growl begins to burble in the back of his throat (the anger, it seeps out, confused and ablaze). The idea churns in his stomach, nausea abound.
And then there is Kensa - though Lie swings his head angrily at the thought. There is no fixing that now, must not dwell on it.
When the scent of a foreign cat wafts harshly into his nose, the lion stands stiff at attention, swinging his head around with suspicious eyes. He stalks forward, stomach low to the ground. If he were an equine, he would not have noticed the dangling tail or tiny noises she makes upon the branch; alas, he is full of feline senses and can predict her movements within their short distance.
He rises, then: “I’ve yet to meet another cat - shifter or true predator?” He questions, though he thinks he can smell the equine still lingering on her skin.
@[Agave] < 3
