I'm a Bad Liar, now you know // Lucinder

AND NOW, WE'RE ALL TO BLAME
GONE TOO FAR, FROM PRIDE TO SHAME

The Lioness hurt. Relationships once there were broken now, estranged family were all that was left - and even then, it was only Lucinder. He wasn't a bad kid. Not at all, actually. From what she remembered of him, he was pretty okay. Her wings twitched as she stood outside the door to what she assumed was his house. She could very well be wrong, but since he was older, she assumed that he had gotten himself a house.

A gentle tapping against the door with her paw should be enough to alert whoever was inside, Lucinder or not, but her gentle voice carried in the air. "Lucinder, can we speak..?" Even then, she was hesitant.

/// [member=18240]LUCINDER XIU[/member] ////

— Reggan

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—


he missed his mother. flames burned on his skin, dull, small, matching his mood. he remembered her, how commanding she had been, but then simply slaughtered. body dumped on their land like it was nothing. he remembered that day very well. the flames burnt brighter, adjusting, and a shiver ran across his body as he heard a tap on his door.
he had moved out a while ago, promising his father that he'd visit plenty to reassure the man. lifting his head from his resting position he called out, "come in, whoever you are."
he wasn't sure who'd want to visit him, he wasn't even that interesting.


—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 7 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH

AND NOW, WE'RE ALL TO BLAME
GONE TOO FAR, FROM PRIDE TO SHAME

Her eyes widened, and relief sparked her paws. So, it was Lucinder's house. Mustering enough strength, she opened the door and walked inside, slowly, delicately. "It's me, Ares." She said above a whisper, closing the door behind her. In a stark contrast to the event of her house being burned by herself, Ares was scared. She didn't want to destroy any relationship with Lucinder. She needed an anchor.

— Reggan

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—


ares. the adopted child pushed open the door and gently walked in. completely different from earlier where she was burning her house down with a straight, dead face. she announced herself with a whisper and he rose to his paws, tilting his head and sitting down instead. "ares. what brings you here? you seem awfully quiet." she shut the door and he watched her.


—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 7 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH